Chapter 3122
I'll take responsibility for this.
Chapter 3122 I'll take responsibility for this.
Seeing that no one was speaking, Li Yunlong knew that the time was almost right.
So they prepared to add fuel to the fire, determined to make this happen.
You should know that when he came back this time, he promised Ding Wei and Kong Jie that if he couldn't get help, he wouldn't go back.
He now understands that he can't count on Wang Huzi anymore.
This guy's identity is too sensitive; if we really make a move against him, it will probably backfire.
Therefore, Ding Wei had already explained before he returned that the main target this time was still the Red Star Machinery Factory.
Or rather, the nine departments behind the Red Star Machinery Factory.
Then Li Yunlong looked at Li Chengjun and said, "Director Li, just say it."
"Now that these workers have entered your Ninth Department's factory, are they considered your people?"
Li Chengjun looked away from the enamel handle he was holding and then looked at Li Yunlong, his eyes narrowing as he smiled, "Li Yunlong, don't try to provoke me."
"If the higher-ups don't give their approval, all your talking won't do any good."
Hearing this, Li Yunlong became angry again. "Li Chengjun, you're a real man, why are you so timid now?"
Li Chengjun wasn't buying Li Yunlong's act; he knew it perfectly well.
Besides helping the factory develop, the most important reason I came to this Northwest region is to help those people across from me.
As long as these people are protected, the mission is accomplished.
Moreover, he controls a significant force within the Security Section. Given the current weaponry and equipment of the Security Section, if Li Yunlong were to take him to Persia, this guy would probably dare to make a trip to the royal palace.
He didn't want to cause trouble for the Ninth Division.
Just as Li Yunlong was about to continue his persuasion, there was a knock on the conference room door.
Li Chengjun gave Fang Yuan a wink, indicating that this meeting was not important and they generally wouldn't disturb them.
Fang Yuan got up and opened the conference room door, where he saw Ma Xiaoling holding a satellite phone. Upon seeing Fang Yuan, she immediately said, "Director Fang, are you looking for Director Li?"
Upon seeing that it was a satellite phone, Fang Yuan quickly walked up to Li Chengjun and whispered something in his ear.
Li Chengjun's expression changed, and he immediately got up, walked to the door, took the satellite phone, and then went out to a quiet place to call Yang Xiaotao.
The phone rang for a while before being answered.
"Mr. Yang, this is Li Chengjun."
Li Chengjun spoke first, and then Yang Xiaotao's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Director Li, I want to know about the situation in the Northwest, especially matters related to Persia."
Upon hearing Yang Xiaotao's words, Li Chengjun realized that the other party had already learned about the situation in Persia. So he briefly explained the current situation and repeated the key points that Li Yunlong had just mentioned.
After Li Chengjun finished speaking, there was still silence on the phone.
Just as Li Chengjun was about to express his opinion, Yang Xiaotao's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Director Li!"
"Mr. Yang, please speak."
"Provide as much help as possible."
Yang Xiaotao's voice came through, startling Li Chengjun.
"Mr. Yang, won't this cause some trouble?"
No sooner had Li Chengjun finished speaking than Yang Xiaotao's voice followed, "Doing nothing will prevent trouble?"
"Besides, our factory also needs protection. We'll have Ding Wei negotiate with Mosidov about this. If he can't protect the factory workers, we'll protect them ourselves."
"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."
"By the way, tell him to be a bit more assertive."
"It would be best to have Mosidov purchase equipment from us."
After listening to Yang Xiaotao's words, Li Chengjun couldn't help but think to himself, "What an overbearing attitude!"
They'd be more than happy to do that.
However, this is just a thought, since Yang Xiaotao is not wrong.
The security department, isn't it supposed to protect the factory?
Does opening a factory overseas mean it's no longer under the jurisdiction of the Ninth Department?
"Yes, I understand."
Li Chengjun hung up the phone but did not rush back to the conference room.
Instead, he walked to the side, sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one.
After taking two forceful puffs, Li Chengjun's expression hardened.
After finishing his cigarette, he stood up, stomped the cigarette butt on the ground, and turned to walk towards the conference room.
Before I even went inside, I could hear Li Yunlong's loud voice coming from inside.
"Blind Cheng, can't you stand up for yourself for once?"
"You said no when I asked to borrow someone, so how about we prepare the weapon for you? Still not enough?"
"I think you've become complacent and happy now, and have forgotten the hardships you endured before."
Bang
"Li Da Nao, watch your mouth, you son of a bitch."
"Disorganized and undisciplined, how many times have I told you? Can't you learn your lesson?"
"I think your bad habits are just a result of being spoiled by the brigade commander."
Cheng Bing suddenly shut his mouth.
Their brigade commander.
When Li Yunlong heard this familiar name, an image of a man in a leather coat and glasses flashed before his eyes, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"If he were here, he would definitely whip you with a horsewhip."
Cheng Bing spoke coldly, but he was also feeling very upset inside.
Li Yunlong remained silent, but in his heart he was more than willing to let the other party whip him twice right now.
At least, I can still feel the other party's power.
The two were like bulls that had been thrown into the ground, and then suddenly frozen in place, neither of them moving.
Everyone present understood who they were talking about.
The past years floated into President He's eyes, and a trace of nostalgia also appeared in his tiger-like eyes.
Cough
Just then, Li Chengjun walked in from outside, breaking the silence in the room.
Li Yunlong and Cheng Bing looked at each other, then sat down together.
Li Chengjun walked to his seat and sat down. "I just received a call from the steel mill. They need to urgently produce a batch of equipment."
"Gentlemen, if there's nothing else, let's adjourn this meeting."
Li Yunlong had expected Li Chengjun to call with some good news, but it turned out to be nothing more than trivial matters. So he immediately stood up to object, "No, I've come all this way back, I have to make a decision this time."
After saying that, he looked at Li Chengjun, as if he was about to rush up and fight.
Li Chengjun gave a wry smile. "Isn't this making things difficult for people?"
"I'm just a factory manager, what decisions can I make?"
"At most, we can send some people from the security department; there's really nothing else we can help with."
Li Yunlong initially thought the other party was making excuses again, but upon hearing the last part, he immediately understood and a smile appeared on his face. Below, Wang Huzi and General Manager He exchanged a glance; they remembered that there were no satellite phones in the steel factory.
Then I realized that Li Chengjun dared to make this decision, most likely because it was the will of the people in Beijing.
However, Li Chengjun took all the blame upon himself.
The two men glanced at Li Chengjun, both of them showing solemn expressions.
Seeing that Li Chengjun agreed, Li Yunlong said no more.
As long as we provide manpower and equipment here, Ding Wei will have room to maneuver.
Ding Wei is an expert at this kind of grandstanding and backstabbing.
With the mission accomplished, Li Yunlong regained his cheerful expression, and the meeting concluded.
After everyone had left, Li Chengjun returned to the office with President He and the others.
His first words were, "Mr. He, I'd like to send the Northwest Wolf Special Forces to Persia."
Baiko Cosmodrome, Kazakhstan.
An elderly man in an old-fashioned military uniform sat upright on the reviewing stand, his eyes sharp as he looked at the work station, awaiting the latest news.
At this moment, the satellite codenamed Porcupine, carrying an 800-kilogram tungsten rod, had already flown into space. Below, the people were adjusting the satellite's speed and angle to accurately hit the pre-set target.
Beside the old man were three middle-aged men with different expressions.
These three individuals are all leaders in the aerospace field and the main persons in charge of this satellite launch test.
Only the old man in military uniform could have brought these three people together; no one else could have done it.
It was precisely because of the old man in military uniform's status that the three of them were able to sit quietly.
Otherwise, they would have been in a terrible state long ago; it's already a sign of politeness that they haven't started fighting.
"Andrei".
The old man suddenly spoke, and the middle-aged man on the left immediately turned his head. "Mr. Nowitzki, please give your instructions."
He spoke with great respect.
"Hmm, I heard that the computer from China has attracted worldwide attention. What are your thoughts on that?"
Andrei's eyelids twitched slightly upon hearing this, then he quickly replied, "Mr. Nowitzki, please rest assured, we have organized professionals to disassemble and analyze the computer, and the conclusions fully prove that the other party's computer is not mysterious."
“We are fully capable of replicating it, and our experts have made a positive assessment that we can make a better computer than theirs in just two years.”
Andrei replied affirmatively, while keeping an eye on the old man's expression.
The old man, however, maintained a calm demeanor throughout.
At this moment, Tradviv, who was to the old man's right, suddenly spoke up, "Two years? Isn't that too long?"
"You know, since the other party has already made a computer, it means that they have research and development capabilities. In two years, they might be able to develop an even better computer."
After saying this, the old man nodded in satisfaction, "That is indeed something worth considering."
"If the other party is also conducting research, will our product, which we release two years later, still be lagging behind?"
Andrei listened in silence.
They wanted to say that the other party didn't have the capability, but the facts were right in front of them: the computer the other party made was something they couldn't make.
At this moment, a third person suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Tradviv, since you say so, you must already have a solution."
Tradvif glanced at the speaker, then said casually, "Of course, Mr. Demerit!"
"The minicomputer we are currently researching will be available next year, and it will surely dominate the world."
As soon as Tradviv finished speaking, Andrei scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, ternary?"
"Are you sure that ingenious design is something an ordinary person could understand?"
"And can you really make it?"
Tradviv was so angry at Andrei's sarcasm that he almost jumped up, but then he heard Demirit say in a serious tone, "While ternary systems certainly have their advantages, their development path is too bumpy."
"Perhaps when we develop our second-generation ternary computer, others will have already reached the fifth generation. How can we catch up?"
Tradvif glared angrily at Demirit, "Then let's catch up slowly. As long as we persevere, we will definitely succeed."
"Great revolutionaries are fearless in the face of difficulties."
"If we can't even withstand this little difficulty, how can we realize the great ideal of the revolution?"
Upon hearing this, Andrei and his companion both turned their heads forward, too lazy to bother with this idiot.
When Tradvik realized that the two men were ignoring him, he quickly turned his attention to the old man in military uniform.
Before he could speak, a row of red lights in the launch center suddenly lit up, instantly filling the control center with tension.
"what happened?"
The three of them stood up at the same time and looked at the commander on the high platform.
Meanwhile, the commander in charge of satellite operations was also covered in cold sweat, and the operators at the front were frantically trying out various instrument buttons.
This moment brought back unpleasant memories for everyone present.
If we fail this time, the consequences will be very serious.
"what happened?"
By this time, the three men had already stepped down from the viewing platform, leaving only the elderly man in military uniform sitting upright.
The commander wiped the cold sweat from his brow, looked at the computer in front of him, and then approached the three men, saying, "The computer miscalculated the satellite's orbit. When the satellite was supposed to change orbit to orbit two, the lead time wasn't sufficient, so it missed the change."
"However, we will make adjustments as soon as possible."
The commander assured him, but Tel Aviv's expression darkened, because the computers here were all provided by their research center.
It uses the latest ternary electronic computer.
"Damn it, couldn't you guys have done a better job?"
Tradvif growled in a low voice, his anger rising again as he saw the mocking expressions on the other two's faces.
The commander also looked completely innocent; he had followed all the rules exactly, and he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
Silence is the best answer.
Tradviv took a deep breath. "How much more time do we need to readjust?"
"At least three hours."
"it is good!"
Tel Aviv had no other choice but to continue waiting.
Ignoring the other two, he turned and left.
Back on the viewing platform, Tradviv briefly explained the situation.
The old man in military uniform didn't even glance at him, but instead looked at Andrei beside him, saying, "Complete the computer research within a year."
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket."
"I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."
Andrei's eyes narrowed into slits with excitement as he nodded repeatedly, assuring them, "Don't worry, we guarantee to complete the mission within a year."
Tradviv clenched his fists, cursing inwardly, still unconvinced.
They will make it within a year.