1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

On the battlefield, the tank's high speed means that it can use its quick mobility to kill the enemy faster.

Her words made Qin Chulong's eyes light up. He had only thought about increasing the power of the engine before, but he had never thought about starting faster. This gave him some inspiration.

Thinking of this, he quickly took out a pen and wrote it down in his notebook. Then he looked up at Du Yimeng and stopped talking, as if to say that he had asked all his questions.

Du Yimeng forced herself to suppress the twitching corners of her mouth. She always felt that their identities had been swapped. Could it be that Qin Chulong had forgotten that he was her teacher?

Qin Chulong set a good example for everyone, and then one by one, they asked about the area they were responsible for.

It's outrageous that we were already prepared after the entire meeting even though the orders from above hadn't come down yet.

Du Yimeng saw that no one asked any more questions, so he turned to look at Director Song and made a gesture to invite him in.

She was very sensible. Although she talked a little too much, she only discussed work issues and didn't say much about other things.

Director Song looked at Du Yimeng with a gloomy gaze. All his passion had burned out. What else could he say now?

Besides, looking at the expressions of these people, they can't wait to run back to the laboratory and continue working hard. How could they be willing to listen to his nonsense?

All I can say is that he was careless when he first let her talk.

"As long as you can finish your current work before the New Year, you can take a month's annual leave." Director Song said. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have forgotten about it.

Then he looked at everyone with anticipation. He took all the credit for Director Wei's work. They should be very grateful to him, right?

Everyone: Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

No one spoke, but just looked at Director Song with a blank face. They were just about to prepare for the next tough battle, but he asked them to take annual leave.

Anyone who shakes the revolutionary enthusiasm of our comrades is despicable!

"Today's meeting is over, dismissed!" Director Song said that he didn't want to say anything now. When you talk about social etiquette with a group of idiots, it means that you are the real idiot.

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After the meeting, Director Song followed Political Commissar Yang directly to his office.

Old Yang, who usually doesn't like to talk, actually dared to interrupt him today. Of course he has to settle the score with him.

He was just about to open his mouth to blame Lao Yang when the office door was kicked open forcefully.

He looked up and saw that it was Director Liu who had come in the heavy snow. At this time, Old Liu was staring at him with his two big eyes.

He was full of doubts. What happened to Lao Liu today?

Did you eat gunpowder or a bomb?

"Lao Liu, what are you doing? Even if you have a problem with Lao Yang, you can't kick his door! It's snowing so hard outside, what if Lao Yang gets frozen to death?" Director Song accused with a look of deep sorrow on his face.

In fact, he was almost laughing to death. It would be best if these two people started fighting and he could watch the fun from the side.

Political Commissar Yang closed his eyes and turned his head silently. He would not get involved in personal grudges.

If he guessed correctly, Lao Liu should have come to find Lao Song, and he just suffered an unexpected disaster.

As for the office door, don’t worry, even if it is kicked in pieces, Lao Liu will fix it.

"I'm not looking for Lao Yang, I'm looking for you. Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing as the research institute's upgrade?" Director Liu accused angrily.

"I..." Director Song's expression was a little stiff. He was about to explain when he was interrupted by Director Liu again.

"Why didn't you notify me when you had the meeting just now? Am I, the logistics director, so unimportant?" Director Liu continued to accuse.

"I..." Director Song had just said one word when he was interrupted by Director Liu again.

"You tell me, you tell me, you tell me..." Director Liu roared madly at Director Song. He was the one who was asked to do the hard labor, but why didn't he inform him about such a big thing?

Since they looked down on him as the logistics director, he might as well take this opportunity to wash his hands and become an ordinary staff member.

Director Song: Give him a chance to speak!

"Old Yang, didn't you notify Old Liu during the meeting just now?" Director Song calmed down and asked Political Commissar Yang with a puzzled look on his face. No wonder he always felt that something was missing during the meeting just now. It turned out that Old Liu was missing!

"You didn't notify anyone." Political Commissar Yang said quickly. He didn't want to take the blame.

As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of hot water. The weather was really cold, and his tattered cotton-padded jacket was not cold-resistant. He felt that it was time to buy a new one.

"Don't be angry, Lao Liu. This is my fault. I was busy with so many things just now that I forgot about this matter. But don't worry, the upgrade of the institute will be a great thing for your logistics. The higher-ups will definitely give the supplies to our institute first." Director Song said in a good tone.

He didn't know whether this question was true or not, but he had to say it now, otherwise Old Liu would eat him alive.

As for whether Old Liu will not forgive him in the future?

If there is no present, how can there be a future?

Then he said silently in his heart: I'm sorry, brother, every snowflake floating down from the sky outside is a pie in the sky he painted.

"Really?" The anger on Director Liu's face disappeared instantly. If that was the case, then it would be nice for him to continue working as the logistics director.

"If you don't believe me, you should at least believe Old Yang, right?" Director Song turned around and saw Political Commissar Yang holding an enamel pot and sipping boiling water comfortably.

He got angry just by looking at it, and without a moment's hesitation, he quickly and ruthlessly threw the blame onto Lao Yang.

I'd rather my friend die than let me die, that's fine!

"Don't ask me, you all know it. I just work and don't care about other things." Political Commissar Yang said slowly. He cursed in his heart, saying that Old Song was not a human being and was too bad.

"Old Yang, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but which political commissar is like you, acting like a sawed-off gourd all day long?" Director Song accused. They were all his brothers, so what was wrong with him taking the blame?

"Old Liu, don't blame Old Yang. We have been brothers for many years and you know what kind of person he is." Director Song implicitly shifted the blame to Political Commissar Yang. No matter whose fault it was, he was not wrong.

"Old Song, I will believe you if you can bring back two big fat pigs." Director Liu said with a turn of his eyes. He didn't want verbal promises or anything like that. He liked something practical.

"Two big fat pigs? Do I look like a big fat pig? Just kill me." Director Song scolded Director Liu without thinking. What a joke!

"Old Yang, I'm not saying anything mean to you, but you should replace this worn-out jacket with a new one. What if you get frozen? Delaying work is a small matter. But if anything happens to you, I, as your brother, will be so heartbroken!" Director Song turned around and started to criticize Political Commissar Yang again, not giving Director Liu a chance to speak.

After finishing his output, he left without caring about the lives of the two brothers.

Political Commissar Yang: ...

Director Liu: ...