"Comrade Xuewu, have you watched the news?"

Jing Yunong walked in from the conference room and patted Li Xuewu on the shoulder when he passed by.

Li Xuewu looked back at her and asked, "What news?"

"It's just a computer inside—"

Jing Yunong let Li Xue place the notebook and water glass, and sat sideways on the chair.

She picked up the topic with great interest: "It is said to be the first transistor large-scale digital computer in China."

"It's not the first one, is it?"

Li Xuewu took a sip from his tea cup and said with a smile: "We built one in 1958, and also built a digital computer in 1959."

"What are you talking about? What is a computer?"

Xue Zhifu came in from the door, smiled and asked the two of them: "I'll listen to your lively chat at the door."

"High technology, technology that is more powerful than the human brain," Li Xuewu explained: "Currently it is applied to mathematical calculations."

"More powerful than the human brain?"

Xue Zhifu looked at the two of them in disbelief and said, "Then this thing was also invented by humans."

"Hehehe——"

Everyone in the conference room laughed, and Jing Yunong teased him: "The tractor was invented by man, how can you compete with it?"

"I know, there are hundreds of computers of various models in China."

Li Xuewu put down the tea cup and continued: "This thing sounds very mysterious, but the principle is actually very simple."

"However, current transistor computers still have many shortcomings, and there is still a long way to go before they can be used in real industries."

"I heard it weighs hundreds of tons?"

Xue Zhifu is not an antique. He has learned about the development of relevant technologies. Doesn't this just give away his secret?

Li Xuewu nodded and said in a joking tone: "When computers develop to the size of a notebook, it will be truly widely used."

“Let’s talk about it in a hundred years—”

Jing Yunong gave him a funny look, it was quite interesting how this man looked like he was daydreaming.

Hundreds of tons, compressed into the size of a laptop, cannot be compressed even with the compressor in the factory.

This was not a daydream, she didn't believe it anyway.

"It's the end of the year, and all walks of life have begun to report on their work." Li Xuewu didn't care about Jing Yunong's suspicion, smiled, and changed the subject: "The newspapers are all about merit and performance."

In addition to the successful development of the transistor computer, high-tech related news also included the successful development of the first automated stereo camera.

"It's quite lively. Are everyone showing off their wealth?"

Xue Zhifu opened the newspaper he brought and said as he read: "This year's grain harvest will be bumper. It is said that the production has increased by 10%. Have you read this news?"

Li Xuewu and Jing Yunong both fell silent after hearing his words, and the smiles on their faces disappeared.

Whether it is a real harvest or a fake harvest, who can know.

As Li Xuewu said, data are compiled by humans and may be deceptive.

Do you believe the GDP growth rate?

When the economy is bad, the growth is even greater than when the economy is good. Who is making the contribution?

Those who eat commercial grain cannot feel whether the grain harvest is bumper or smaller, and they will never be hungry.

When Yin Mancang came to the house, he said that this year, not a single family in Hongxing Commune had a daughter who was married outside, and there were no young or old family members.

More than 20 housing sites have been approved, and young and old people want to move to the village in the name of seeking refuge with relatives.

If life is better, who will step in the door? If there is money in the pocket, who will leave home and career.

In these days, there is not such a close relationship between villages, and there are people who set up artillery and bombard each other.

Reading the newspaper, the economic situation is great, farmers have a bumper harvest, machinery is everywhere, workers are working hard, and everyone is getting rich...

If you don't believe it, read the newspaper yourself.

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"Hey! The meeting has already started!"

Cheng Kaiyuan walked in and looked at the state of the people. He was slightly startled, raised his eyebrows and joked.

Xue Zhifu was still holding the newspaper, while Jing Yunong was writing the materials.

Li Xuewu really wanted to ignore him for a while, but he was worried that it would affect the unity of the management committee.

Therefore, Xue Zhifu and Jing Yunong remained silent. He had to stop this joke and not leave it on the ground.

"You're late, Deputy Director Cheng," Li Xuewu said with a slight smile: "The newspaper reading has already begun."

"Hahaha——" Cheng Kaiyuan understood this and said with a smile: "Look, I told you to come early. If you get busy, things will be delayed."

Xue Zhifu always had a cold face. He had been like this since he was in charge of the discipline inspection work, but he didn't care.

As for Jing Yunong not giving him a good look, there is no need to worry about it. If he didn't curse, it would be considered a good thing.

He is quite knowledgeable, and the only one in this room who can talk to him is Li Xuewu.

"What news did you read?"

Cheng Kaiyuan glanced at Xue Zhifu and asked Li Xuewu: "Why do you have such a serious expression?"

"The Canton Fair next month——"

Li Xuewu was talking nonsense without saying anything accurate.

Cheng Kaiyuan asked confusedly, and he answered nonsense.

The secretaries who were making preparations in the room twitched their lips, looked at each other, and almost burst into laughter.

Deputy Director Li's nonsense skills are really amazing!

"What happened to the Canton Fair?"

Cheng Kaiyuan really didn't see the number, so he picked up the tea cup and asked, "Didn't you decide not to participate long ago?"

"We didn't want to participate," Li Xuewu explained: "We didn't want to invite foreign businessmen as guests."

"oh--"

Cheng Kaiyuan nodded clearly. He was in charge of production work and this matter was not his responsibility.

But his former secretary was Zhang Shicheng, the current director of the Foreign Affairs Office.

So he couldn't help but curiously asked: "No one wants to come or...?"

"If no one comes, you don't have to worry so much," Li Xuewu rubbed his face and said, "Those who made money here last year, more people will come this year."

"I'm worried about how to receive him well."

"...Oh, haha, what a good thing!"

Cheng Kaiyuan knew, this was just kidding himself, it was not the case at all.

He hid the embarrassment on his face by drinking tea, thinking that what he had done in the past few months was indeed quite unpleasant, but what could he do.

If he wanted to get ahead from the Red Star Factory, he would have to work alone for ten or eight years.

What's wrong with being on the same team as Lao Li now, trying to compromise and compromise, trying to save the country through curves?

Cheng Kaiyuan thought about it, and with Lao Li's current virtue, he relied on Li Xuewu to assist him in all his work.

If heaven had not given birth to me, Cheng Kaiyuan, the Red Star Factory would have lasted forever like night.

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Today is the last office meeting in October and also the last Monday.

Previous weekly work reports have announced the progress of this year's production, sales, organizational construction and other work.

It can be seen from the relaxed smiles on the faces of the factory leaders who walked into the conference room that the data is very impressive.

After merging sixteen companies, while taking on part of their production tasks, it was also able to complete various task targets ahead of schedule. It can only be said that the Red Star Factory is a fortress.

When Gu Weijie came in, he brought another piece of good news...if that could be considered good news.

"It should be said that they are two pieces of good news," she put down her notebook and asked with a smile, "Which one do you want to hear first?"

"I want to hear the second one—"

Li Xuewu smiled and answered: "Listening to what you said, the second news should be good news."

"How do you know which one I want to say first?"

Gu Weijie gave him a playful look, put her arms on the table, and said seriously: "Organizing news, superiors require schools at all levels to actively implement the class resumption notice..."

"Isn't it written in this newspaper?"

Xue Zhifu shook the newspaper, looked at her and reminded: "It's yesterday's newspaper. Isn't this good news?"
To be continued...