Chapter 2671
Price? Fill in the number yourself.
Chapter 2671 Price? Fill in the number yourself.
In November, the cold wind swirled withered leaves in the air, then they landed on the thin ice of the moat, turning bluish-gray like crumpled tin foil.
Inside the command center, General Peng put on a cotton-padded coat and paced around the room with his hands behind his back, his calm expression tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"Peng, you said back then that our ships would get half of this."
"Why did they change their minds at the last minute?"
Dean Qu of the Maritime Research Institute stood to the side, holding a cup and looking down as he spoke.
"Old Qu, how can you talk like that?"
Dean Yu, who was sitting opposite, spoke up to stop them, and then looked at President Peng, who was pacing back and forth, "Well, President Peng, we agreed that we would equip our planes first, and you agreed to that too."
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Upon hearing this, Dean Qu quickly raised his hand to interrupt, "You old Yu, are you trying to sabotage me? We agreed to split it in half, don't you feel any remorse?"
Dean Yu raised an eyebrow. "Old Qu, you can't say that."
"The original plan was for 3,000 copies, with each family receiving 1,000, so everyone would get a share."
"But there are only a thousand copies left, so of course we have to come first!"
"Nonsense, can't we go first?"
"You? Do you even have that many ships? If we gave them to you, they'd just sit in the warehouse."
"you"
The two started arguing in public. Old Zhang, who was standing to the side, silently shrank back and then turned his gaze to Boss Peng.
Hopefully, Mr. Peng will take a look at him and give him more quotas.
Unfortunately, Mr. Peng is still troubled by this himself.
When I discussed this with Yang Xiaotao last time, he mentioned that satellite phones needed improvement, so only one thousand units would be produced initially, and the number to be produced later would depend on the situation.
However, after people started using satellite phones, they have become accustomed to making calls anytime, anywhere, and this convenient and efficient way of making calls is very popular.
Even if there are still some flaws, they are minor.
As a result, everyone wanted a satellite phone.
But there are only so many of these produced by the nine departments, it's simply not enough to go around.
As for the new communications satellite, it has not been developed yet.
He urged them several times, but the answer from the Ninth Department was still that it was under research.
How long is he supposed to wait?
"Alright, this isn't the fault of the Ninth Department. They did their best."
President Peng interrupted their argument.
But the two of them were taken aback.
Did they blame the Ninth Division?
They're just scrambling for the allocated spots.
Mr. Peng, you can't be deaf and misheard, can you?
To everyone's surprise, President Peng continued, "Don't worry, I will relay the opinions of all three parties and ensure that Department Nine completes the research and development as soon as possible to guarantee your interests."
Dean Qu and Dean Yu immediately tried to refute this, but it was a complete misinterpretation of their meaning.
"Alright, we can talk about it later. I'm going to use the restroom."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Peng waved to the group and then walked into the inner room.
Dean Qu quickly stood up, "President Peng, Peng."
Ke Peng left quickly, showing no intention of stopping.
The three of them stared at each other in the room, and for a moment no one spoke.
After a long silence, Old Zhang sighed and said, "Actually, we need to understand General Peng and the Ninth Department."
"After all, the Ninth Division has a lot on its plate right now, so we can't be too demanding."
Dean Qu had a lot of things to say stuck in his throat, but Dean Yu spoke up quickly, "Old Zhang, stop talking nonsense. We never said that the Ninth Department was not doing its job."
"Yes, yes, don't misunderstand us."
"We just want to get equipped as soon as possible, that's all."
Dean Qu also spoke up, and Old Zhang shrugged, "No other meaning?"
"They said they'd do a thousand, but you guys are something else."
"To insist on a thousand per person, isn't that making things difficult for the Nine Departments?"
The two looked at each other, wondering why they also wanted the Ninth Department to do more.
"Look, we didn't take that many."
Old Zhang said with a grin, "I only need five hundred."
Dean Yu and Dean Qu exchanged a glance, then each snorted coldly, "You're no better than me."
On the other side, President Peng walked into the lounge, sat down in a chair, and rubbed his temples. He had been quite annoyed by these trivial matters lately.
But there was no way to avoid it; after all, he was the supervisor.
"Sir, Old Chen just called and said he'll be going to the Ninth Department later to discuss satellite matters. He asked if you have time to go."
As the adjutant spoke, President Peng immediately stood up from his seat and said, "Let's go, let's go now."
He was about to leave when he thought for a moment and then said to his adjutant, "Tell those people later that there's an emergency and I've gone to the Ninth Department."
"Yes."
The adjutant understood immediately, and then watched as Boss Peng immediately jogged away after leaving the house.
In the next conference room, Dean Qu and the other two waited and waited but Peng Zong did not appear. So Zhang Lao got up and asked his adjutant about the situation.
Subsequently, the three learned where Boss Peng had gone.
Instantly, I was dumbfounded.
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"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Old Zhang reacted quickly and immediately walked outside.
Dean Qu and Dean Yu hadn't reacted yet. When they came to their senses, they exchanged a quick glance and then walked out without saying a word.
So, a jeep led the way on the road, followed by two cars.
Without discussing it further, the three set their sights on the Ninth Division.
Nine parts.
Yang Xiaotao was showing Old Chen around the satellite workshop.
"Sir, the comrades from the Chinese Academy of Sciences came to help this time and solved a lot of problems."
Looking at the bustling scene and the nearly completed satellite, Yang Xiaotao said a few good words on behalf of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
"Well, not bad, not bad."
Old Chen just gave a perfunctory reply.
How could he not know the situation at the Chinese Academy of Sciences?
He still remembers what happened at the nuclear power plant last time.
Seeing that Elder Chen was speaking in a nonchalant manner, Yang Xiaotao knew it was best to say less about the Chinese Academy of Sciences for the time being.
"Commander, General Peng is here."
When Yang Xiaotao saw President Peng walking towards them accompanied by Yang Youning, he quickly changed the subject.
"Old Chen, I'm not late, am I?"
Peng walked up to him, laughing heartily, and gave Yang Xiaotao a look of satisfaction.
"I just arrived too, and I'm looking around here."
Old Chen pointed to the workers who were busy not far away.
Peng stepped forward and took a look, then asked Yang Xiaotao, "Your progress is quite fast."
"Peng, we have the manpower and the technology right now. If we go all out, how can we not be fast?"
Yang Xiaotao walked to the production workshop and said, “In the past, each project only had a few people. Now we not only have more manpower, but also readily available experience, so the progress is much faster.”
As they were talking, the busy worker smiled at Yang Xiaotao, then turned back to continue working.
The three were walking in the workshop when they saw Boss Zhang stride in, followed by two elderly men with their hands behind their backs.
Yang Xiaotao quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Old Zhang, Dean Qu, and Dean Yu, you three are rare guests, very rare guests indeed."
As Yang Xiaotao approached, Old Zhang immediately put on a smiling face, "We just heard that things were lively here, so we came to see what was going on."
He smiled at President Peng as he spoke.
Mr. Peng was speechless, guessing that these three had arrived as soon as he left.
However, once he got here, it was no longer of any use to him.
If there's anything, you should contact the Ninth Department.
"Dean Qu, Dean Yu!"
After greeting Elder Zhang, Yang Xiaotao came between the two. Dean Qu directly shook Yang Xiaotao's hand, looking very eager.
"Little Yang, I came here specifically to thank your Ninth Department."
As Dean Qu began to speak, Dean Yu's eyes widened. Wasn't he here for the satellite phone?
Why did you go out of your way to thank me? I wonder what Old Qu is up to?
"grateful?"
"Dean Qu, if anyone should be thanking you, it's us. You've brought so many students here, which has solved our staffing problem."
Yang Xiaotao was the first to express his gratitude, but Dean Qu grabbed Yang Xiaotao's hand and patted it, saying, "Oh, that's only right. They want to realize their ambitions, and they owe it all to you for providing this platform."
Yang Xiaotao smiled and complimented, then heard Dean Qu say, "This time, the Weiqing ship of the Sixth Ministry is all thanks to your generous donations!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaotao still wore a smile on his face, but he was speechless inside.
What does it mean to be generous? It means to give generously at one's own expense.
I lost more than half of it without knowing anything about it.
However, since things have come to this point and the outcome is already decided, Yang Xiaotao cannot let it go to waste; he still needs to earn the favors he deserves.
"It's all for supporting revolutionary construction, it's nothing."
"Besides, this is exactly what our Ninth Department does. Any benefits we get are shared by everyone."
As he spoke, Yang Xiaotao turned around and glanced at Old Chen.
Upon hearing Yang Xiaotao's words, the latter involuntarily turned his head away.
It's really unreasonable.
Seeing Yang Xiaotao and Lao Qu so warmly interacting, Dean Yu, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer and directly reached out his hand.
Yang Xiaotao quickly pulled his hand away from Dean Qu's and then shook hands with Dean Yu.
"Dean Yu, thank you for your support."
Dean Yu nodded with a smile, "We're helping each other out, how's your new radar coming along?"
"Do you need financial support? We have some extra. You don't know, we've been saving it all these years, just waiting for your good stuff."
Hearing Dean Yu say this, Yang Xiaotao was greatly encouraged.
This is the first time I've heard of someone giving money to nine people.
He's a good person.
Little did he know that the money saved was the cost of purchasing aircraft, but they had never had a suitable plane to buy.
So over the years, he saved up quite a bit of money.
"Dean Yu, you're too kind."
"But we do have a helicopter project here."
When Dean Yu heard Yang Xiaotao say this, he almost ignored the rest of what Yang Xiaotao said and only focused on the first half of the sentence.
"You're going to develop a new aircraft?"
As soon as Dean Yu finished speaking, Old Zhang interrupted, "Old Yu, you can talk later. We can't leave President Peng and Old Chen hanging."
Mr. Peng and Mr. Chen glared at Mr. Zhang, but they didn't feel left out at all.
After Old Zhang finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao and Dean Yu smiled together, "We'll talk about it later."
"Okay, let's talk privately later!"
After meeting the three people, Yang Xiaotao continued to introduce the production situation in the workshop.
"This workshop is the satellite production workshop; basically, anything the Chinese Academy of Sciences has, we have here."
After visiting the workshop, Yang Xiaotao led everyone to the satellite communications research institute next door.
"This is Professor Shu Xingbei, who is in charge of satellite phone research."
Yang Xiaotao looked around and then introduced Shu Xingbei to the two of them.
However, during the introduction, both Mr. Peng and his colleague glanced at the young man who was working diligently not far away.
If I'm not mistaken, that's Little Fatty.
The two didn't say much. Here, they had no other identity but one thing: revolutionary workers.
Of course, this is not an identity that just anyone can have.
"Hello, Chief."
Although Shu Xingbei's personality remained intolerant of injustice after joining the Ninth Division, he became more 'smooth' than before, all in order to stay in the Ninth Division.
Because he loves his current job so much.
"Professor Shu is now in charge of the program-controlled switch, which is also a major component that will be installed on the satellite."
Yang Xiaotao explained from the side, and Shu Xingbei smiled sheepishly, "This program-controlled switchboard was Yang's idea; we just brought it to life."
Mr. Peng and Mr. Chen exchanged a glance, and then Mr. Chen smiled and said, "Having ideas is important, but being able to realize those ideas is even more important."
"As members of the revolutionary workers, you have done a great job."
Shu Xingbei and the others behind him felt a surge of warmth in their hearts upon hearing this.
After Mr. Chen finished speaking, Mr. Zhang also met with the others, and Dean Yu warmly shook hands with Shu Xingbei.
The enthusiasm made some people feel a little uncomfortable.
"Right now, we're thinking about getting more satellite phones."
"You don't know, the ocean is so vast. Once a ship sets sail, it's like a kite with a broken string; sometimes you can't even find it."
Dean Qu remarked with emotion, and then said to Yang Xiaotao, "With this satellite phone, our ships dare to sail out to sea and can maintain real-time communication."
"The quantity is too small, and it's prone to malfunction. It would be better if you could make more."
Dean Yu nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's far too few. A thousand units are simply not enough."
Old Zhang then chimed in to agree.
After listening for a while, Yang Xiaotao finally figured out what the three people had come for.
So they're here to urge us to get some work done.
Yang Xiaotao had no choice but to repeat his future plans again, and the three of them were still somewhat unwilling to give up.
However, upon hearing that the communication satellites had more than 68,000 channels, he immediately burst out laughing.
After leaving the research institute, Yang Xiaotao led everyone to the conference room.
Old Chen and Peng wouldn't come over for no reason, so Yang Xiaotao also called Li Hongfeng and the others over.
As for Zhang Lao and the other two, Peng Zong and the others had no objections, and Yang Xiaotao wouldn't say anything more.
Everyone sat down, and tea and fruit were served. Boss Peng looked at Old Chen, who nodded, so Boss Peng said, "The main reason I came here this time is to inform you."
"We have reached an agreement with the camels in the desert to launch a small satellite for them."
After Mr. Peng finished speaking, there was a commotion among the crowd.
Only Yang Xiaotao was prepared.
Dean Qu and Dean Yu exchanged glances. Seeing that everyone else looked composed, they shut their mouths, sat up straight, and listened quietly.
They knew that if they hadn't come along this time, they wouldn't have heard any of this news.
"Peng, the Chinese Academy of Sciences can help with the satellite launch; they have experience in this area."
Yang Xiaotao offered his suggestion.
Li Hongfeng, who was standing to the side, understood Yang Xiaotao's thoughts and nodded repeatedly.
Currently, the Ninth Department is busy developing communication satellites; they simply don't have the extra resources to develop another one.
But when President Peng heard this, he shook his head, which made Yang Xiaotao's heart sink.
But then Old Chen said, "They have one requirement: the satellite they make must have communication capabilities."
"What?"
Yang Xiaotao and Li Hongfeng exchanged a glance, then looked at Old Chen.
Old Chen nodded in confirmation, "They want a communications satellite."
Yang Xiaotao suddenly laughed upon hearing this, "Commander, they wouldn't still want our satellite phones, would they?"
Old Chen smiled and nodded, "That's right."
"They also said that as long as it's the same as before, it's fine."
"It's the kind with three thousand channels."
"As for the price, we can just fill in a number on the report ourselves."
As Old Chen finished speaking, he himself started laughing.
The meeting room was quiet for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The smiles on the faces of Dean Yu and Dean Qu, who were attending the meeting at the Ninth Department for the first time, seemed somewhat forced.
Especially Dean Yu, who had previously said that they had saved up quite a bit of money.
But now it seems like that was just showing off one's limited skills before an expert.
No wonder everyone says the Nine Departments are a treasure trove. With this kind of ability, calling it a treasure trove is an understatement; it's a treasure pavilion!
Anything in this place, if you take it out, is a treasure trove.
(End of this chapter)