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

"What can I say to you, Old Wang? Just for this high-pressure oil pipe, you had to coordinate with the Chinese Academy of Sciences to mobilize several materials science experts, not to mention key components like the hydraulic pump."

Principal He took a sip, the aroma of tea lingering in his mouth and nose. "Xiaoguang, this tea is good. Do you have any more?"

"There are still two more cans."

"Bring me a can when you leave."

Before Gao Xiaoguang could speak, Wang Debiao, who loved tea, blew his beard and glared, "How dare you, Old He, rob my disciple?"

"Lao Wang, he is your disciple and also my student. How can it be called robbery when a student gives a can of tea to his teacher as a filial gift?!" Principal He was not at all embarrassed, and the two stubborn old men started to argue.

"Teachers, let's talk about work first. When you leave, each of you can take a can."

"Humph!"

The two stubborn old men glared at each other and began to classify the drawings of the automatic hot forging hydraulic press. Then they took tea and drawings and coordinated with various departments to start casting.

at the same time.

Mentougou Production Brigade.

Many villagers gathered around the tractor, listening carefully to Xiang Xiyong's explanation of the tractor and the use of agricultural machinery. However, there was a man with a middle-parted hair, his eyes rolling around cunningly, and it was obvious that he was holding his fart.

After the explanation, the eldest son of the branch secretary, under the guidance of Xiang Xiyong, started to operate the tractor with a "thump thump thump" sound.

Gao Jiyao tightened the cloth belt around his waist, took out a wrinkled cigarette from the pocket of his patched shirt, and flatteringly handed a cigarette to Xiang Xiyong who was taking a break.

"Xiang Jishu, are you from the Red Star Machinery Factory?"

"Ah."

He nodded to Xiyong and took the wrinkled big production.

Gao Jiyao attentively lit a cigarette for Xiang Xiyong, nodded and smiled, and said, "My nephew is also in the technical department of the Red Star Machinery Factory. His name is Gao Xiaoguang."

"Who are you to our section chief?"

"Section Chief? Who is the Section Chief?"

"Section Chief Gao Xiaoguang!"

"what?!"

Gao Jiyao was shocked. How could his second brother's son become a section chief without anyone noticing? No wonder... his parents hesitated when they asked his second brother about his son.

"Comrade, you haven't told me who you are to our section chief." As Gao Xiaoguang's most loyal follower, Xiang Xiyong didn't dare to neglect the section chief's relatives at this moment.

"I am his late father, his dear late father!" Gao Jiyao shouted at the top of his voice, fearing that others could not hear him.

"Uncle, have some tea." Xiang Xiyong handed over the large enamel cup, and then eagerly handed over a cigarette and lit it.

"Technician Xiang, what kind of official is a section chief?" Gao Jiyao was flattered. He could see Xiang Xiyong driving a tractor into the village, and the branch secretary and team leader trying to curry favor with him.

"If the section chief were in your township, he would be the township head..."

"Ah! Such a high-ranking official?"

Gao Jiyao's brain froze and he stood there for a long time without coming to his senses. The highest official position he had ever held in his life was a township official.

Usually, when village officials come to Gaojiazhuang, they scold the team leader and secretary like their grandsons. The team leader and his friends would smile along, and then drag the officials out for dinner and drinks, and take away a lot of local specialties before leaving.

I used to think that being an official was a high-ranking official, but I never expected that my own nephew was actually the leader of the official’s immediate superior.

No!

I want to tell my parents the great news of this day!

Thinking of this, Gao Jiyao forgot to say hello to Xiyong and ran home.

"Uncle, please slow down..."

Xiang Xiyong had no idea that he had caused Gao Xiaoguang a lot of trouble.

"Chief, I see you keep rubbing your eyes. Are you too tired? Why don't you go back to the expert building and rest for a while?"

"No, it's probably because I've been overusing my eyes. My right eyelid keeps twitching. I'll just close my eyes for a bit."

Gao Xiaoguang handed Xiang Hu the revised blueprints for a 35-horsepower, two-cylinder diesel engine, and asked Xiang Hu and Qiu Xiangqiang, two university students, to study engine design.

That's right!

Since the laboratory was upgraded to the level of a full-time department, Gao Xiaoguang began to train his subordinates.

The 35-horsepower two-cylinder diesel engine was designed for Xiang Hu and Qiu Xiangqiang to practice, otherwise he would have directly used a four-cylinder or six-cylinder gasoline or diesel engine.

The drawings of the 80-horsepower four-cylinder gasoline and diesel engines, as well as the 3D modeling and wind tunnel testing, were all completed using SolidWorks loaded into the Space Stele.