Siheyuan: During the great famine, we produced hundreds of millions of tons of grain

"No!" Zhang Hai decisively refused.

"Why?"

"You also know who Zhao Lei is, how could he be in charge of the production line himself?"

"Is there nothing we can do?"

"Of course there are ways, but I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the pressure."

Wan Pingan sighed helplessly, "Brother, what should I do now?"

"Just wait, I will contact you after a while."

Zhang Hai hung up the phone.

When he returned home, Wan Pingan placed the pile of books he bought on the coffee table in the living room.

The cover of the book reads "Steel Smelting".

The book title synopsis reads:

"The best steel smelter in the world has been responsible for revitalizing human civilization since his birth.

My name is Wan Pingan, and I am a steel smelter. "

Wan Pingan opened the book. The book was very rich in content and covered a wide range of topics, including the principles of various metal smelting, forging technology, casting technology, smelting technology and proportioning technology, etc.

"This book is quite good. I remember that when I first started working, my favorite book was "Steel Smelting"."

Wan Pingan immediately sat on the sofa and started reading with gusto.

After reading this book, Wan Pingan was filled with emotion.

He didn't expect that one book could contain so much knowledge.

This book can help you understand this society more deeply and better understand the mysteries of metal smelting.

Wan Ping'an turned another page and suddenly found that the page was not fully occupied.

Also the page numbers are a bit messy.

He tapped the table lightly and thought for a moment.

He felt that the content of this book was a bit like a censored version.

So Wan Pingan decided to review it again.

This time, it took Wan Ping'an half an hour to finish the entire book.

Looking at this thick and exquisite book, Wan Ping'an couldn't help but sigh: "I must treasure this book."

Then, Wan Pingan stood up and planned to go to the bathroom to clean up.

Early the next morning, Wan Pingan went to find Zhao Lei.

When Zhao Lei saw Wan Pingan, he said enthusiastically: "Brother, you are here! Are you used to sleeping last night?"

Wan Pingan nodded and said: "It's okay. Mr. Zhao, let's start talking about the production line now?"

"Okay, no problem. Let's go and take you to see the production line." Zhao Lei pulled Wan Ping'an and walked out.

The two came to Zhonghuan Street. Zhao Lei pointed to a large production line about three meters wide and seven or eight meters long and said: "Boy, this is our new production line. Do you think it works?"

"Okay!"

Wan Pingan nodded, then frowned again.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Zhao Lei asked hurriedly.

Wan Ping'an shook his head and said, "How many engineers do we need to hire for such a large production line?"

"You are stupid. If the salary is enough, are you worried about not being able to recruit people?" Zhao Lei asked back.

"Well, what you said seems to make sense..."

"Let's do this. I'll leave the management of the factory to you, and you can contact me regarding engineering matters."

"The salary thing . . . "

"In this way, you start working at the market price first, and after the project is completed and the factory makes a profit, I will pay you a bonus."

Hearing Zhao Lei agreed, Wan Pingan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly: "Then I'm welcome, Mr. Zhao."

"We are all brothers, do we need to be so polite?" Zhao Lei smiled and patted Wan Ping'an on the shoulder.

"Well, it seems that you have found a way to develop my suggestion of a breakthrough in steel production technology?" Wan Ping'an said.

"Yeah." Zhao Lei nodded, "I know an old friend, he is an engineer at the Chinese Space Administration.

He used to work at the Chinese Academy of Sciences and is very familiar with metal smelting, so I plan to hire him as a technical consultant for steel smelting. "

"Oh?" Wan Ping'an looked surprised, "Technical advisor of the Chinese Space Administration?"

The China Aviation Administration is affiliated to the Ministry of National Defense of China and is an advanced military aircraft research institute directly managed by the Chinese military.

People who hold relevant positions within the Chinese military system, whether they are engineers or other professionals, are special beings.

"That's right, he is the technical consultant of the China Aviation Administration." Zhao Lei nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, as long as you improve the technology, we will make money and we will not treat you badly."

Wan Pingan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Zhao flatters me too much. Since you proposed this matter, then this partner must be you. As for how to distribute the money earned, we can discuss this later."

"Haha, what a pleasure!" Zhao Lei patted Wan Ping'an on the shoulder, "In that case, let's stop talking here today. Come here tomorrow to sign the contract."

"okay!"

"Then I'll go to the company to deal with some things first, and let's have dinner together at noon!"

After saying that, Zhao Lei turned and left.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lei arrived at the house rented by Wan Ping'an early.

Wan Ping'an had already changed into work clothes and was waiting in front of the door.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Lei apologized.

"By the way. We are brothers!"

"Good brother!" Zhao Lei put his arms around Wan Ping'an's neck and patted him twice.

Immediately afterwards, they drove to the East China Iron and Steel Group Industrial Park.

The steel production base is located in the suburb of Longcheng in southwest China, only about ten kilometers away from the urban area.

The car drove into the East China Iron and Steel Group Industrial Park and parked on the parking lot in front of the factory.

The two got out of the car one after another and walked towards the factory building.

As soon as they entered the factory, Zhao Lei and Wan Pingan were stunned by the sight in front of them.

In the huge factory area, there are all kinds of brand-new trucks parked.

The truck is loaded with boxes of goods.

At this moment, many workers are holding shovels and hammers, shoveling the ground hard, trying to dig out the basement...

Looking at this scene, Zhao Lei couldn't help but gasp, his heart was beating so fast that he even forgot to breathe.

The goods on these trucks are all neatly numbered pieces of coal ore.

Wan Ping'an was also shocked.

He never thought that a steel plant would have a factory of this size.

Two cars drove into the factory, attracting the attention of the surrounding workers.

Wan Pingan waved to the workers and walked straight to the factory director's office.

When he arrived at the factory director's office, Wan Ping'an realized why the factory had such a large scale.

The reason is simple. In the factory director's office, there is a boy of five or six years old, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a shaved haircut.

Although this boy is young, his expression is extremely calm.

Upon seeing this, Wan Ping'an immediately rushed forward and respectfully called out: "Director Chen!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lei quickly followed Wan Ping'an and shouted respectfully: "Director Chen."

The boy turned his head and glanced at Wan Ping'an and Zhao Lei, and said lightly: "You're quite early. Sit down."

"Thank you, Director Chen."