Yang Xiaotao did not show a cold face and waved all the way to the office.

After sitting down and chatting for a while, Yang Xiaotao asked about work matters.

"Mr. Yang, we are ready and the workshops are starting to work now."

Sein Fei understands Yang Xiaotao's temperament. Work is work, and relationships are relationships.

Yang Xiaotao knows the difference very clearly.

"Okay, when I set off, the trains from Sijiu City have also left. According to the distance, I can reach the train station tonight. You can arrange for someone to transport it back."

"My only request is to make the skin within the specified time."

"Whatever is lacking, give what is given."

"The machine tool is worn out, we will replace it with a new one."

Yang Xiaotao's assurance moved everyone.

Of course, Yang Xiaotao doesn't care whether there is any drama here, he only cares about the task.

Later, Yang Xiaotao, led by Song Fei, went to the workshop to meet with the workers and check the processing status.

"Mr. Yang, this is a pressurized machine tool we made using local methods."

"This machine tool can reach a pulling force of eight hundred tons."

Seinfeld was in a processing workshop, pointing to a machine tool with a lot of things added to it.

Yang Xiaotao looked carefully. This kind of machine tool seemed to have little technical content. At least it was simpler than the Morning Star machine tool.

"Have you ever designed this kind of machine tool?"

Yang Xiaotao asked, and Song Fei looked at everyone behind him, then shook his head.

"No, we just use it, that is, modify it, and it is also a change based on the original!"

Song Fei told the truth and Yang Xiaotao nodded.

"When I have time, I will go back and redesign a press for you. Then it will be easier for you to manufacture it."

Hearing what Yang Xiaotao said, everyone immediately became excited.

What is Yang Xiaotao's ability?

There are many answers to this question, but when it comes to Yang Xiaotao’s earliest skill, it must be designing machine tools.

As for the machine tools he designed, few in the country can manufacture them.

It’s not that his design is not good, but it’s too good and the requirements are too high, so I can only design and make it myself.

"That's great."

Everyone was excited, and even Tang Qiang and the others had knowing smiles on their faces after hearing this.

Machine tools are the backbone of their machinery factory.

In the following days, Yang Xiaotao stayed in the machinery factory. The local leaders and people in the factory invited dinner guests many times, but he turned them down. This also made the workshop workers feel that Yang Xiaotao came here to do things sincerely.

And with the machine tools supported by Hongxing Machinery Factory in place, production speed has begun to accelerate.

And with previous experience, workers can process more smoothly.

...

Forty-nine cities.

In the Seventh Machinery Department, Mr. Wang looked at Mr. Song who walked in and quickly lowered his head, pretending to look at the information in his hand.

"Old Wang, don't show off to me."

"I called you three times, but I still have to come in person, right?"

Mr. Song walked straight up to Mr. Wang, pressed the information in Mr. Wang's hand, and then asked loudly with red eyes, "Tell me, are you avoiding me?"

"Hey, Lao Song, Lao Song."

"How am I hiding from you? Here I am, look!"

Mr. Wang quickly stood up and pointed at a pile of information on the table, "These are all living things."

"I'm so busy all day long that I can't even touch the ground. Look, my hair is falling out in handfuls."

"I really don't mean to hide from you."

"Pull you down."

Mr. Song said angrily and showed no appreciation.

"I'm just asking you, do you still want the mission to be completed?"

Mr. Wang nodded, "Think about it, we all dream about it."

"Then what do you mean?"

Mr. Wang's face showed grievance, and then he looked pitiful, "It's not Lao Song, our rockets are all ready."

"As long as your satellite is in place, we can launch it immediately."

"you..."

Mr. Song was furious after hearing this, and his face turned blue and white.

Previously, Mr. Peng said that the satellite should be completed within half a month and that it should be fished with genuine information.

But it's been a week, and their progress is still slow. How can he deliver?

Especially since this matter concerns the little black bird, can he not be anxious?

After thinking about it, he thought about asking the Seventh Machinery Department to help, but this guy shook his head and didn't want to help at all.

Seeing Mr. Song's appearance, Mr. Wang couldn't bear it, but he really didn't want to get involved in the matter of the satellite at the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

According to what Lao Qian said, the theory is mature and there is no problem with the design. As long as you are firm, you can fly.

But if you have to add messy things to pure things, then you are making yourself uncomfortable.

"Old Song."

Mr. Wang couldn't help but said, "Actually, this time can be regarded as an opportunity."

Mr. Song sat aside angrily, "Opportunity? Of course I know it's an opportunity."

"But have you ever thought about the consequences?"

After hearing this, Mr. Wang stopped talking.

In the Chinese Academy of Sciences, half are scholars and half are workers.

Lao Song needs to maintain balance, but it is also difficult for him.

"Cut the mess quickly, Old Song, we don't have much time left."

"If you can't complete the task, you can just pat your butt and leave, but if you miss this opportunity..."

"You will regret it for the rest of your life."
Chapter completed!