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Chapter 3:This is not a Rolling Mill Part at All

Feng Xiaochen, the conference room waiter, did not know why he was so impulsive, and when there was no one to rest at noon, he wrote this figure on Luo Xiangfei's notepad.Seeing Luo Xiangfei's eyes as sharp as a cone, he suddenly looked at him with a bit of a nervousness:

Is it really appropriate to expose yourself in such a rude way?

Are you really ready to rush into this stormy tide now?

Feng Xiaochen is a temporary worker hired by the logistics department of the metallurgical department and was recruited in accordance with the provisions of the "implementation policy".Previously, he graduated from junior high school as Zhiqing, in a poor county below Nanjiang Province, in the formation of a team, carrying more than three years of hoe, which with the return of the city to the city of Zhiqing tide back to the provincial city, into the metallurgical hall.Due to the low education, there is no technology, coupled with the fact that there is some discrimination in the organization for this kind of non-"old three-year-old", Feng Xiaochen was assigned to become a handyman in the logistics department, and his daily work is to sweep the corridor, open the water, or be a porter.

This time Luo Xiangfei took six or seven officials from Beijing to the metallurgical hall to talk about the compression of funds, Feng Xiaochen was arranged in the conference room to serve as a service work, this pile of drawings was moved by him and several other handymen from the warehouse.Similar to this work, he has done it dozens of times in the past year.

Every time the RB people came to negotiate, Feng Xiaochen, they would move the drawings of several tons of weight from the warehouse to the conference room, and then sort the code.During the negotiations, Feng Xiaochen took turns to watch the night in the conference room, fire protection and anti-theft and anti-spying... if there is a spy.When the negotiations are over, Feng Xiaochen will be responsible for transporting the drawings back to the warehouse for preservation, and the same should be arranged according to the categories, so that the technicians can access it at any time.It can be said that Lu Jianyong, their engineers, have less understanding of this pile of drawings than Feng Xiaochen.

Of course, as mentioned earlier, it is the Feng howling ten days ago.And now standing in front of Luo Xiangfei, is no longer the past only junior high school diploma, even ABC can not write back to the city, in his body, hidden a soul from 40 years later.

The director of the strategy department of the National Major Equipment Office, known as the youngest, most powerful, and most promising reserve cadre Feng Xiaochen did not know which organ he had accidentally touched, and actually crossed the vast space and time to Nanjiang Province in 1980, possessed by such a metallurgical office temporary worker.At the beginning of this time and space, he was not even accustomed to the "Great Unity" pattern on the banknotes, and could not bear the wormhole without a bathroom.In the past ten days, he had finally digested the soul in his original body, and was able to call his parents calmly, and learned to hold a poor quality cigarette with other young people in logistics to hook up and call his brother.

This time, the coordination meeting was Feng Xiaochen's first time participating in such a high-level meeting after crossing, of course, saying that "participation" was really exalting him, his identity was just a waiter with tea and water, and just before that moment, Luo Xiangfei did not even see him once, perhaps even his presence in the conference room was not aware.

Others regarded Feng Xiaochen, who was standing in the corner of the house, as a small transparency, but Feng Zhichen himself felt that he was deeply involved in the venue.Listening to the people hanging the river, but there was not a word on the most critical idea, he couldn't help but rush to the conference table several times, pat the table, and drink: you all shut up to me, this is not the case!

In the previous life, Feng Xiaochen, as the director of the major equipment office, participated in countless coordination meetings at a higher level than this level, and also participated in countless negotiations with foreign investors.The things about the steel equipment, he can know everything, nothing can hide his eyes.More importantly, for the Nanjiang Iron and Steel Plant, the 1780 mm hot-rolled machine, Feng Xiaochen has had a special study, he not only knows the past of this mill, he is also very aware of the future of this mill.

When Feng Xiaochen entered the major equipment office, the 1780 mm hot-milling machine of Nanjiang Iron and Steel Factory was still in operation, but it was on the verge of being eliminated and dismantled.The introduction of this hot rolling mill was a very sensational thing in the early 1980s, and it was also a very sensitive topic in the equipment industry.Some of the things that have emerged in the introduction of this mill, in public, everyone must carefully avoid them.

Feng Xiaochen once had a chance to go to the home of an old leader who had been retired for many years to send some annual gifts.On the wall of the old leader's house, he saw a yellow drawing on which the word "disgrace" was batched with a thick red pen.At that time, Feng Xiaochen spoke lightly, and naturally did not dare to ask the old leader about the original commission of the matter.Afterwards, he side-by-side and sideways learned from other colleagues that this drawing came from the Nanjiang 1780 hot-roed machine, and the old leader was the official who participated in the hot-buted machine introduction negotiations.

According to the staff who worked around the old leader at that year, at the celebration banquet of the hot rolling machine put into operation, the old leader was drunk and drunk, and cried after returning to the guest house, saying that the introduction of the 1780 hot rolling machine was the shame of his life, and he had committed such a big crime to the country and the people before he retired.

Feng Xiaochen clearly remembers that the name of the old leader is Luo Xiangfei, and the drawing that hangs on the wall of his home is KBS-3720.

At that time, Luo Xiangfei did not see this drawing until after the project was put into production.Or, to find this drawing specifically.And this time, with Feng Xiaochen's reminder, this drawing appeared in front of Luo Xiangfei in advance.

"Little Hou, Lugong, you first pause, please come and help me see this drawing."

Luo Xiangfei looked at the drawings for five minutes and suddenly spoke.Everyone stopped and looked at Luo Xiang flying with some iron face.Liu Huimin helped to make a place on the conference table, so that Luo Xiangfei put the drawings down.Hou Shoupeng, an engineer at the National Institute of metallurgical design, and Lu Jianyong and others came together and fell on the table to begin to study the drawing.

“Is this a spindle slider?”

“I think it’s a jacket, don’t you?”

“Could it be a part of the square, a triangular support?”

“Well, just look at an isolated picture, guess what...”

People are thinking about their familiar parts.A set of hot rolling machine parts thousands, light weight is as many as tens of thousands of tons, with a single drawing, to analyze which part is where, it is not easy.There is also an important reason for this, that is, the rolling mills that China has used and built in the past are based on the Saddle Steel 1700 mm mills built in the 1950s, and the RB rolling mills of the 1970s are very different from the Soviet rolling mills in the 1950s.

When Luo Xiangfei first saw this drawing, he also had such a thought, so he could not understand.But then he suddenly thought that the figure number was specially written on his own paper, and it was obvious that there was something wrong with it, and it could not be normalized.In this way, his mind was released, and the result of letting go was that he recognized this game at once, and an inexplicable evil fire in his heart suddenly rose.

"Don't stick to the mill, think about it somewhere else, and think about whether you have seen such a thing every day."Luo Xiang flew with a black face and reminded the people.

“Everyday?”

Everyone is a little embarrassed, who stays with the steel factory equipment every day?How can the equipment of the steel plant be connected to the daily life?

Lu Jianyong was in this set of drawings under some work, he coarsely recalled the whole set of drawings, and then carefully looked at this KBS-3720, silent for a few minutes, he suddenly burst out a coarse mouth:

“Son, fucked little boy!”

"My day—his little devil's ancestor, it's a cat!"Hou Supeng also responded, and directly greeted the ancestors of the RB people.

“I – the fuck!”Someone else joined in.

“What do you mean?”People who didn’t understand began to ask their colleagues.

“Have you never seen it at home, and you haven’t seen it in the metallurgical hall?”Colleagues reminded me.

“My day!What an egg!”

More and more people understand that even if most people had such a little or less of a cunning complex, this moment also scolded her in anger.These little Japanese, when they come to negotiate, a personal dog, smile, look so good at the four words of "international friends", but the equipment they provide is really a pit.

Just now, we are still fighting for the head of the auxiliary equipment of 100,000, and we do not know how to choose.But in front of this game, purely pit Chinese, everyone is still helping to count money.

"What's the matter?"What’s wrong with this drawing?”

Qiao Ziyuan is not so proficient in technology, just did not come up to see the drawings, at this time to see everyone in the crowd, some unknown, hurriedly pulled the landing sword Yong asked.

Lu Jianyong pointed to the drawings and said sadly: "Mr. Joe, I will review you, I actually did not see the RB people in the drawings."The drawing that Mr. Luo had just picked out was not a part of the mill at all.”

“It’s not a rolling mill, what is it?”Joko asked.

Lu Jianyong's lips twitched for a moment, and he really had no face to tell the truth.But Jo Zi stared at him from far away, and even if he was embarrassed, he could not help answering.He took a deep breath, then squeezed a word out of his teeth:

“It’s just a toilet!”

“Plow the toilet!”

Those officials who did not come forward to see the drawings suddenly were all blind, when the Chinese became so broad, actually from the RB to introduce the flush toilet!

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