A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"You son of a bitch, this is robbery!"

Minister Xia of the First Ministry of Machine Building looked at the grinning Wang Huzi with a dark expression.

Wang Huzi waved his hand: "Although the official documents haven't come down yet, haven't they all been signed? Let me tell you, this factory needs to be built as soon as possible, otherwise, when our foreign friends are urging us for goods, and you can't produce them, you'll be left hanging, and see if the higher-ups will punish you!"

"Foreign friends? Urging goods?"

Minister Xia became interested upon hearing this and kept asking the bearded man a series of questions.

After their conversation, Minister Xia looked at the "God of Wealth" in front of him with shining eyes and asked, "Is everything you said true?"

"Of course we're waiting for your letter. By the way, shouldn't you start making some preparations? Oh, and Baba Yang might be visiting the Red Star Comprehensive Machinery Factory later, could you tell them about it?"

"I can say that, but what about these industrial projects you have later..."

Minister Xia first summoned Secretary Lin and asked him to inform the Hongxing Comprehensive Machinery Factory that foreign guests were visiting. However, he himself was holding Wang Huzi's business plan and looking at the pile of small factories, feeling somewhat conflicted.

"Haha, we've got the big stuff covered. As for the soap factory and stuff, we can just turn it into a small factory with a hundred or so people. It's fine, I'm not picky!"

Minister Xia clenched his fists when he heard what Wang Huzi said.

Is this even human language? A factory with a hundred or eighty people is still considered a small factory?

However, if the higher-ups really allocated that batch of foreign exchange quota to this bearded man in front of me, it seems he could actually provide enough food for the people of Tianshan.

However, Minister Xia felt that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Wang Huzi watched him deep in thought, his palms sweating: Where did Xia Heizi's usual decisiveness go? Why not sacrifice the small to save the big? Let's get the steel plant and the machinery plant sorted out first.

With the Golden Phoenix, at worst, we can just take care of the rest ourselves...

"Snap!" Minister Xia suddenly seemed to have an idea, "Using someone else's resources to achieve something!"

"You son of a bitch, you can talk the talk but you walk the walk!"

Oh, now I understand!

Wang Huzi smacked his lips: Xia Heizi's brainpower has improved lately; he's really not easy to fool now...

So, dear readers, have you figured it out yet?

Although Wang Huzi negotiated a big deal, the other party only expressed interest and it wasn't finalized on paper, so it was all nonsense.

Moreover, this is a business transaction, and even if there is an advance payment, the foreign exchange will be charged to Wang Huzi.

It seems that the First Ministry of Machine Building did all that work, sending people and effort, but it seems that it got nothing in return except to help Wang Huzi get a free ride.

"Hey, how can you say that? Even if the factory is built, it will still be under the jurisdiction of your First Ministry of Machine Building, right? Besides, Xia Heizi, don't forget what the organization decided to establish the First Ministry of Machine Building for!"

"That's for you to contribute to the country's industrialization! Not for you to create trouble and form cliques!"

Wang Huzi's righteous and righteous words really shocked Minister Xia.

Well, that makes sense, doesn't it?

But something seems off.

Just as Minister Xia was still wondering what was wrong, the phone rang.

"What? Baba Yang has already visited the comprehensive machinery factory? Okay, I'll tell Wang Hu Zi..."

"Don't say anything, I understand! I'll be there right away!"

Minister Xia looked at Wang Huzi, who jumped up and ran away, and gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

"Minister! It seems we can't control that side..." Secretary-General Lin whispered a reminder.

"Yes! Keep it down. I know!"

"Then you still..."

“Wang Huzi is right, don’t forget what our mission is!” With that, Minister Xia pointed to the five large characters on the wall.

"Who wrote these words for us? Have you forgotten?" Minister Xia glared at Secretary-General Lin. (You know those five words.)

"The Production and Construction Corps on the other side of the Tianshan Mountains is truly remarkable, even extraordinary!"

"We will fully support them in taking this opportunity to help them build an industrial chain that meets their own needs!"

As he spoke, Minister Xia sat down leisurely. "The Production and Construction Corps, huh? It's a hodgepodge, but they've truly made outstanding contributions to the stability of the border regions!"

That's absolutely true; the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps is indeed a rather peculiar unit.

The saying goes: "The army has no military budget, the government pays taxes, enterprises manage society, and farmers join trade unions." This jingle illustrates the nature of the Tianshan Production and Construction Corps—a special militarized unit integrating Party, government, military, and enterprise functions, and the only "planned-separately-administered province" in my country, a quasi-administrative organ.

Even now, you can still hear about this company in the weather forecast, hehe, isn't that amazing?

……

Meanwhile, at the comprehensive machinery plant, in the confidential workshop.

Under Jiangxia's command, Tie Jun produced a strange-looking thing.

"Hey bro, what is this? It looks like a motorcycle from the front, but you've put a few seats in the middle, and what's that long, slender thing in the back?"

"Ugh, it's ugly as hell. It's not even as nice as that 'Land Cruiser' we assembled at the beginning. Why did you take apart a perfectly good motorcycle like that?!"

While exerting himself, Tie Jun kept muttering things like "waste is shameful".

Jiang Xia shrugged: "There's nothing we can do. The sucker has run far away and won't be back anytime soon. Our 'Land Cruiser' is stuck with us. We might as well change its form and see if we can make up for it elsewhere."

"Huh?" Tie Jun exclaimed in alarm, "You're being foolish! Even if we don't have a sucker anymore, we can still sell it to other people once we've made it!"

"One hundred thousand US dollars. Who in our country can afford that!"

"Tsk, bro, you're really dark-skinned!"

Bullshit! That horizontally opposed engine wasted so much good stuff, especially the exhaust turbocharger that was added later, which looks like an insignificant thing.

Do you know what materials it's made of?

Yes, that's the GH2747 currently used on the impeller of the J-6 engine. The oil seal assembly is even more remarkable; the sealing rings and gaskets inside were all handmade by a laboratory under the Ministry of Chemical Industry.

It's only because of Jiangxia's reputation that various departments are willing to give him face. If it were anyone else, even if they designed it, they wouldn't be able to build it!

So, is 100,000 yuan expensive?

Therefore, Jiang Xia felt that it would be an insult to such an engine to run on the ground. Fortunately, the shape of the gyroplane had passed Teacher Guo's approval, so Xiao Dai Mao Yan had a reason not to let it fly.

Jiang Xia ignored Tie Jun; he figured Tie Jun would be all lapdog-like once they were airborne. He turned to the excited Lao Wang: "Hey, has the shipment from Factory 122 arrived yet?"

"We're here! It's right there in the security office!"

"Bring it here, bring it here. The weather's nice today, let's fly up into the sky and have some fun!"

"What! This thing can fly?" Tie Jun stared in disbelief.

"If 122 didn't misread the blueprint parameters, there shouldn't be any problems, right? Anyway, the current structure looks perfect." Jiang Xia gave a thumbs up and showed eight teeth.

For a mere rotor blade, the 122 is certainly no problem. Others are using Z-5 helicopters. While the 122 might be somewhat lacking in terms of a proper helicopter main rotor, the rotor blade of a gyroplane is non-powered, essentially just a bare plate.

If they can't even build it over there, they might as well just reclaim land from the sea themselves.

"Tiejun, go and take the blades off the big fan in my office and put them here..."

"Oh, okay. You're making model airplanes! Was it an assignment from the Children's Palace? Hey, let me tell you, my sister's side is even more annoyed; they actually made them make model ships."

"I made one for her a couple of days ago, and it sank as soon as it hit the water..."

Wow, so this is where Chinese parents can't escape the "early childhood craft class"—it starts right now.

I really don't know what they're thinking. Are they training the children or the parents?