I asked you to modify it, what the hell is this fighter jet's engine?

Gao Xiaoguang told Director Liu to change his elder brother's work indicators to that of a fleet driver.

From the 1950s to the 1970s, drivers were one of the eight major personnel.

The common saying among the people is, "Four wheels and a knife, white-clad soldiers and red flags flying."

These are the four types of people who were able to make a living in the so-called era of material scarcity.

The four wheels are the drivers who drive cars for transportation. They can carry some private goods when they go out, and they also have the opportunity to get things that ordinary people can hardly buy.

A knife represents the butcher in the butcher shop. When pork is in short supply, the butcher's knife represents human feelings.

The white-coat warriors are medical staff. People will always get sick, and when they are sick, they will naturally ask them for help. Most people will not easily offend the white-coat warriors.

The red flag flying is undoubtedly the People's Liberation Army. Without them defending the country, there would be no peaceful days.

Therefore, the People's Liberation Army is respected and loved by everyone in this era.

"If the fleet driver quota was full before, even I, the factory director, wouldn't be able to coordinate a driver's workload for you. But because of the camshaft lathe you designed, Xiao Gao, the automobile factory directly approved two CA10s for our factory. This is all thanks to you."

Can I get the credit for this?

Of course not.

Gao Xiaoguang humbly gave the credit to the factory leaders and colleagues.

"Well, I'll have Xiao Liu contact Captain Bai of the fleet and find a veteran to guide your brother."

"Thank you, director."

The factory director encouraged him, opened a drawer and took out a red book, "Xiao Gao, go to the security department later and get a gun."

"Director, this... I'm afraid it doesn't comply with the regulations?" Gao Xiaoguang knew that although gun control was not strict in this era, not everyone could carry a gun at will.

"Originally, they wanted to assign you a guard, but someone said your rank wasn't high enough, so they couldn't make an exception. Ultimately, the leadership unanimously decided to assign you a gun."

In 1957, the spies in the city of 1949 were almost eliminated, but there were still some spies hiding deep inside.

The leaders gave Gao Xiaoguang a gun so that he could have a means of self-protection. For this purpose, the leaders of the Ministry of First Machine Building jointly with the Ministry of Education decided that after Gao Xiaoguang was admitted, he would undergo one to two months of military training together with the 57 class of the Institute of Science and Technology.

After leaving the factory director's office, Gao Xiaoguang went to the Finance Department.

That's right!

The 25th of every month is the day when the machinery factory pays wages.

"22.5?"

Gao Xiaoguang held a stack of money and asked doubtfully, "Accountant Li, did you make a mistake in the calculation?"

"That's right. You were previously a Level 8 clerk, making 33 yuan a month. Then you were promoted to a Level 7 clerk through administrative promotion, earning 37.5 yuan a month. You worked for 21 days, so that's a total of 22.5 yuan."

Accountant Li moved his fingers quickly on the abacus.

Gao Xiaoguang happily took the money and went to find Secretary Liu. He paid off the 15 yuan he owed and gave Secretary Liu 10 pheasant eggs.

Secretary Liu happily accepted the pheasant eggs.

In the era of material scarcity, eggs were very precious. Even though Secretary Liu's family was a cadre family, they could not eat meat and eggs every day.

"Brother Gao, I will shamelessly take over as your subordinate."

Secretary Liu put the pheasant eggs away properly, took Gao Xiaoguang into the security department, knocked on the door and walked into the chief's office. A solemn and murderous atmosphere hit him in the face.

The head of the security department, Lu Qingying, is in his thirties and is a wounded veteran who has retired from battle. The centipede-like scars on his face are his military medals.

"Chief Lu, the person next to me is a senior technician from our factory's technical department. The factory director asked me to bring him here to pick out a good gun." Secretary Liu introduced the two men separately.

"Hello, Chief Lu."

"Hello high tech."

After the two shook hands and exchanged greetings, Lu Qingying spoke up, "High-tech. Have you ever played with a gun before?"

"I used to play with the Type 38 rifle during military training at school, but I never fired a pistol."

Gao Xiaoguang was not exaggerating. In those heydays, both technical secondary schools and universities had military training, and the military training at that time was really training. It not only trained military posture and formations, but also tactical movements, as well as military subjects such as throwing grenades.

"You really need to work on your body." Lu Qingying pinched Gao Xiaoguang, who was 170 cm tall and thin.

"Sigh~"

Gao Xiaoguang took a deep breath inwardly. Chief Lu's strength was really great!

"High-tech, you and Secretary Liu go to the armory. I've already called them," Lu Qingying said with a straight face and expressionless expression. "Get your guns and go to the shooting range to familiarize yourself with them."

"Yes!"

Gao Xiaoguang saluted and headed to the armory.

At the suggestion of Secretary Liu, he received a Big Black Star, also known as a Type 54 pistol, and a holster, and the two went to the shooting range.

"biu~biu~"

At the 20-meter target, all 7 bullets were used up, and only three hit the target, and they all scored 4, 6, and 7 rings.

This result made the range manager twitch his lips.

After loading the gun with bullets, the administrator once again demonstrated to Gao Xiaoguang the standing shooting techniques. Gao Xiaoguang pulled the trigger and 7 bullets hit the target.

Although I didn't hit the ten rings, all seven bullets hit the target.

In the administrator's words, if I practice for another month and reach 50 rings, I will pass.

In this way, Gao Xiaoguang practiced at the shooting range for two hours until he could no longer lift his arms, and then he ended his shooting training.

"High technique. Practice your arm strength more when you have time in the future." The administrator had a cold face but a warm heart. He took out the medicinal wine and rubbed it hard on Gao Xiaoguang's slightly swollen arm.

Gao Xiaoguang didn't stop until he felt his arms getting hot.

Then he handed him the remaining medicinal wine and reminded him to rub his arms with the medicinal wine after exercising his arm strength, otherwise his arms would be useless.

"Thank you. I will practice every day." Gao Xiaoguang took out a cigarette, smoked one and lit it. "Comrade Liang, can you teach me kung fu?"

"You can't learn my kung fu." Administrator Liang refused directly. His kung fu were all military killing skills.

"If you want to learn Kung Fu, go find Section Chief Lu. He has Bajiquan, a family tradition."

"So Chief Lu is a master?" Gao Xiaoguang's eyes lit up. In the past year since he traveled through time, he had no idea how many times he had run to the park, but he hadn't found any master with kung fu skills.

On the contrary, I saw quite a few wrestlers falling.

"Of course. Back in the Korean battlefield, I saw with my own eyes how the battalion commander used his Iron Mountain Backstroke to knock a foreign soldier so hard that he foamed at the mouth and his internal organs were shattered.

Moreover, the battalion commander also has a set of mental formulas..."

What the hell!

It turns out that the master is right next to me!

Gao Xiaoguang learned from Liang Bin that the reason why Lu Qingying changed his career was because he was injured, but the most important reason was because he killed prisoners.

He was originally going to be shot at, but after several old leaders pleaded for him, he was transferred back to the local area.

If he had not changed his career, with Lu Qingying's military achievements, he would at least be a regimental commander or above.

"Brother Liang, what does Section Chief Lu like?"

"Our old battalion commander likes to fight, drink, and, by the way, beat people up."

"..."

It's like saying nothing.

When Gao Xiaoguang wanted to inquire about Lu Qingying's family situation, he was interrupted by Captain Bai of the convoy who rushed into the shooting range. Captain Bai dragged him out of the factory and the two walked into a public-private joint venture restaurant.

Captain Bai saw that there were only stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, braised fish fillets, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and braised eggplant on the blackboard.

He took out a pound of food coupons and one dollar and fifty cents, and ordered a plate of braised fish fillets, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, and a plate of peanuts.

The waiter quickly brought the dishes and Captain Bai took out a bottle of wine from his pocket.

"Captain Bai, what's the matter? If you don't explain clearly, I won't be able to eat this meal."

Gao Xiaoguang was helpless. It seemed that everyone in this era liked to have a few drinks, but he really had no interest in alcohol.

"Brother Gao, I need your help with something..."