Chapter 2775
: We need to put some pressure on him.
Chapter 2775: We need to put some pressure on him.
Nine departments, research institutes.
Inside the newly established Forward Tunnel Boring Machine Research Institute, a group of people were discussing something, with more and more people coming and going.
Below, besides the people from Pang Guo's research institute, there were also Zhang Guanyu, An Zhongsheng, and others who had come specifically because they heard Yang Xiaotao was going to have class.
Moreover, people are still coming in through the back door, quietly sitting down, waiting for the class to begin.
Everyone knew that it was very difficult to get a chance to attend even one of Yang Bu's lectures.
It is said that when Director Yang was working at the steel rolling mill, he often explained difficult problems to the workshop workers and even helped them improve their skills.
Unfortunately, it has now become a memory for the workers, and those workers who had this experience always speak of it with undisguised pride.
These days, it's quite difficult to attend even one of Yang Bu's classes.
Aside from occasionally taking the time to teach vocational school students, Yang rarely appears on the podium.
Even when he teaches students, he mainly talks about fitter experience; he rarely attends large-scale instrument and equipment analysis conferences like this.
Of course, everyone knows that this is not to say that Yang Xiaotao is lazy, nor would anyone dare to have any complaints about Yang Xiaotao.
They fully understand Yang Xiaotao's work.
Different positions require different leadership roles.
With his current position, Yang is always busy with important matters. According to the comrades in the courtyard, the light in Yang's study stays on until midnight every night. His work ethic is almost the same, even without a cot in his office.
Otherwise, how could Yang have completed the design drawings for the tunnel boring machine and produced the design drawings for the new turbofan engine in such a short time?
This is all thanks to the hard work and dedication of Yang Bu!
In other words, the only projects that Yang can take seriously right now are these large-scale, cutting-edge projects. Smaller projects, like rolling mills, diesel engines, or gasoline engines, are too small to bother Yang with.
For various reasons, as soon as the news of Yang Xiaotao's class spread, people who had nothing else to do at the research institute rushed over there.
Even those who had other things to do postponed their tasks, and then the notebooks arrived.
They may not understand the technicalities of tunnel boring machines, but they can learn from Yang Xiaotao's courses, especially the interpretation of his design concepts, which is of great help to them.
In the research institute's office.
Yang Xiaotao was chatting with Old Ye, while the old Taoist priest leisurely sipped his tea beside him.
"Master, we need to expand the production of semiconductor raw materials this time, but the output is still insufficient!"
Yang Xiaotao brought up the old matter again because the new type of photocopier had officially gone into production.
This translates to a massive demand for semiconductors.
The semiconductors produced by the research institute are no longer able to support such high demand.
Moreover, breakthroughs have been achieved in game consoles, which will further increase the demand for semiconductor materials in the future.
Despite the difficulties, Old Ye nodded with a smile.
The increase in semiconductor materials highlights the growing importance of semiconductors and underscores the significance of their work.
"I've discussed this with Dean Han and the others, and we plan to expand production at headquarters."
"Not enough, this isn't enough. We need to sell more to the Alliance!"
Yang Xiaotao immediately shook his head, and Old Ye patted his forehead, having forgotten about the matter.
Old Ye looked at Yang Xiaotao and said, "If we want to increase semiconductor production, we need to increase the production scale of high-purity silicon, which means we need to find a way to increase the output of high-frequency induction furnaces."
Yang Xiaotao frowned; he had been so busy lately that he had forgotten about this.
"Is it still impossible to mass-produce high-frequency induction furnaces?"
These words were directed at the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest put down the enamel mug and shook his head. "I've been experimenting for more than half a year, but I still haven't figured out the trick. Now I still have to rely on human judgment!"
"The current low production volume is also related to human factors; after all, people get tired, and when they're tired, they make mistakes..."
The old Taoist priest was still talking when Yang Xiaotao interrupted, "After all this time, haven't you figured out any experience yet?"
"A fixed temperature and a fixed frequency—this should have been figured out long ago."
"What is Li Lei up to?!"
Seeing that Yang Xiaotao was a little angry, the old Taoist priest decisively shut up.
Currently, the large-scale production of high-purity silicon is hampered by high-frequency induction furnaces, and the research institute needs larger high-frequency induction furnaces, rather than small furnaces that produce only a little at a time.
But we can't even make small stoves properly now, let alone large ones.
Seeing Yang Xiaotao's anger, Old Ye spoke up for Li Lei, saying, "They've been researching this, but maybe they haven't found the right method."
"Moreover, this research requires sufficient electricity, which is difficult to meet given our current situation."
After Elder Ye finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao's expression softened slightly, and then he shook his head and said, "Difficulties are not an excuse!"
"It is precisely because there are difficulties that we need to overcome them. Otherwise, should we wait for the farmers to come to the fields? Or for the doctors to come to the hospitals?"
"They're short of energy. The nuclear power plant is under construction right now. Are they going to wait until the nuclear power plant is finished and everything is ready before they start doing anything?"
Yang Xiaotao's expression turned serious, then he snorted coldly, "I think they're just under less pressure and lack motivation."
"Old Ye, call Li Lei later and tell him it was me who said this."
"If he has a problem, tell him to come to me!"
Old Ye smiled wryly, "If there were any problems, I wouldn't dare come to you."
Luckily, it was him who made the call; otherwise, the high-frequency induction furnace would probably be terrified.
Mr. Ye nodded, and Yang Xiaotao calmed down a bit. "In short, we need to increase the production capacity of semiconductor materials."
"We aim to double our production this year!"
Old Ye remembered it, but didn't say anything.
This is a mission, but more importantly, it is a requirement for revolutionary construction.
Then Yang Xiaotao looked at the smug old Taoist priest and asked in an annoyed tone, "Old Taoist, how's your magnesium alloy research going?"
The old Taoist narrowed his eyes. He could tell that Yang Xiaotao wasn't in a good mood today. He had originally wanted to say how difficult it was and how much time it would take to study it, but now he thought it was best not to provoke the guy!
"This is already being tested, and there has been some progress!"
After hearing what the old Taoist priest said, Yang Xiaotao immediately nodded, "That's great. The tunnel boring machine here needs tungsten carbide and titanium carbide for its cutters. I'll entrust these two research tasks to you."
The old Taoist priest was dumbfounded.
He was filled with regret; why had he been so stubborn?
I should have said I couldn't do it.
But since Yang Xiaotao has already said that, if I refuse again, the criticism will probably shift to me.
With a quick glance around, the old Taoist priest tentatively asked, "What kind of tunnel boring machine is this? Isn't it a task assigned by the Ministry of Machine Building?"
"Would it be appropriate for us to help them with the research?"
Yang Xiaotao leaned back in his chair, feeling somewhat irritated.
He had considered that the Ninth Department might need help with the tunnel boring machine, but he never thought of taking over the project directly.
Do you know how busy the Ninth Department is right now?
Do you know how many things he has to do right now?
Knowing that he had devised a comprehensive reading plan to earn five thousand credits in order to unlock computer proficiency!
Five thousand!
He's only 500 credits short, such a crucial moment! This is hindering his progress!
When the call was made, Liu Huaimin simply said, "You handle it."
Damn it, what kind of talk is that? If we really want to do this, we should push this project out immediately.
But does he dare?
Yesterday afternoon, when Old Chen learned about the tunnel boring machine and turbofan engine, he praised them extensively on the phone, which moved Yang Xiaotao to tears.
This adds another project without our knowledge.
It's a big project!
Ugh!
With a sigh, Yang Xiaotao looked helpless, but nodded to the old Taoist priest, "Suitable!"
He only said two words, and the old Taoist priest understood instantly.
Now I understand even more why everyone I saw this morning looked like they owed me ten dollars.
The root of the relationship lies here.
The old Taoist slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "These two research projects are a bit difficult!"
"How about we allocate one to the Ministry of Machine Building?"
Since the First Ministry of Machine Building offended you, you'll be happy if I cause some trouble for them.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Xiaotao waved his hand and said, "No need, I've already told them that the research on tantalum carbide has been handed over to them!"
The old Taoist priest pursed his lips, feeling that he was being a bit wise after the event, but he still didn't give up. These two research projects had been added for no reason, which meant he would have to do three jobs.
No, this is too tiring!
Just as he was pondering whether to allocate one to the Alloy Bureau, he saw Yang Xiaotao get up and walk out.
The old Taoist priest opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
Old Ye chuckled, "This guy's finally feeling the pressure!" The old Taoist shrugged, "He'll feel the pressure?"
"He's probably just worried that the pressure isn't enough!"
When I arrived at the office of the tunnel boring machine research institute, I was startled as soon as I entered.
The room was packed with people.
The people sat close together on the table, filling the empty space at the front.
When Yang Xiaotao entered, everyone immediately fell silent, looking at him with anticipation.
Yang Xiaotao immediately understood what these people meant, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
After all, this is an opportunity to learn and improve.
Standing on the podium, Yang Xiaotao looked at the crowd below, made no polite gestures, and picked up the chalk next to him to draw on the blackboard behind him.
"Today, let's analyze the structural principles of multi-thickness structures together."
A short while later, a simplified diagram of a tunnel boring machine appeared on the blackboard. Yang Xiaotao solemnly said, "The tunnel boring machine we're working on now is officially called a closed-chest type..."
……
Mr. Chen's office.
Old Chen sat on the left front, tapping his pencil on the table with a clattering sound, his eyes darting around.
Mr. Peng sat upright in his chair, his gaze level, fixed on Old Chen.
Although Old Qin was sitting, he felt like his pants were on fire, but he dared not move. His eyes kept shifting between the two of them, and his heart was pounding.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; he was supposed to report on the aircraft production situation to President Peng, but the conversation turned to the development of a new type of aircraft, which led to a whole bunch of other things.
Finally, influenced by Mr. Peng's decisive and efficient personality, the two of them arrived here.
The goal is simple: the development of a new type of aircraft requires funding.
But Qin Lao and his team in the logistics department had no money.
Needless to say, President Peng could donate some money personally, but his department really didn't have any.
Therefore, Mr. Peng had no choice but to look for wealthy people.
So the three of them sat there, none of them speaking first.
So, even though there were only three people in the room, it felt like there was a huge army.
Cough
Just as Old Qin was feeling restless, Old Chen's pencil stopped clicking at the table, and then he coughed lightly, breaking the silence.
Old Chen looked at President Peng, who nodded slightly.
Old Chen gave a wry smile.
He lost this round.
"Okay, how much money do you need?"
Old Chen spoke first.
President Peng turned his head to look at Elder Qin.
Feeling the gazes of the two men, Old Qin quickly recited the prepared speech.
"Sir, the new aircraft is designed to fill the gap between the Blue Horse fighter jet and the J-8C fighter jet."
"Therefore, we are preparing to develop a twin-engine heavy aircraft, capable of superior maneuverability within an altitude range of 10,000 to 20,000 meters, this..."
Old Chen listened patiently to Old Qin's explanation and knew what kind of aircraft they were going to make. There was no problem with that. After all, he had experienced war and was clear about the situation of aircraft. He also understood that the White Horse Blue Horse fighter jet was somewhat out of sync with the J-8 fighter jet that followed.
Designing an intermediate fighter jet is also necessary.
“What about the budget?”
Mr. Chen is quite concerned about money.
Old Qin swallowed hard, then took a deep breath and said, "Our original budget was one hundred million!"
"How many?"
Old Chen almost jumped up from his seat.
"One hundred million? Do you know how much it cost to develop the White Horse fighter jet?"
Old Chen's expression changed. If it really cost 100 million, he would rather have the Ninth Department produce a few more White Horses.
It doesn't matter if you attach missiles or not, and the White Horse flies faster, higher, and is safer.
Feeling somewhat guilty after being questioned by Old Chen, Old Qin quickly looked at Boss Peng beside him.
But to everyone's surprise, Mr. Peng remained seated, showing no intention of speaking.
What I mean is that all I can do is get Lao Chen to give me the money, but you need to determine the specific amount.
Old Qin gritted his teeth and said, "Leader, one hundred million was just our previous estimate!"
"what about now?"
Old Chen asked impatiently, and Old Qin quickly replied, "Half of it now, fifty million!"
"Fifty million? Half gone in an instant? Are you kidding me?"
Old Chen was even more displeased, and even President Peng, who was standing next to him, turned his head and said, "This is not child's play. One minute it's 100 million, and the next it's 50 million. The difference is too big!"
"Whatever the amount, that's what it is. Be realistic and don't try to be vague!"
Upon hearing this, Old Qin almost burst into tears and hurriedly explained, "Two leaders, this was originally supposed to be 100 million, but there were mistakes in the research and development, so we need to prepare more."
"Can…"
"But isn't the Ninth Division preparing to develop turbofan engines now?"
"Well, our logistics department is also cooperating with the Third Ministry of Machinery Industry, just like using the Ninth Ministry's engines to design aircraft!"
"If they can develop the turbofan engine, we won't need to, and the cost will naturally be halved!"
By the end, even Old Qin himself was a little embarrassed.
Old Chen suddenly realized, "Damn it, they've set their sights on the Ninth Division!"
This was the first time Mr. Peng had moved his buttocks, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"So, will the responsibility for this plane ultimately fall on your logistics department and the Third Ministry of Machinery Industry, or on the Ninth Ministry?"
Suddenly, Old Chen asked with a smile, then, ignoring Old Qin's uneasy expression, continued, "Also, are you sure you can get it done with 50 million?"
"It hasn't been that long since the J-8 incident!"
Thinking of this, Old Chen added insult to injury, "Back then, you were with the Third Ministry of Machine Building, weren't you!"
Mr. Peng frowned upon hearing this, but remained silent, for it was the truth.
Old Qin felt even more embarrassed, and his heart felt even tighter.
But how do I answer this question?
You might think it's from their logistics department, but the crucial engine technology has to be developed by the Ninth Division.
And he was also a little worried.
What if the Ninth Division, like last time, feels that its own engines are being wasted and decides to use them to build airplanes?
Isn't that how the white horse came to be?
Well, that's like falling into the same river twice!
After a quick thought, Old Qin immediately made up his mind and said, "Leader, we talked about this when we were drinking together last time. The Ninth Department is responsible for aircraft engines, and we will work with the Third Ministry of Machinery Industry to be responsible for aircraft research and development!"
"Therefore, we have a cooperative relationship on aircraft and engines."
"So once this plane is built, it will be considered a joint achievement of both of us."
"This belongs to both of us!"
Old Qin said it with certainty, but after saying those words, why did he suddenly feel at ease?
Did he subconsciously believe that the airplane couldn't be made without the participation of the nine departments?
terrible!
But it's so real!
Well, since I've already said it, there's no going back now.
Then I thought that if the First Ministry of Machine Building could delegate the tunnel boring machine work to the Ninth Ministry, why couldn't they?
It's just giving young people more responsibility; pressure is a motivator, so it's a good thing!
With such a mental framework in mind, Qin Lao actually found a perfect solution, which was truly remarkable.
It's a bit of a rip-off!
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaotao, who was still giving a lecture to everyone in the Ninth Division, was completely unaware that while he was putting pressure on others, someone was also quietly placing a weight on his shoulder.