"The country is too weak, and the foundation of heavy industry is too poor. If we want to catch up quickly, there is no good way except selling our rights and interests. Time is too tight, we have no choice!" Fang Jianxiong seemed to be explaining, but also talking to himself.

Yin Weijun's complexion improved, the senses Fang Jianxiong gave her were so good, it must be what he said.

As they were talking, there was a noise outside, but I heard someone shout loudly: "I want to see the commander-in-chief, why are you stopping me?"

Fang Jianxiong came out and looked up. There was a middle-aged man at the door, who was about to rush in. The guard stopped him and quickly said to Yin Weijun: "What are you going to see?" Yin Weijun took a glance and whispered: "

I know this man, he is from Hanyang Gun Factory, his name is Liu Qingen. He studied in Japan and later in Germany. He is from the Tongmenghui! He has an aloof and arrogant temper, and not many people like him."

Fang Jianxiong perked up when he heard this. How many technicians are there who know how to behave? He quickly walked over and said loudly: "What's going on?" When the guard saw the marshal coming, he saluted first and then explained: "He has no ID.

You have to force your way in."

Fang Jianxiong smiled and said to the man: "I am Fang Jianxiong. What do you want?"

The man looked at Fang Jianxiong displeased and said in a bad tone: "My name is Liu Qingen, the former general manager. How come the Hanyang Gun Factory is now decided by the Germans? I asked Governor Li and he said it was your wish."

In the original Hanyang Gun Factory, Fang Jianxiong had no good impression of those bureaucrats, so he adopted a one-size-fits-all approach to senior managers. Those who were willing to stay were kept to do ordinary technical work, and those who were not willing to stay were sent away for ten yuan.

.This is the general manager. He seems to be interested in not leaving. He must be confident in technology.

For such a technical geek, Fang Jianxiong naturally had an idea and asked with a smile: "Since you are the original general manager, you must know the situation of Hanyang Gun Factory very well. Do you think that a company that can't even produce qualified springs, the Chinese side

Do technicians have anything else to be proud of?”

Liu Qingen glanced crookedly and sneered: "Are you worthy of talking about technology?"

Fang Jianxiong said I like this person, he is a decisive technical geek. Then he smiled even more and said: "Why am I not qualified to talk about technology?"

Liu Qingen said angrily: "If we can't make springs, what does it have to do with our technology? The equipment conditions of this factory are like this. The industrial foundation is weak. Do you understand that it's difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice?"

Fang Jianxiong smiled and said: "That makes sense. Aren't I importing equipment from Germany right now? The first phase of the Ma'anshan Iron and Steel Plant is about to start construction. It will have an annual output of 50,000 tons of steel. The second phase of the project is expected to be completed and put into operation in one year. The annual output of special products will be

Fifty thousand tons of steel. There is also a third phase. After completion, Maanshan Steel

The iron plant will have an annual output of 200,000 tons of steel, including 50,000 tons of special steel. Don't just talk about this and that here, you should go to Wuhu and see how it is done there? The same materials and technical equipment are used in

The output of Wuhu is much higher than that of Hanyang factory, can you explain why?"

Liu Qingen was a technical person. He was a bit unable to answer the questions asked by Fang Jianxiong. Fang Jianxiong saw that he was speechless and was secretly proud. He thought that he had almost got this person. So he continued: "Wuhu's advantage does not lie in technical equipment and raw materials, but in

There is a complete and good enterprise management mechanism. I asked the Germans to take over the general manager of Hanyang Gun Factory.

, is to promote a scientific and reasonable system. No matter how good a person's technology is, without a good surrounding environment to cooperate, the room for performance will be much smaller. You said that I am not worthy of being technical, and I am even more unconvinced. Come with me.

Let me show you something." Fang Jianxiong said and turned around to leave. Liu Qingen calmed down and followed him.

The two of them entered the study one after another. Fang Jianxiong opened the drawer of the desk, took out a stack of drawings and data and said: "You take a look at this first, and we will talk about it after you understand it."

Liu Qingen looked at Fang Jianxiong with suspicion, picked up the drawings and the manuscript recording the data and looked at them together. He looked disdainful at first, then was stunned for a moment, and then looked down with more immersion.

Fang Jianxiong was secretly proud when he saw this, thinking that no matter how awesome you are, you can't compare with my brother in terms of design. These are half a dozen drawings, and it took me many days to finish them all. If this can't stop you, brother still has

AK47, recoilless rifles, and our factory's flagship product, the QJZ89 heavy machine gun. If nothing else works, I'll scare you with grenades.

Liu Qingen is indeed a master. He read faster and faster, and finally turned to the last page. After reading it, he nodded and said: "Good stuff, but it is unrealistic to equip this thing on a large scale. You can't even shoot the bullets. You can't even shoot it."

Designed?”

Fang Jianxiong nodded, and Liu Qingen looked surprised and said: "It's weird, why didn't I see you when I was studying in Germany? Which factory did you study at?"

Well, this person came to the door, and he didn’t know the details of Fang Jianxiong. But Fang Jianxiong really liked this kind of person. He decisively sat across from him, picked up the tea cup, and said with a proud smile: "A little personal hobby

, I usually just play around with it. In the military academy, I liked to play with guns, and I always had some weird ideas, so I designed some, but I didn’t think they could be used.”

The term "hobby" was a bit too offensive. Liu Qingen snorted a few times and muttered: "Who can prove that you designed it yourself?" This is unconvincing, and this is the problem for all technical geeks.

Fang Jianxiong used to be this kind of guy, and of course he knew that he couldn't take down the guy in front of him without showing some real skills. Without saying a word, he pushed Liu Qing'en away and said, "Give me a step, so that you can see what professional drawing work is."

Ready-made white paper and professional tools were all available in the study room. Fang Jianxiong thought about it for a while, and after regaining some of the feeling of making people in the design studio, he quickly started drawing.

Experts watch the door, while laymen watch the fun. Liu Qingen looked at it for a while and lost his temper completely. Fang Jianxiong’s drawing skills are so professional. Think about it carefully. He started drawing in college and went to the design studio. He said nothing more.

Drawing tens of thousands of drawings is difficult even if you don’t think you are a professional. The key is the superlatives in front of you.

The previous design was a Soviet-made rotary light machine gun. This thing has much more firepower. It is easy to change the caliber to 7.92. That is to say, considering that the country's industrial strength is too poor at the moment, Fang Jianxiong did not show these things. It is just a rotary drum.

As soon as the design sketch had begun, Liu Qingen spoke.

"Okay, I know you're awesome. But no matter how good your design is, it's useless if you don't have the corresponding enterprise to produce it." Liu Qingen walked back again. Fang Jianxiong dropped his pencil and said with a smile: "That's why I let you

The Germans are leading the rectification of the company in the factory. You see, Hanyang Gun Factory will invest at least five million in the future.

All machinery and equipment will be in place within the year. By then, the steel plant in Ma'anshan will also be put into operation. We can use the steel produced by ourselves. How much cost can this save? Let me tell you, the German Georgin Stein gave me a military order, one year

In the future, the Hanyang Gun Factory will reach a monthly production level of 5,000 new rifles. If you don’t use it, who will I use?”

Liu Qingen's eyes lit up when he heard the statement about the monthly output of 5,000 rifles. He immediately sat up straight and said, "This is not easy. First of all, the training of this technician will take time, right? With the existing capacity of Hanyang Factory,

Staff, don’t even think about it, I’m telling you…”

When Liu Qingen left, it was already dark. He didn't even stay for dinner. He was shaking his head and talking to himself. He was originally here to compete for the dominance of Hanyang Gun Factory, but he got a statement from the Chinese general office that the foreign devils were leaving.

He also received a job as the principal of Hanyang Technical School. It seems that Fang Jianxiong also promised that the first phase investment would be 200,000 yuan. For machinery and equipment, old machines could be moved from Hanyang Gun Factory first.

In a word, even if you force Liu Qingen to leave Wuhan with a gun now, you probably won't be able to do it. This guy has been beaten to death by the vision painted by Fang Jianxiong. Within three years, the monthly production of rifles will reach 10,000.

, five hundred light machine guns, and two hundred infantry cannons. It can also produce cannons of various calibers, and bullets are trivial.

With an investment of 5 million within a year, the Germans' skills were drained and replaced within half a year. These promises made Liu Qingen full of pride and excitement. Liu Qingen in parallel history finally died in depression during the rule of Beiyang.

, there is absolutely no possibility of it happening in this time and space.

Fang Jianxiong wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked overjoyed at Liu Qingen who was walking away. He whispered: "Master! You can't be fooled!"

Yin Weijun, who had been waiting on the side, looked puzzled, glanced at Fang Jianxiong's expression, and laughed in a low voice: "How high is it?"

"Several floors high!" Fang Jianxiong thought this question was very timely. A guy took him back to the time when a group of people played games in Internet cafes. At that time, there were always experts who were several floors high frequenting Internet cafes.

What about coquettish positioning, what about clumsy tactics, what about professional A soldiers, what about harmonious games. Well, there is also the ability to kill the whole family in seconds! What a time!

Most of Wuchang at night is immersed in darkness, and Fang Jianxiong has become accustomed to this kind of dark night. It is rare that there is no meeting tonight, so he has a long night of confusion alone in the study. The huge military and political pressure has always made it difficult to breathe.

After taking the three towns of Wuhan, this pressure gradually eased. When the strong sense of urgency faded away, other emotions were like spring in the wilderness, with weeds breaking through the ground.

Well, this is Fang Jianxiong trying to find an excuse for his sudden rise in nastiness. You can’t blame Fang Jianxiong for this. After dinner, Dou Qingmei wore a uniform skirt and was busy in the study for who knows what. Anyway, she cleaned up this and that, without stopping.

meaning.

The girl's waist was like a budding willow branch in spring, swaying with great elasticity. The saying about good fertility could not be removed from Fang Jianxiong's mind.

Fang Jianxiong, who was absentmindedly looking at a pile of documents, finally waited until Dou Qingmei came to him to clean the table, and boldly stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Yingying's slim waist. Dou Qingmei seemed to have installed a bearing.

He spun around, turned around, and released the high-voltage electricity with joy and shame.
Chapter completed!