Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Ma Degui turned around, his smile stiff, and looked at him, thinking to himself, 'Screw you, I'm going to lose my life sooner or later.'

On the western outskirts of Beijing, the convoy drove into the brand-new factory area.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Zhang Yu grabbed the door frame and got out, heading straight for the factory.

"Be careful when unloading the truck," Yang Jianguo, who had arrived early, directed the workers to dismantle the equipment.

Zhang Yu stood beside him and said, "Alright, they'll definitely behave themselves here now."

Yang Jianguo nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Yu remained calm and said, "It's all for work, there's no such thing as hardship or not."

She had deliberately given them a hard time to make them behave themselves while they were inland.

Don't think you can do whatever you want here. You'd better stay in the factory obediently.

Just be a diligent and competent tool.

This isn't Japan, so don't wander around aimlessly on the streets.

Be careful, or you might get stabbed in the back!

If it weren't for work, and the fact that the other party was still useful, she would definitely have been the one to stab them first.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this." Yang Jianguo looked at Zhang Yu with genuine sympathy and admiration.

He himself would never have been able to remain so calm.

"...The motherland needs them, and not all Japanese devils deserve to die."

After saying that, Zhang Yu left without looking back.

Whether these words were meant for Yang Jianguo or were just self-comfort, it doesn't matter.

If the motherland needs us, that's enough!

Seeing Zhang Yu leave, Ma Degui, who had been hiding far away, came over: "Director Yang, shall we eat first? Mr. Nakano is a little hungry."

"Okay, let's eat." Yang Jianguo called out as they walked towards the cafeteria, but Ma Degui's expression changed.

"Director Yang, Director Yang, wait a minute." Calling him back, Ma Degui asked with a puzzled look, "You're planning to use the cafeteria to entertain Mr. Nakano?"

"Then how should we entertain them?" Yang Jianguo stared at him intently and asked, "Everyone is here to work, not to enjoy themselves. Besides, don't you know what the conditions are like inland?"

"Don't worry, our food is good, and there's plenty of oil." Yang Jianguo chuckled and said, "Of course, Mr. Ma has money, so please feel free to eat out if you'd like."

"Um~" Yang Jianguo glanced at Nakano Yamao in the distance with a worried expression and whispered a reminder: "If you're going out, you'd better disguise yourself and not talk. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen."

“You, I…” Ma Degui stammered for a long time as he looked at him angrily.

Finally, he lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Okay, let's go to the cafeteria. I'll talk to them."

The people spoke reasonably and with evidence, neither belittling them nor showing hatred or insult.

It's all business. If I treat you to a meal in the cafeteria, there will be meat and vegetables. What more could you ask for?

They'll treat you like royalty, like a king.

I don't know about other places, but here, they won't tolerate your bad habits.

If you want something good to eat, no problem, just buy it yourself.

Chapter 321 Datafication of Vision, Sunbathing

The meal was eaten in the small canteen, and all the usual treatment was provided.

Nakano Yamao was furious and berated Ma Degui like a grandson.

Yang Jianguo also made plenty of suggestions, and he even got angry about it, chasing after Ma Degui to ask what Nakano Yamao had said.

Did I insult myself? I'll have to find a translator later.

With great difficulty, Ma Degui finally managed to persuade her to stop, and she went back to the small canteen for a meal, feeling exhausted.

“Nakano-kun, it seems he really doesn’t understand Imperial language.” Ma Degui said with a bitter face, like a grandson being scolded by his father.

Nakano Yamao's face was stern, but his tone was somewhat relaxed: "Yoshi, that's good, but we can't let our guard down. The Empire's technology can't fall into the hands of others."

"Hey, hey." Ma Degui just nodded, as if he was still being lectured.

Yang Jianguo, who noticed this scene out of the corner of his eye, almost burst out laughing.

He acted really convincingly; he's got real talent for acting.

Pity!

It took a week to get all the equipment in place.

On the day of the official start of production, a senior leader came by with a translator and chatted with Nakano Yamao for a while.

They said everything they said on stage, but there was no real substance. If Yang Jianguo were to summarize, it would be a typical case of mutual flattery in business.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony and photo session, the top leader left.

Production has also fully commenced here, and a large quantity of chromium steel has been transported from Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

"Jianguo, the bearings made by those Japanese are really good." Xiang Shaodong said with envy and admiration as he held the samples that had been delivered to him.

A good product is the most powerful argument; good is good. Denying it against one's conscience only proves one's ignorance.

Therefore, Xiang Shaodong praised the product quite a bit.

But the next question is, "Jianguo, how can we master this technology and manufacture the same product?"

With the improvement and development of the power industry, the importance of bearings has become increasingly prominent.

High-quality bearings that operate efficiently are a crucial element in improving industrial efficiency.

In the equipment manufacturing industry, these are the most core and fundamental components, which directly determine the quality of major equipment and mainframe performance.

It is the 'heart' of manufacturing components and is indispensable.

Don't underestimate this small, inconspicuous bearing.

This little gadget has caused countless countries and companies a lot of headaches.

Ultimately, the country had no choice but to rely entirely on imports to meet its demand.

Once outsiders gain control of the discourse, a thing loses all its competitiveness.

That means getting the other person to shut up, to cut you off whenever they want.

Just like many small restaurants, the owner has to watch the chef's mood; if he quits, he'll starve.

Only those who have experienced it can truly understand how unpleasant it is.

"Don't worry, it won't be long." Yang Jianguo turned his gaze to the core area, where Nakano Yamao and his men were having a meeting.

The Japanese were quite cautious, even though they were certain that none of them understood Japanese.

However, when discussing technology or holding meetings, they would still go to a private room, close the door, and whisper among themselves.

Unfortunately, no one eavesdropped on their discussion.

For Yang Jianguo, having the equipment he has is enough.

'Use horizon datafication.'

At that moment, Yang Jianguo thought he had put on the Iron Man suit and become Stark, a winner in life.

The fluctuating numerical values ​​changed with the operation of the machine, my thoughts turned, and the equipment was divided into more than three thousand parts.

Detailed data on each component, including dimensions, functions, features, and manufacturing processes…

At this moment, Yang Jianguo is an omniscient information provider.

"Jianguo, what are you doing?"

"Looking to the future..."

Recording all the information is a considerable mental task.

At the same time, it also consumes a lot of physical strength.

So much so that when Yang Jianguo left the workshop, Xiang Shaodong had to help him walk.

"Director Yang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his legs weak and his face pale, Ma Degui was a little confused.

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Yang Jianguo forced a smile, the stabbing pain in his head making his expression twitch: "I'll go back first."

"Jianguo, can you still ride a bike like this?"

Xiang Shaodong couldn't understand how he could be so weak after just walking around the workshop.

Could it be that my sister-in-law was too demanding at home, draining my resources?

"Stop with your filth, I'm just mentally exhausted."

Judging from the glint in his eyes, you could tell this guy was up to no good.

I don't know how I describe myself in my mind. How old am I? Am I still so childish?

"Hey, I didn't think much of it!" Xiang Shaodong smiled strangely, and after trying to hold back, he couldn't help but say, "Well, Jianguo, have your sister-in-law give you some nourishing food when you have time."

"Get out!" Yang Jianguo roared in fury.

Returning home with his head full of data, Yang Jianguo immediately opened his laptop.

写~

He wrote until half a bottle of ink was gone, from day to night.

Even after the child got out of school, Yingzi didn't make him move off the chair after work.

I kept writing until my shoulders ached and my fingers went numb.

Yang Jianguo then put down his pen.

"Finished with work?" I saw him leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, looking haggard.

Yingzi came up to him with heartache and stood behind him, massaging his head.

After a soft response, Yang Jianguo's mouth gradually opened slightly.

A short while later, it began to snore softly.

He leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.

I was in a daze, and it seemed like someone was calling me.

Yingzi helped him to bed with great effort, took off his shoes, and pulled the blanket over him.

I wanted to wipe his face, but then I was afraid of waking him up.

"Sigh~" Yingzi sighed and went back inside to busy herself.

The corn kernels harvested earlier need to be processed, otherwise they'll all be infested with insects.

He slept soundly for a long time, and by the time Yang Jianguo woke up it was already afternoon.

I threw back the covers and got out of bed, then went to my desk to take a look.

The notebook is still there; close it and stack it neatly on the table.

Yang Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, opened the notebook and glanced at it before going out to wash up.

He slept so soundly that his brain was a complete mess.

I splashed cold water on my face in the yard and rinsed my hair to soothe the tingling sensation in my scalp.

Yang Jianguo sighed comfortably, moved a chair and lay down by the door.

The sun is so warm today!

"Hey~ Jianguo, aren't you going to work today?" Shazhu was surprised to find himself carrying two pigeons when he arrived home early.

This is the first time in all these years that I've seen him resting and sunbathing in the yard on a weekday.

Rare indeed!

Yang Jianguo, with his eyes closed, lazily replied, "Yeah, I'll take a day off today."

The sun was so warm and comfortable that he was about to fall asleep again.