Military Industry: On the eve of the Anti-Eagle War, unlock the skills of a strong country

There is a reason why precision machine tools are called the mother of industry in modern times.

It is divided into lathes, milling, drilling and boring, spark machines, wire cutting, etc., all of which play an important role.

Take precision lathes for example, which are used to process cylindrical, conical, stepped shafts and other rotating parts. These parts cannot be completed precisely by manual labor.

There are also precision milling machines that can process various shapes such as planes, curved surfaces, grooves, etc.

There are also grinders and the like.

Which one is not high efficiency, high specification to complete the parts processing you want.

With these machine tools, at this time, there is nothing that cannot be done in the mechanical field.

Zhang Tian clicked the exchange without hesitation. If nothing unexpected happens, then he would just do these things first.

……

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, another two days had passed.

Early in the morning of that day, Yang Jiaming arrived early.

Calculating the time, it is exactly the eleventh day.

As if he was counting the days, Zhang Tiancai came out of the dormitory and saw a truck parked in front of the factory gate.

Yang Jiaming and a few others were standing at the door, squatting there smoking and whispering something.

"They came so early?" Zhang Tian, ​​biting a steamed bun in his mouth, walked up to Qin Dongtian at the gate and asked.

Qin Dongtian nodded and said, "They have been here for a long time. I saw them standing there when I came down half an hour ago."

"It's just that we hadn't opened the door yet."

"He's just worried that we can't give him bullets. Humph, he might be disappointed this time."

After saying that, Qin Dongtian smiled confidently.

Times have changed. The current Yangcheng factory is no longer the same factory it was ten days ago.

Producing bullets?

It was just a small matter.

The factory now produces 6,000 rounds of ammunition a day, so the mere 20,000 bullets owed to Yang Jiaming are nothing.

He is not worried at all.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tian glanced at the confident Qin Dongtian.

He said with a smile: "Director Qin, is there a possibility that we really can't give them 20,000 rounds of bullets?"

Can’t give?

Qin Dongtian laughed when he heard it: "How is that possible? It's just 20,000 rounds of bullets. We have 20,000 rounds a day now..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly.

He suddenly realized that he really couldn't give it.

We can produce so many bullets in a day now, but the official production has only been going on for a few days.

It's only been two days.

There seemed to be only 14,000 rounds of ammunition in the warehouse now, which was really not enough.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there was anxiety and a little panic.

"Director Zhang, what should we do? We promised him that we would give him the bullets today."

"This is not enough. If he starts making a fuss..."

Haha, Zhang Tian just smiled lightly.

Qin Dongtian was too honest. He became anxious when he saw he couldn't give it.

There's no rush.

Haven't you heard that saying?

The one who owes the debt is the boss, how could he be afraid of the debt collector?

Besides, I promised them that I would give them bullets, but I didn't say how much.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Go and ask them to come in and I'll talk to them."

"Director Zhang, do you really have a way to let them in?" Qin Dongtian looked at Zhang Tian and asked uncertainly.

Zhang Tian smiled and nodded.

It's just a small matter.

…………

Yang Jiaming and a few others were smoking their own rolled cigarettes at the door, looking at the factory with unfriendly eyes.

It looked as if Huang Shiren had come to collect a debt and was ready to attack.

A soldier who came with us said, "Captain Yang, what do you think we should do if they can't give us any bullets when we come to them this time?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jiaming threw away his cigarette butt.

He sneered and said, "Can't give it to me? Then don't blame me, Yang Jiaming, for being ruthless. I will tie up this pretty boy and take him to the Yangcheng Military Supply Department."

"Captain, will it be useful to send this to the Quartermaster Department?"

Yang Jiaming grinned and said, "I'll just ask them how I can solve the problem of bullets. Do I have to rely on this pretty boy?"

"If so, then I'll ask them how much bullets this pretty boy is worth."

"I'll take him in exchange for as many bullets as you want."

The soldier nodded, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Captain, what if they give it to you?"

Yang Jiaming was delighted when he heard it.

How could this possibly give them bullets?

He still doesn't know what this Yangcheng factory looks like?

Hehe sneered: "Xiao Wang, it stands to reason that everything depends on human effort, and hard work will always be rewarded. I have always believed in this."

"But now it seems that the possibility is very small. I don't believe that they can give us 20,000 bullets in ten days. Isn't this a joke?"

"Their factory is notoriously low in production capacity. If they can give me 20,000 rounds of ammunition, I will run from here to the Pearl River and jump in without looking back."

After saying this, Yang Jiaming looked at the Yangcheng Arsenal with disdain.

The materials that the pretty boy wanted were brought to him himself, and now he just wanted to see how to give him the bullets.

If you can’t give it to me, that would be fun.

"Here they come, Captain. They are coming."

……

Qin Dongtian came over at this time and said with a little lack of confidence: "Captain Yang, our factory director wants you to come in and talk to you about this bullet."

Seeing Qin Dongtian's cautious look, Yang Jiaming waved his hand, took the rope in his hand and strode in.

He would like to see.

How is this pretty boy going to tell me about this?

If it was the same impossible bullshit again, he wouldn't mind tying him up and taking him on a day trip to Guangzhou.

Then take him to the quartermaster's office.

Watching a few people coming in aggressively from afar, Zhang Tian finished the steamed bun in his hand in two bites.

As soon as Yang Jiaming came over, he asked directly: "Boy, the time is up, where are our bullets?"

Zhang Tian smiled, then said leisurely: "Captain Yang, don't worry, aren't they all in the warehouse?"

"I said I'll give you bullets, so I'll give you bullets. Director Qin, go in and get the bullets and give them to Captain Yang."

take it out?

Qin Dongtian was stunned when he heard this.

This is not enough, there are only more than 10,000 in the warehouse.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhang Tian sighed inwardly.

Honest man.

He turned around and whispered, "Just send out 10,000, and I'll take care of the rest."

Qin Dongtian gritted his teeth and walked back quickly.

Damn it, the worst that can happen is we just have a fight.

Zhang Tian smiled and said, "Captain Yang, wait a moment."

Seeing that the other party was so confident, Yang Jiaming also looked at Zhang Tian, ​​the pretty boy, strangely.

Could it be that this expression is really complete?

Otherwise, why doesn't he look panicked at all?

Qin Dongtian came back quickly, and in just a few minutes he and his men moved out four boxes.

"Director, everything has been moved in."

Zhang Tian nodded and said, "Captain Yang, all the bullets are here. Please count them."

Yang Jiaming was not polite and bent down to prepare to count.

Qin Dongtian became nervous again.

This is not enough.

"There are 20,000 here?" Yang Jiaming asked as he opened the box.

Zhang Tian replied honestly: "No, only ten thousand."

Yang Jiaming was unhappy when he heard this.

Without even looking at it, he stood up and said, "Boy, if I remember correctly, we agreed on 20,000 ten days ago."

"you……

Zhang Tian smiled and said, "Captain Yang, we have been busy for two days with just these 10,000 rounds of ammunition. If you think it's too little, don't take it. Come back in two days when we have enough."

Yang Jiaming sneered: "Haha, it's only this much in two days..."

Then he stopped talking.

He seemed to have just heard an important message.

Yang Jiaming shouted, "What? You said you made 10,000 in two days."

Zhang Tian smiled and nodded.

Ten thousand for two days, and that’s still an understatement.

Yang Jiaming looked at Zhang Tian in disbelief.

Then he shook his head, believing that he must have heard it wrong.

How is it possible that this crappy factory can produce 5,000 bullets in a single day?

Zhang Tian spoke again: "Captain Yang, our factory has been renovating the assembly line, and it was only started two days ago. So I really can't give you 20,000 bullets. How about you wait for two more days?"

Transformation?

This is bullshit.

Yang Jiaming sneered and then strode towards the workshop.

He wanted to see how this transformation was done.

In his opinion, these 10,000 bullets were clearly produced by working overtime for the past ten days.

Now that he doesn't have enough people, this kid is talking nonsense.

You still talk shamelessly about reform, but are these words useful?

Wouldn't you know if you just go in and take a look?

"Boy, you are in trouble this time." Yang Jiaming secretly clenched his fists and walked into the workshop.

But as soon as he entered, he was stunned.

The workshop in front of me is completely different from what it was ten days ago. The messy and disorderly production workshop is gone.

It became a clean and tidy workshop.

In addition, several more machines have been added, and they are now being operated by workers and are in intensive production.

Look at the speed at which the bullet is traveling.

It's just like hail. At this rate, thousands of hail a day wouldn't be a problem.

this…….

Has it really been transformed?

"Captain Yang, seeing is believing. I didn't lie to you," Zhang Tian said from behind.

There was no trace of the previous momentum on Yang Jiaming's face. He turned around and smiled at Zhang Tian.

why.

Bullets are being produced so quickly nowadays, so would it be bad for me to have a good relationship with this guy?

That's definitely gone.

Will I still have to worry about bullets in the future?

Yang Jiaming grinned, then put his arm around Zhang Tian's shoulders affectionately: "Haha, I knew that Brother Zhang was a capable person, how could I not believe it?"

"I just want to come in and see what this workshop that my brother has remodeled will look like."

"It seems that you really have a way, brother."

With two people like this, I wonder how good their relationship is.

Zhang Tian smiled unhappily.

There's really nothing you can do with a tough guy like this.

He said, "Captain Yang, since you have seen it, you can take the 10,000 bullets first, and come back in two days to get the remaining 10,000 bullets."

Yang Jiaming smiled when he heard that.

If he comes to take it away in two days, his target won’t be ten thousand.

He took Zhang Tian's hand and said, "Brother Zhang, it's not a problem to take away 10,000 first. As for the rest, you should also give more. You know that we are short of bullets now."

Zhang Tian’s face turned dark and he pulled his hand out, then wiped it with some disgust.

He was not used to having a grown man holding his hand.

Looking at Yang Jiaming like this, he disliked me from the beginning, and now his attitude has changed drastically.

He has grown from a kid to a younger brother, and he has set his eyes on the bullets produced in his factory.

I'd like some more.

It's not that cheap.

He refused and said, "Captain Yang, I can't help you with this. I can only give you as much as the higher-ups say."

Yang Jiaming got anxious when he heard this: "Brother, you see your factory can produce a lot in a day now, you don't know how to give me more. If you do this, you can tell me if you have any problems in the future, and I will definitely do it for you."

Zhang Tian laughed when he heard it.

If you want bullets, that's such a simple thing.

If you give it just as you ask, wouldn't that make you seem very casual?

Shaking his head, he said, "Captain Yang, your request is not acceptable. You also know that all the bullets in our factory must be handed over to the higher-ups. If I give them to you, what can I give to the higher-ups?"

"I really can't help you with this matter. Just come back in a couple of days to get the 10,000 yuan. I can't make the decision on anything else."

Yang Jiaming became even more anxious when he heard this.

What's the difference between this and passing by a gold mountain and just taking a piece of gold back?

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Tian spoke first.

"Captain Yang, it's not impossible for you to ask for more bullets. How about you do me a favor?"

"What kind of help do you need? Just tell me, brother. I won't blink an eye if I can help you." Yang Jiaming responded as soon as he heard that there was a chance of improvement.

Zhang Tian smiled and said, "Captain Yang, it's not a big job. I just want to ask your people to help me reclaim the wasteland at the door."

"Of course I won't let you help me for nothing. I'll give you 2,000 rounds of ammunition for every acre of land, and I won't default on your payment."

Zhang Tian was talking about the wasteland in front of the factory gate. The land was not small, covering an area of ​​more than 200 acres.

It’s just that no one planted them.

Zhang Tian remembered that he had a skill in planting, so he asked Yang Jiaming and others to help him cultivate the land and grow some crops.

This way you can also ensure that you have food to eat.

It seems that food is a bit scarce now.

"Just for this matter, you will give 2,000 bullets for one acre of land?" Yang Jiaming couldn't believe it when he heard Zhang Tian's request.

Zhang Tian nodded.

Yang Jiaming did not agree immediately, but did some calculation in his mind.

Two thousand rounds per acre of land, this seems like a lot.

There are more than 2,000 people in his regiment, and about 1,500 of them can be spared to help.

Opening up an acre of land is just like a piece of cake.

But he wanted more.

Yang Jiaming said, "Brother, one acre of land costs three thousand rounds of bullets. I will help you with this."

Zhang Tian nodded decisively.

"make a deal."