During the third-line construction period, Hanzhong was also the focus of relocation of industrial and mining enterprises. However, later the international and domestic situation changed, and a large number of military industrial enterprises moved out.
Among the remaining companies, the most famous one is probably Shaanxi Aircraft Co., Ltd., which copied the An-12 and manufactured the Yunba. But this aircraft manufacturer only produces the Yunba. I don’t know how to evaluate it.
'Shengguang' placed the MBP-110S in 'Daqin' because this machine tool factory has a low profile. However, this ultra-large machine tool was not installed in the original factory area. Instead, it chose an abandoned military war preparation warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
The warehouse was built to fight the "Three Wars" and goes deep into the mountains. Its internal geology is stable, warm in winter and cool in summer, with constant temperature and humidity, which is especially suitable for the installation and operation of high-precision machine tools.
Fujita Ryuji came out of the renovated warehouse factory in a very bad mood. He was also considered a middle-class member in Japan. He joined a secret society and always dreamed that one day he could drive away the "rice beasts", restore the glory of Japan, and lead again.
Asia.
However, this 'secret society' is just like a high school comic club. The members meet regularly to talk about slogans, talk about international politics, and create some of their own 'artistic works'...
Nothing more.
When Fujita came to Hanzhong, the members of the society were quite excited and gave him a special mission - to spy on the inner reality of the big country in the west and prepare for the reorganization of the Rising Sun Flag in the future.
But when he came to Hanzhong, Fujita found that the situation was "reasonable but unexpected."
"Mr. Fujita, you forgot your kettle." The translator ran out of the huge door of Dashan Warehouse, holding a large and exquisite kettle in his hand, and brought it over to please him.
The typical representative of "reasonable" is this Chinese translator. He is in his twenties, graduated from a normal school, and taught himself Japanese. He originally worked in the city archives, specializing in collecting foreign scientific and technological intelligence information.
The young translator dreams of going to Japan and has endless admiration for Japan. He feels a great honor to serve Fujita. It can be seen from his tone and expression every time he translates that being able to speak Japanese has improved his status, and he also despises other people.
compatriots.
The translator tried his best to dress himself up as brightly as possible, but his clothes and leather shoes were ridiculously low-end in Fujita's eyes. The translator was still very thin, and his skin had a sickly sallow color, which was caused by years of malnutrition.
This image fits Fujita's imagination of ordinary people who grow flowers. He feels that he is fully capable of leading such a low-class population, and the other party will certainly not refuse.
Fujita took the kettle from the interpreter and praised it, indicating that he wanted to walk around alone.
The translator bent down and bowed, indicating that he was nearby and if needed, just call. When he handed over the kettle, he was respectful, as if handing out a treasure.
Before Fujita came to Hanzhong, he listened to the advice of other seniors and brought a large number of water purification tablets and a kettle with purification function. He did not allow others to touch anything of his, especially this kettle, for fear of being infected with any disease.
.
In the past month or so, Fujita has indeed had diarrhea a few times, but it's nothing serious.
However, the translator is still in awe of him to this day. He treats him carefully, even helping him get a kettle and wrapping it in paper to prevent it from getting dirty.
"Sigh... it would be great if everyone in this country were like this." Fujita walked along the cinder road of the warehouse and factory building, and a house was being built not far away.
A dozen heavy-duty trucks are transporting building materials, several excavators are at work, and two screw pile drivers are being erected. A construction worker wearing a safety helmet is directing the workers next to the construction site.
Seeing Fujita come out, the construction worker laughed a few times and came over to say hello, "Fujita, are you done with your work?"
The person who spoke was Fujita’s senior, who was also Japanese. His surname was Takagi. He worked in engineering construction and was recruited by the Holy Light. The two had known each other a month ago.
When asked why he was in Hanzhong, Fujita said that he was "coming here for the money." Takagi scratched his head with a wry smile and said that his construction company went bankrupt and he came to start a new business as a flower farmer to avoid debts.
Regarding his work, Fujita did not want to talk much, and only asked: "Takagi-senpai, your work is progressing very quickly."
"Yes." Takagi spoke more cheerfully and turned back to point to the foundation pit being excavated. "The Holy Light has great ambitions. They want to build a research institute here to specialize in the development of machine tools.
Their investment scale is very large, not only cultivating their own talents, but also attracting external talents everywhere. Today I saw a dozen English-speaking Slavs, it is said that they are all professors of mathematics and came from Moscow."
Takagi's words made Fujita very unhappy, really unhappy. Not only did he know that the Holy Light was recruiting people from all over Eastern Europe, he also knew that the Holy Light was also hiring a large number of people in Japan.
Machine tool manufacturing is the foundation of industry and is closely related to mathematics. Especially after numerical control, how to coordinate multiple parts requires considerable mathematical knowledge.
In this regard, China is far behind foreign countries. The key is that it cannot provide adequate treatment, and the system does not pay attention to training. Excellent mathematical talents simply go abroad to work as code farmers in Silicon Valley.
And now...
Even Fujita's translator is learning professional sentences and vocabulary in machine tool mechanics and mathematics, hoping to engage in high-end translation work.
"Hell, the people here are so restless."
Fujita was annoyed when he thought about it. The translator once asked him to buy some Japanese books on his behalf, most of which were about mechanics. The other party also expressed that he wanted to translate these books and publish them in China.
Fujita found an excuse to refuse. But within half a month, the translator had the book he wanted, even a ready-made Chinese-Japanese version. He was greatly surprised and asked where the book came from.
The translator said that he wrote to the president to make suggestions. The group quickly adopted them and not only sent him a book, but also rewarded him with a thousand yuan.
"Have you paid royalties?"
"Royalty...what is that?"
Fujita was so angry that he almost became a Buddha jumping over the wall. He wished he could open a hole in his head so he could breathe. He popularized what royalties are and what intellectual property is.
The translation turned out to be awkward hehe, hehe, hehe...
"If we let the Holy Light keep going like this, they will soon have a lot of technological breakthroughs. It's too bad that there are still people in our consortium who want to give away the technology on their own initiative."
Hearing Fujita grumble and complain, Takagi next to him smiled and said: "The next-generation technology should be fine. After all, it can make a lot of profits, which will facilitate our development of next-generation technology. I believe the president of Mitsui will not be too stupid."
No......!
Fujita denied loudly, "The consortium is just too stupid and only wants to make money. Do you know what my apprentices were thinking after they just assembled a nine-axis five-link machine tool?"
Takagi shook his head.
Fujita was furious and said: "They want to copy one and build it without us.
Even the translator around me who admires Japan is trying every means to provide technical information. They have never considered that they will fail, and they are very confident."
Takagi didn't know much about machine tools. When he saw his companion being so worried, he asked in a low voice: "Is this possible? The nine-axis five-link machine tool is the technological crystallization of our decades of research."
"Yes." Fujita's head drooped and he replied bitterly: "I really want to tell you that it's impossible. I thought it was impossible before I came to Hanzhong. But Holy Light is really rich, and money can solve a lot of problems.