Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

I originally thought I would stay in Beijing for a while, but I ended up going back after just a few days.

But now that I'm out, I have to go out for a walk.

So Fang Xiang hit his head and took a few students to Factory 132.

"Testing machine? That's all old news!

Marconi's source code has been sent to the Shanghai Computer Center.

The program has already been recompiled.

Before, we nominally bought it with J-7, and Marconi sent a team of engineers to help us compile the program.

The adaptation work of J-7 has now entered the middle and late stages.

But for J-10 and J-11, due to their different models, some parameters need to be adjusted, so they cannot be copied completely.

So J-10 invited experts from the Beijing Computer Center to compile the program, and our counterpart was the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

But after all, there is still a big gap between our country and foreign countries.

The progress is slow.”

At the airport, in the communications tower, Worker Tu pointed to a J-11 test aircraft being tested below and said.

"Is there an approximate time?"

Fang Xiang pinched his chin and looked at the test aircraft with the nose part disassembled and only the skeleton left.

"It's hard to say. At the fastest, it may take half a year. At the slowest, it may take... I don't know."

The butcher shook his head, walked to the door, stomped out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.

"What about the engine? Have you paid attention to that?"

Fang Xiang also walked out and stood on the small platform.

The November wind in Chengdu is still somewhat warm, unlike the Beijing city I just left, which already felt like cutting my face.

“You’ve only been gone for half a year, what progress can they make?

It is still in the materials comparison stage.

To be honest, they work quite hard. I visited them several times and found their work to be very boring.

It also hurts their eyes, and I often see them using eye drops.”

The butcher put one hand in his pocket and used the other hand to make a canopy and look up at the sky.

There's a test plane flying over there.

It's said to be testing and data collection, but in fact it's just the top students sent by major military regions to have a try.

"Are there any vacancies in terms of personnel?"

After listening to this, Fang Xiang sighed secretly.

Many jobs nowadays are like this, complicated and repetitive.

But we have to do this, because finding the right ingredients from tens of thousands of recipes is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“They don’t want it.

Having too many people will actually slow down progress.

They are all experienced people, so when new people come in, they not only have to teach, lead and learn, but also have to pay attention to team relationships and so on.

It feels a bit exclusive.”

After the butcher finished speaking, he coughed twice.

"Let's go back to the office and talk."

Fang Xiang looked up at the butcher, who probably caught a cold from the wind.

"It's nothing. It's an old problem. I smoke too much and my throat is always uncomfortable."

The butcher smiled and shook his head, saying he didn't mind.

"I am also feeling sore in the throat now.

I didn’t smoke originally, but later on I worked overtime and stayed up late so much that I couldn’t stand drinking tea anymore.

Hey, I'd better smoke less in the future."

Fang Xiang pinched the cigarette in his pocket. In the past six months, he has consciously reduced the number of times he smokes.

But once I get busy, I feel like something is missing if I don’t have a cigarette in my hand.

Many times, I only take a few puffs on a cigarette.

The puff you take when you light a cigarette, and the last puff you take when you suddenly remember something.

Then light another one and put it there, and when you remember to take a puff.

It is normal to finish two packs of cigarettes a day.

"By the way, your classmate has been quite popular recently.

They specifically requested an office building and hired a lot of people, saying they were going to do some painting work.

Is this the invisible paint you mentioned?"

After hearing what Fang Xiang said, the butcher just smiled and said nothing.

People in their line of work are all like this, never putting down their cigarettes.

Nowadays, everyone knows that smoking is not a good thing, but they really can’t quit it.

So I stopped talking about this and changed the subject.

"Well, let him do it.

This is a big topic, and it is normal to have no results in the first few years or even ten years.

But once the results are achieved, it will be a major event that will shock the whole world.”

Fang Xiang has a clear view on the matter of invisible paint.

The threshold is extremely high.

But once you enter the door, you'll see a golden avenue.

Anyway, we have enough funds now, so let them have fun.

"Don't worry...

I think what they make is quite wasteful.

Now more than half of the purchase orders for this factory come from them.

There were so many things to buy that I was dazzled.

Go take a look?"

The butcher turned around and pointed to an inconspicuous place in the factory.

"Then go and have a look."

Fang Xiang's heart moved. This butcher's words might have some hidden meaning.

Ever since Fang Xiang went to GAC, Factory 132 has basically been managed by Tu Gong.

Although Director Ma is now the secretary, he has been used to being an assistant for twenty years.

Basically, all important matters in the factory were discussed with Fang Xiang.

But I haven't heard Lao Ma mention anything about Wu Chang recently.

Could it be that the butcher noticed something?

Since we are here now, we might as well go and take a look.

So Fang Xiang and the butcher got off the tower and got into a small car on the side of the road.

Soon, the car carried them to a corner of the factory.

As soon as I got off the car, I smelled a strong smell of paint.

In later generations, Fang Xiang could often smell this smell in 4S stores.

Including in GAC, the paint area has this smell, and I'm used to it.

The door on the first floor was open. When I walked in, I found that this building was actually an old semi-enclosed factory.

There are various models and instruments of all sizes, as well as paint buckets all over the floor.

"Lao Fang, when did you come back?"

Seeing Fang Xiang coming in, Wu Chang, who was wearing a mask and a white coat, agreed.

"How did you get into this state?"

Fang Xiang covered his nose and looked at Wu Chang.

Speaking of which, Wu Chang was wearing a white coat, but this white coat had long been dyed with various colorful paints.

Including the white hat on his head, it was covered with hand prints of various colors.

"Let's talk outside. The smell inside is not very good."

Wu Chang pushed his large, thick glasses, even the lenses of which were covered with colorful paint.

Fang Xiang couldn't stand the smell in here anymore, so he nodded, and the few of them walked outside.

"just came back?

But I haven't seen you for a while.

But I don’t have any results to show you...”

When he got outside, Wu Chang took off his mask.

His face turned somewhat pale.

"No, how come you look so different after only half a year?"

At this moment, Fang Xiang saw Wu Chang's entire face and was suddenly shocked.

Before leaving, although Wu Chang had a lot of gray hair and looked thin, his complexion still looked normal.

How come Wu Chang's face has become much paler after not seeing him for half a year?

Moreover, this kind of white is not the kind of white that is covered for a long time and not exposed to the sun.

But it is sickly white.

"Really? That's good. Many people used to say I was dark."

Wu Chang didn't react at all. He just showed his teeth shyly and smiled quite happily.

“No, stop work!

Stop work immediately!

Everyone inside must stop working immediately!

This is not how you work, you are playing with your life!"

Fang Xiang immediately realized that Wu Chang's health had developed problems due to being in the same environment with paint for a long time.