Canteen System Assistance Notes

At the same time, his phone began to frantically flood with various notifications, one after another, the ding-dong sound of notifications blending into a continuous flow. And the time mark floating in the corner of his vision flickered and disappeared, like the snowflakes on an old-fashioned TV that had lost its signal.

Liu Helian stared at his phone, his expression becoming serious. He raised his head and met Chief of Staff Zuo's eyes: "Comrade Chief of Staff Zuo, let's go find the Chairman.

Chapter 301: A Few Things About “Suppliers”

The first piece of information was the Prime Minister's telegram, discussing our handling of the February Incident with Guosu (preserved fruit), which everyone knows. Then came the radio news from Europe, sent to me as a public account article. It said that just yesterday, German troops had crossed the border and were heading towards Belgium. While the timing was slightly different, the general difference was not significant. The European battlefield of World War II had finally broken out.

Liu Helian projected his phone onto a TV screen, scrolling through the string of messages, displaying his own news one by one. At the end, he even smiled at the country, "But

How long this battle can last depends not on the strength of the Maginot Line, but on the

The speed, or the bravery and fighting ability of the British and French forces, mainly depends on how fast the Germans drive and how quickly the Chinese raise the white flag.

He paused, looking at the people in the meeting room. The Chairman, Elder Kang, General Zhu, and the others didn't react much, so he continued, "The key point is this: the changes to the cafeteria system."

"The cafeteria system underwent a change after it was implemented. At the time, the first batch of molten iron was produced from the No. 1 blast furnace of the Huinong Iron and Steel Plant. Just as the iron was being produced, an earthquake occurred in the cafeteria. A supermarket system was added, which began to provide goods from the campus supermarket as well as some books, electronic equipment, and internship supplies."

"We all know this, there's no problem." General Zhu said, "Xiao Liu, just talk about the key points." "Okay, General Zhu."

Liu Helian closed the information interface of his mobile phone and switched back to the canteen management software. After the loading icon with only bold Song bold font and blue-gray retro interface ended,

The long list of goods in the cafeteria management software began to appear, "A large

A cafeteria plus a campus supermarket, from construction, interior decoration to daily operation, in addition to the goods in the supermarket and the food in the cafeteria, there are also a large number of material needs.

Building a canteen requires a host of materials, including steel, cement, commodity insurance, bricks, and stone. Interior decoration requires water, electricity, heating, internet access, and various interior materials. To fulfill the canteen's functions, various processing equipment, fuel, gas, and transportation vehicles are required. The sheer variety of items required would take three days and three nights to describe. Currently, while the Dantong aliens have banned the direct export of several major food raw materials,...

He opened a section on the cafeteria management software, then flipped his phone over and displayed it to the CEOs, along with the screencast. "Now, all these things are open for purchase. They're all in this supplier catalog. Aside from some specialized technology that's beyond my time, we're allowed to purchase almost all the consumables, raw materials, equipment, and parts needed to build, operate, and maintain this cafeteria, including the supermarket system."

"In other words, in a sense, we can demolish the cafeteria."

The canteen can be demolished and all the necessary supplies except the raw food can be provided..….

Everyone present felt a little dizzy. The cafeteria system, apart from the food, seasonings, additives, and the things in the campus supermarket, was already daunting enough. If the various materials required to build and operate this huge system were added to the procurement column...

Everyone left the conference room and descended the stairs to the basement. Aside from the cafeteria, barber shop, and bathhouse located in an open atrium in a corner of the building, the entire underground parking lot had been converted into a convenient distribution center for transportation and the gathering of personnel and supplies. Numerous pre-owned steel racks and wooden pallets were neatly arranged to facilitate the movement of vehicles, and painted tracks marked the paths for people, empty vehicles, and fully loaded vehicles.

The Eighth Route Army had already established several versions of procedures and management standards for shipping and "receiving" goods from the canteens, and had adapted them to the varying layouts of the canteen branches, demonstrating a highly scientific and standardized management model. However, today, the area where electric forklifts, power-assisted trucks, and hydraulic pallet trucks were bustling around was deserted—due to prior communication, there were no shipments planned for today, and the regular transporters had withdrawn.

"Now, let me demonstrate. I choose the cargo: cables." Coming to the unloading port for trucks to enter and exit, Liu Helian held the small black book and operated in front of everyone.

"For cable type, I choose the 10kV substation transmission line. This thing is

The bus at the terminal transformer station within the cafeteria, this high-voltage electricity passes through cables and is converted into 220 city electricity and 380 power electricity for daily use in the transformer station.

"Our capacity is quite large, so we use thick wire. Let's buy 2000 meters and try... Oh, the total amount at a time can't exceed the building's needs, right? Okay."

“Click to confirm and pay.”

As Liu Helian pressed the confirmation button, a light lit up at one of the many outlets, and a tall wooden spool emerged, unloading onto the conveyor belt. Liu Helian pulled a pair of gloves from the side and put them on. Using his hands and feet, he exerted force and lifted the thick end of the thread, showing it to the veterans: the copper cable wrapped in rubber, steel, and PVC, along with the GB12706-2008 inscription.

"Hmm... Comrade Xiao Liu, do you have your flying e-donkey?" General Zhu surveyed the futuristic cable with interest. "According to this philosophical definition, if it's already part of the cafeteria, then your transformable flying machine should be considered part of it."

"Ah, this, should be... Liu He was even surprised himself and immediately checked the inventory, "That thing is not there, there is only one, no extra."

"That's a shame," said General Zhu, unconcerned. He clearly hadn't held out much hope. "Ha! They said if we had a thousand of those things, they wouldn't burn oil or require maintenance. We'd probably have no shortage of planes and tanks!"

"We do have other vehicles, like the three-wheeled trucks used to transport food to the cafeteria. These trucks run on gasoline, electricity, and human power. We also have two-wheeled electric trucks for carrying cargo. Hmm, let me see... Besides the Wuling mini truck we had earlier, we have a new four-wheeled truck, a refrigerated truck for transporting refrigerated food, and a Dongfeng Tianjin garbage truck for transporting Miluo water and garbage."

Liu Helian had a list of cargo items to drag up and down, but there were only a few items in the vehicle column.

"Besides, the cafeteria doesn't sell much fuel. Apart from a little diesel and gasoline for the generators, it seems the only thing available in large quantities is biodiesel for the high-intensity stoves."

All operations were similar, the logic was the same, and the usage was essentially the same as before, except for the expanded inventory list. The cafeteria system's new functionality was quickly understood by the few present. Everyone found a chair and, just like three years ago, briefly discussed the expanded inventory list's usefulness.

General Zhu felt that the Eighth Route Army's military development could be significantly accelerated with these supplies. The formation and organization of the field army could be completed more quickly in terms of material preparations, and even the previously set strategic goals could be taken a few steps further. Elder Kang was more concerned about the new opportunities and challenges these new additions presented to intelligence work. Meanwhile, the Chairman lit a cigarette and began smoking. He observed Liu Helian's expression and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Xiao Liu, you haven't finished what you were saying yet! When we first came out of the self-service market, you were almost jumping up and down on the other end of the video! Why do you look so nervous now?" "Chairman, it's like this..."

Liu Helian never expected that the Chairman would see through his deep thoughts, but that was fine, so he might as well say it directly.

"Just south of Fushi, in Fu County, we completed a cement processing plant last year that uses rotary calcining equipment. We can use local calcium carbonate and coal to produce Portland cement. The slag workshop at the Huinong Iron Works also produces a certain amount of slag cement for the infrastructure engineering corps' bridge and tunnel construction.

"Our current construction and weapon steel is primarily produced by the Huinong and Fushi centers. Later on, there's also the Yulin Iron Works, which Baojin Iron Works invested in. I also recently ordered a second air separation unit for our Northwest Shanxi Coal and Iron Center. After negotiations with the Germans, it should arrive soon..."

Liu Helian had handled almost all of these businesses, and he reviewed them like a treasure trove, without pausing for thought. Facing several seniors, Liu Helian was calm, having nothing to hold back, and no need to beat around the bush. He spoke directly:

Mr. Gewei, although the products we produce are highly competitive in China, compared with the products these suppliers can provide, even if the quality is similar, the cost account is incalculable. However, I still want to..."

"Comrade Xiao Liu!"

The chairman waved his hand, asking Liu Helian to stop. He shook his head, and his tone had a hint of teaching students, just like when he taught children many years ago.

"Next, are you planning to say that once this supplier opens up, it will be like imperialist dumping, destroying our little bit of national capitalism; or that, as many of our industries develop in the future, they will in turn destroy the imperialist factories? Feel free to say that directly.

"You have come from your time and come here to support the revolutionary cause of the Chinese people. You have actively participated in the work and have become our comrades. Now

Instead, you, the "local rich man" with the supplies, remind us

He said we can't just rely on support, we must be self-reliant and independent. I think this is a doubly good comrade!"

"The greatest romance of the proletariat is to transform nature and our society. There's no end to transforming nature, and there's no end to transforming society. Just like the computers and microcontrollers at this supplier, these tiny circuit boards can deliver billions and billions of times the computing power. This is a level of technology we can hardly imagine."

Oh, our teacher is going to give a lecture," General Zhu was obviously very familiar with his old partner. He pulled Liu Helian and said, "Xiao Liu, sit down quickly. Not everyone can listen to Teacher Mao's class." Liu Helian also sat down hurriedly, put his hands and feet together, and acted like a good student.

Look at our Yaorun, there are pictures of the Sun Sphere and the Space Time Spaceship. They use stars to build a power plant, and use space time technology to travel from one galaxy to another in the time it takes to eat a meal. This was something Comrade Xiao Liu couldn't even dream of back then...

"Can we achieve this ambitious goal?" The Chairman put out his cigarette and said firmly, "I think we can!

"If a hundred years doesn't work, then another hundred will do. Our descendants will know it will eventually be achievable! Now that we have this long-term goal, we can now turn small steel production into large-scale production and eliminate Japanese imperialism with even greater determination!"

The Chairman paused, as if taking a good look at the long road ahead.

If we, the Communists, simply rely on this supplier, exchanging millet for steel when we need it, and gathering some redwood furniture when we need electrical wiring...will we, decades from now, have to rely on exchanging a few stoves from the supplier, installing them under gas tanks, lighting them, and sending astronauts into space? What kind of country and world will we be handing down to our descendants?

"Even India, which Comrade Xiao Liu often jokes about, wants to build some aircraft on its own, and even some aircraft carriers. Relying on 'suppliers' is not enough.

His own steel enterprise closed down, that was done by Chiang Kai-shek,

Zhi ate too many potato chips and can't think straight. He must be criticized and educated. Such reactionary behavior must be firmly opposed."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the chairman couldn't help laughing too.

"Xiao Liu took out a crutch. Should we throw it away? I think we don't have to.

"Comrade Xiao Liu handed us the crutch, and we grasped it firmly. Just like the Soviet Union's industrialization, which initially attracted external investment and eventually surpassed the established capitalist empires... one day we will catch up with or even surpass the level of these suppliers. It's the same thing."

The Chairman looked into the distance and said with his signature fearless tone: "This revolutionary road must be walked step by step on our own two feet.

"There has never been a savior, nor do we rely on any gods or emperors. The shackles on the proletariat must ultimately be broken by themselves. Only then can they own the whole world!"

Chapter 302: New Occupations in the Base Area (1) Master of Dabie Mountain

(Chapter errors have been corrected)

The beginning of 1940 was a very busy and unexpected period for the New Fourth Army in the Hubei-Henan-Anhui base area.

The Gui army, which had been suffering from many frictions around it, was suddenly like being hit by a club and began to shrink and not move. Just as the New Fourth Army was wondering why these friction professionals suddenly became obedient and stopped fighting, a transfer order came, and the 21st army returned to Gui to assist in the defense, and a part of the 30th Army of Chi Fengcheng of the National Army was replaced by a part of it to defend the Dabie Mountains area. The Northwest Army, which had fought fiercely in Taijiazhuang, now had only more than a thousand people left, and was mixed with a lot of sand from the Central Army faction, and was basically within the Central Army system.

The "friendly forces" around the Hubei-Henan-Anhui base area changed from three forces to two forces, but in the end, the number of county governors was reduced from three to two, which was a good thing - after all, the county governor could only be changed once a day.

This was a good thing for the development of the base area and the expansion of the New Fourth Army. However, for the people within the base area's control, the impact was not that great. After "Xu Lao Hu" returned with his troops, life here settled down, and the county magistrate was no longer constantly changing.

Xu Jize hummed the lyrics of a tuneless song and slowly emerged from the house. Compared to other farmers, he was in no hurry and could take his time. Mornings in Baipuzi Village were always a bit foggy, especially in the early spring when the weather was still cold. It always took a while for the sun to rise before the mist would dissipate.

He walked out of the house, stretched his body, and then slowly returned to the house. He took out a shiny steel basin and poured out the dirty water used for washing.

Splash! A pool of hot mist appeared in the yard and quickly disappeared.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Let's go to school!"

"Oh, good! You must listen to the teacher in school. Don't be absent from class or sneak out to play..."

Two monkey-like creatures leaped out of the room, each carrying a bundle. These two bipedal creatures, Youhui, were the grandsons of Old Master Xu. Their daughter had a tragic fate; she had died when they left Jiangcheng with him, leaving only their son-in-law. Now that his son-in-law had gone out to make a living, he had entrusted these two grandsons to their care.

According to Communist Party regulations, children had to complete at least elementary school, learn basic arithmetic, literacy, read books and newspapers, and acquire basic scientific knowledge. Ambitious and capable children could pursue technical studies or attend middle or high school—much like the imperial examinations of the old masters, where only high scores could secure government employment.

"I know, I know!"

The two children didn't care about all these. They ran to the door, grabbed the wire tied to the wooden door lock, and twisted it skillfully - the previous lock was broken and there was no time to repair it - judging from their proficiency, they had done this kind of work many times before. However, there was a big "iron general" hanging on the door today, and the two children's behavior of not listening to the instructions and rushing out the door was successfully prevented.

"Gu! You two monkeys, how can you be so impetuous and irritable? As the sage said..."

Xu Jize coughed twice and was about to quote a couple of lines from ancient Chinese literature to recount a story about ancient sages encouraging learning to the children when he saw a jerk scramble up the wall and perch on the top. He reached out, grabbed the younger brother, and scurried off over the wall, leaving the old teacher staring with wide eyes, unable to catch up.

"Grandpa, let's go to school!"

One by one——————one

"Alas, people today are so rude. Although they are eloquent, they are no different from animals..."

Xu Jize cursed, but no matter what he said or how much he complained, the two children had already run away and no longer needed him, an old man who spoke so much nonsense. He could only open the door lock and the gate himself.

The school was on the other side of the village, inside a deserted land temple, so he figured nothing serious would happen. As soon as the door opened, Xu Jize picked up the electric alarm clock hanging from his belt from the waist of his gown and pressed it. "The time now is 7:15 AM,"

"Almost, almost. Now that those two little plague gods have been sent away—let's get started!"

Xu Jize bent over with great effort and brought a table, a bamboo chair, and a rolled-up cloth banner from the wall. He placed the table and chairs by the door and placed the rolled-up cloth banner on the table. He then dragged a honeycomb coal stove from the side and started a fire. He ladled a small copper kettle of water from a nearby water tank and hung it over the stove to heat the water.

Finally, after he had placed the cup, pen, paper, and inkstone on the table, the old man with a flowing beard and small round glasses as thick as the bottoms of wine bottles finally shook the rolled cloth banner and hung it from a clothesline to the top of a bamboo pole on the courtyard wall. The banner fluttered in the gradually dispersing morning mist, with four large brush-written characters on it:

"Rongyin Calligraphy Shop".

Rongyinzipu is located at the southern end of Baipuzi Village, facing two roads, one heading north and one west. The entire village is nestled beside the Yongshui River. Beside the road, on the north side of the river, lies the former course of the river, which curved from south to north and then from north to south. After the arrival of the New Fourth Army, the villagers were mobilized to build two dams, stabilizing the banks of the existing river, thus creating a vast expanse of fertile irrigated land for the village.

Xu Jize's shop also became prosperous because of this. As a "calligraphy shop", he mainly rushes to do ghostwriting work on weekdays. He can write for others, including but not limited to letters, contracts, calligraphy copies, congratulatory speeches, eulogies, certificates and deeds, etc., using both soft and hard pens.

Because of his good handwriting, he is well-known in several surrounding villages, and even some merchants have been introduced here. However, when it comes to this, he now only says to others:

"No, no, I'm just writing for others, relying on my writing skills to earn a living and retirement money!"

"Old Master, your calligraphy skills are amazing. It would be great if the characters I can recognize could be as beautiful as yours, hahaha!"

The middle-aged villagers in front of them, accompanied by their half-grown children, were returning from the fields. They passed by Xu Jize's door and greeted him warmly. They had been working for several hours, their overalls already removed and draped over their shoulders, revealing their rainbow-colored trousers and plain white shirts underneath.

"I remember that during this winter session, you not only learned a hundred characters but also learned to write your own name," Master Xu replied in deft, plain English.

But that old habit was still very stubborn, and he subconsciously

"The Master said, 'If you don't learn etiquette, you can't establish yourself. Writing your name is one of them...'"

However, the excited villagers did not seem to hear his answer. They just carried the brand new iron hoe on their other shoulders and taught their children a lesson: "Child,

Look at that old man, his handwriting is beautiful... It's easy to recognize words, but it's not easy to write well.

It’s easy… If you work hard in school, you can recognize so many characters and write beautifully, then when you grow up you’ll be able to sleep in…”

Haha, yes, it is easy to recognize words, but it is still difficult to write good calligraphy.

Xu Jize fished out a few pancakes from his pocket and placed them on the edge of the coal-fired oven to warm them. He then fished out a small, shiny bamboo tube from his pocket and tapped a few tea leaves into the rim of an expensive-looking crystal cup. He tapped them carefully again and again, squinting his eyes to examine them, before finally soaking them in hot water from the copper pot. This was Xu Jize's breakfast and lunch today: a cup of tea, two white steamed buns bought from the shop at the other end of the village yesterday, and some diced five-nut sauce stored in a glass jar. As he ate, it was already evening.

"Dong Langfu was walking in front, but he didn't know that Zhang Qinu was going to return to Douniu..."

Time ticked by. Old Master Xu finished a pancake, leaned back in his chair, and began to hum the lyrics again.

He refilled the thick-bottomed draft beer cup with hot water and left it there until the tea cooled down, then greeted the farmers, farm team members, and passers-by who came and went: these men and women were basically from nearby villages. They had basically finished their breakfast and were either working in the fields or going to work in the factories and cooperatives run by the Communist Party in the next county.

Xu Jize knew that the calligraphy shop's best business was usually at noon and in the evening: at noon, when the workers would come out for their lunch break, many would come to chat with him, and among them there would occasionally be some who wanted to write documents or calligraphy; in the afternoon, more people would come to the farm because the workers returning from the county town brought back letters, and some who could not recognize all the characters would come to him to ask him to read them to them, and then they would write back directly and ask him to mail them back.

"Mr. Xu, I would like you to write a letter for me."

"Are you... Dadongzi from the neighboring village? What do you want to write?"

"Hey! That's my brother. He joined the New Fourth Army and went to the east to fight the Japanese on the Yangtze River. I will write him a letter now." This big brother from Dongfangzi is not shy.

He sat down on the stone block nearby and said, "I learned all these words in the literacy class.

My own writing is like a chicken crawling on its feet, so I'd better ask you to write it for me."

"Oh! Then you are his younger brother, Xiao Dongshun...Okay, what do you want to write with, a brush or a pen?" "Uh..." The young man Xiao Dongshun thought for a moment, gave up the hesitation, and asked bluntly: "Which one is more expensive?"

"The brush is a bit expensive."

"Oh, a pen then."

Opening the "Hero" and pulling out the "New Countryside," Old Master Xu pulled a sheet of gridded letter paper from the table drawer and began listening to Xiao Dongshun's rambling about family matters. He then picked out the key points and wrote on the "40-word composition paper." To be honest, it was mostly just trivial family matters, like what they had planted in the fields this year, whether the seeds had been planted yet, whether there were any new cows in the village, and who had given birth.

To be honest, most of the letters he wrote for others were of this kind.

As a dedicated old scholar, Xu Jize put on his small round glasses and wrote a letter to Xiao Dongshun with a "New Countryside" fountain pen. The letter was written in neat, easy-to-read handwriting and plain language. Before finishing, he read it over and revised it once. Facing his client, he blew on the words on the paper, and when he felt that they were completely dry, he folded the letter.

"The letter is ready. Tomorrow, when you get to the county town, just drop it in the green post office box, or have someone bring it to you." Old Master Xu gestured at the post office box. "Let me calculate... a total of 25 cents." "That's expensive! Wasn't it always 20 cents?" Xiao Dongshun habitually added, "Mr. Xu, cheaper, cheaper."

"Ah, young man, you've been talking back and forth for so long, I've even had to revise it, wasting a whole page." Old Master Xu shook his head as he opened the envelope, put the letter in it, and then applied glue. "You have so much to say, it takes up a whole page."