Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

In the end, Fang Xiang didn't eat Liu Shuying.

It only makes the hardworking and kind-hearted Liu Shuying more skilled in stepping on mushrooms.

After staying in the capital for a few days, he returned to Luoyi.

The drawings of the mig-31 were enough for the Third Ministry of Machine Building to study for several months, or even half a year.

Just to make a model, it would probably take two or three months.

If we break down the details and solve the problems of materials component by component, it would be considered fast if we could see a prototype in 67.

Not to mention the mig-25 engine drawing that Fang Xiang had drawn.

It is not an easy task to manufacture it.

"Another drag engine?"

Cao Tianwei held the manuscript paper given by Professor Xu in his hand, pinching his chin and frowning.

“Well, a single-cylinder walk-behind tractor and a four-cylinder medium-sized tractor.

Anyway, I have nothing to do these days, are you interested, brother?"

Fang Xiang sat behind his desk and looked at Cao Tianwei with interest.

"Are you going to do it or not? If you don't, don't expect me to do it. All the technicians in the factory put together can't do as well as you."

Cao Tianwei seemed to have become a lot smarter, and he was very aware of the gap between himself and Fang Xiang.

"If you lead us to do it, then we can do it. If you don't take the lead, I'm afraid we won't be able to do it in a year."

Cao Tianwei looked at Fang Xiang with a mischievous look on his face and immediately made a request.

"It's not a big deal. I have nothing to do recently. Let's do it together."

Fang wanted to laugh.

"Has the house been divided? How is it?"

Cao Tianwei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he agreed to take him along.

Fang wanted to change the subject.

"We have already split up, but you don't know. The factory happened to be idle during the few days you returned to Beijing.

Many people went to see the house.

Including the furniture factory contacted by Director Ma, they also gradually transported the furniture to the factory warehouse.

You can't guess how enthusiastic the employees are.

Moreover, Director Ma also launched a Little Red Flower campaign.

Whoever receives more red flowers will get a house sooner.

The group of people who were making a lot of noise before suddenly became much quieter.

Each and every one of them performed as if they were wound up and put in their best effort.

Unfortunately, there is still not much work in the factory. I am afraid that I can’t keep up this enthusiasm for long.”

When it comes to dividing the house, Cao Tianwei immediately became interested and talked excitedly.

"Last time, Senior Brother, you said someone wanted to leave. What happened later?"

Fang Xiang nodded, this was expected.

He also asked about what Cao Tianwei and Director Ma had mentioned before leaving.

“I asked, but when some people heard that they were going to start dividing the houses, they stopped talking about it.

However, a few people still submitted reports and wanted to transfer to other units.

Look, I have handed it over to Director Ma.

Not many, only four.”

Cao Tianwei paused and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

He seemed to feel that the responsibility for this matter lay with him.

"It's okay, brother, you don't have to think too much.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds, and the same goes for people.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and we don’t force them.

Please show this drawing to a few seniors first and discuss it with them.

I'll go talk to Director Ma."

Fang Xiang said a word of comfort, took out two packs of Zhonghua filter-tipped cigarettes from the drawer, and pushed them in front of Cao Tianwei.

"Okay, let's study it first."

Cao Tianwei didn't hesitate, took the cigarette, said hello and left.

"By the way, your house has one too, don't forget to check it out."

As soon as he opened the door, Cao Tianwei turned around and gave a reminder.

Fang Xiang already had a plan for the new engine required by YTO.

However, I have been spending the past few days in Beijing with Liu Shuying and have no time to paint.

There is still more than a month left until Wei Shengli and his wedding in May.

It is enough to draw the drawings of two engines.

"Director Ma, I heard that the houses were allocated? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Fang wanted to get up and walk to Director Ma’s office at the other end of the corridor.

He placed the two bags of tea he brought from the capital on Director Ma’s desk.

"What's so difficult about this? Everyone has been looking forward to this good thing of dividing houses for a long time.

Plus, since you mentioned the little red flower, everyone was very convinced.

Nothing's wrong."

When Director Ma saw Fang Xiang, he immediately stood up and went to get the kettle.

He opened the tea leaves that Fang Xiang had brought, put it under his nose and smelled it, then took a deep breath in intoxication.

Then he grabbed a handful, threw it into the teacup, and started brewing it with boiling water.

As the boiling water rolled in the teacup, the fragrance of jasmine immediately emerged.

"How many sets were distributed this time?"

Fang Xiang took the teacup that Director Ma pushed over to him, picked it up, and put it under his nose to sniff it.

The tea aroma is a little worse than before.

But it’s true, it’s been stored for more than half a year, and this year’s new tea hasn’t come out yet.

“Not many, the priority goes to management and technicians.

As for the staff area, as you know, they are all four-story buildings, and the progress is slower than that of three-story buildings.

And it happened to be the coldest weather in recent years.

Therefore, the employees were only allocated three buildings.

In order to ensure fairness, some people have longer service, some are from other places, and some have performed well recently.

The remaining 400 sets will be divided into two batches, one next month, and the last batch will be in May. "

Director Ma, like Fang Xiang, likes the smell very much.

“By the way, your house has also been divided.

We are in one building, and I specifically asked the engineering team to quietly expand the area.

As for your apartment, it was originally planned to be a 65-square-meter two-bedroom, one-living room apartment with one elevator for two households.

It has now expanded to 130 square meters with four bedrooms and two living rooms, with one elevator per household.

It looks no different from other buildings from the outside, but there is actually one more apartment inside.

But for the sake of confidentiality, our building has three floors, and your apartment is also on the third floor, which is the top floor.

The sun protection and waterproofing on top have also been specially reinforced, and there are stairs to go up.

In your spare time, you can plant some flowers or plants, put a recliner, or turn it into a workspace. It’s also convenient.”

Director Ma also mentioned the house issue.

But what I didn't expect was that he still sought personal gain for himself.

Come to think of it, the privileged mentality of the privileged class has existed in our country for thousands of years.

Even a great teacher cannot completely eradicate it.

Moreover, the matter has already been settled, so even if Fang Xiang has any objections, it is too late.

"As for the furniture, I have also arranged for the office and logistics department to bring it to you.

I've also bought new oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots, bowls, and bedding and put them all in your room.

You just need to bring your clothes and move in directly.”

After Director Ma finished speaking, he took out an iron box from the iron cabinet.

He found a key with a tape on it and the room number written on it and placed it in front of Fang Xiang.

“How many houses like this are there?”

As a person from later generations, Fang Xiang couldn't help but applaud Director Ma's operation.

However, he immediately thought of Cao Tianwei and Director Ma.

Wouldn't they do the same thing?

"As for yours, the other houses are what they should be."

Director Ma winked at Fang Xiang, making Fang Xiang feel a little amused and helpless.

“I live alone, why do I need such a big house?

Isn't this a waste? "

Fang Xiang took the key to the five-ring lock and turned it over and over in his hand.

Is this the legendary sugar-coated bullet?