Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

Tan Zhenhua had just returned to her room after dinner. He heard a knock on the door and opened the door. Pan Shuisheng and Zheng Xiangqing were here.

Zheng Xiangqing has cleaned up, and it looks a little pleasing to the eye: after washing his face, the black green on his face is also a little lighter, and the lights are dim and you can't see it; the twisted temples are probably from the Pan Shuisheng group. I twisted it back again, but unfortunately the lens is still missing and a big hole is empty. This can only be found in the daytime tomorrow. Both sleeves of the shirt have been twisted and turned into short sleeves. This is probably Liu Not to mention Mei's handwriting, it looks pretty good, just like the original one; with a pair of semi-old green rubber shoes on his feet, I don’t know which old shoe worn by the Pan family, although it is obviously not fit. , But, at least it didn't look so embarrassed; the big baggage wrapped in the sheets was still firmly carried in his hands.

Greeting these two to come in, Tan Zhenhua smiled and asked, "Mr. Zheng, what's the matter with you?"

Zheng Xiangqing said gloomily, "I know that there have been a lot of unlucky things recently. Drinking cold water is also stuffing my teeth. Since Wenzhou has been like this, everything is not going well. No, when I got off the train in Ningdu, I ran into a thief. , The thief touched my waist while I was squeezing the bus, and took out my wallet. There were more than 100 yuan in it! I found out and got out of the car to chase after him, but I was holding it like this How can I catch up with the big baggage? As a result, I accidentally fell, and even lost one of my shoes. That's how it happened and made you laugh."

He didn't dare to say that because he had been trying to block other people's beautiful little secretaries recently, he wore three-section scalp shoes brightly every day, but can he run fast with those shoes?

Tan Zhenhua comforted: "I often float around in the rivers and lakes. How can I not get the knife. It's fine if you can catch up with the thief. If you can catch up with the thief, that's not necessarily a good thing. What if he carries a murder weapon?"

Zheng Xiangqing sighed and said: "That's right, ah, forget it, anyway, people are fine, it’s okay if you don’t lose the key things. If you lose some money, lose some money, just treat it as a disaster. I have lost a lot of money recently, no It’s a little too close, but fortunately I was careful. I stuffed 100 yuan in the pocket of my shorts, or I didn’t even have the toll.” After that, he put down his baggage, opened it, and said, “Zhenhua, last time I promised The shell of your TV set is brought to you this time, and I also brought the first mini fan in this trial production. Take a look."

Tan Zhenhua first took a look at the TV case, nodded in satisfaction, and said "nice and good", then took the fan, the blades of the fan are scattered, he went to find a screwdriver, just thinking about himself When he did it, Pan Shuisheng slapped him to the side and listened to him saying, "Where is I, it's your turn to do it."

Seeing that Pan Shuisheng was flying like flying, he installed the fan in three or two, then looked around, pulled a bamboo pole for drying clothes, hung up the fan, found a power plug, and connected it. When you press the switch, the little fan will "whoop" to spin.

Pan Shuisheng tried it under the fan and praised: "It's not bad, the wind is really comfortable, not too big or too small, it's just right to blow alone, it's a good thing."

Zheng Xiangqing said: "When I was in Liushi, when I made this little guy, I hung it in a mosquito net and blew it all night. It was so comfortable. I think this little guy can sell well!"

Tan Zhenhua proudly said: "That is, and it doesn't depend on whose idea it is."

Pan Shuisheng tilted his head, pondered for a long time, and said, "It's good, but it's still a bit inconvenient. So, if there is a shelf, it can be hung directly on the head of the bed."

Zheng Xiangqing said: "Then Master Pan will get you a shelf. He said it was okay in advance, but don't let me open the mold again. The two sets of molds cost me 13 thousand, which is too expensive."

Pan Shuisheng smiled and said, "What kind of mold do you want? Tomorrow I will go to the unit to find you a thin tube of scrap aluminum alloy, and find a corner, just make it casually. You can bring it back and find someone to do it."

Tan Zhenhua smiled and said, "This is Master Pan’s craftsmanship. I don’t care about it. You two will discuss it. By the way, Mr. Zheng, you come to Ningdu this time, not just to send us the shell and samples. ?"

Zheng Xiangqing replied: "Zhenhua, don't call me Mr. Zheng. In front of you, I really don't dare to be a general word. You can call me Xiang Qing. This time I'm here to report to you about the Canton Fair exhibition badge. , I'm sorry everyone, I didn't manage this matter."

Then, he went back to Wenzhou, one by one, one by one, and he took out the reply letter from the Light Industry Bureau and showed them to the two of them, and only ignored himself. Blocking other people’s beautiful little secretaries at the door of other people’s factories—that can’t be said, at least not now.

This speech lasted more than an hour. Tan Zhenhua and Pan Shuisheng had been listening carefully until Zheng Xiangqing said it was dry, and finally explained the whole story.

After listening to Zheng Xiangqing's experience in Wenzhou, Tan Zhenhua tilted his head and asked for a while: "So, we only have two places to visit?"

Zheng Xiangqing nodded.

"This is not in line with the original plan. It seems that we must think of another countermeasure."

Zheng Xiangqing said bitterly, "Zhenhua, I know I didn't manage this matter, but I really tried my best."

Tan Zhenhua smiled and comforted: "It's okay. Listening to what you said, you really did your best. But the so-called planning depends on people and things. The problems you are encountering now are rooted in your leaders in Zhejiang and Hai Province. The matter of assigning people is qualitative. If this is uncertain, you can’t stand openly. Everyone is afraid that if they step on the wrong point, they will be dead in the officialdom. But this is nothing, we can’t send people there. Visit? That's enough."

He paused and continued: "Actually, I have thought about the possibility of this situation a long time ago. To say that the current result is much better than the worst situation I expected. I can give you a visit card to show that Zhejiang There are still voices in the province that support you. If our product can be sold at the Canton Fair, it will be the greatest support to those who support you. This is mutual. In fact, according to my original assumptions, the worst outcome The plan, even if you don’t even have this visiting card, that’s fine."

When Zheng Xiangqing heard this, there is a drama. People who dare to encounter these problems have long been thinking about them, and even the countermeasures have been planned for a long time. This is the legendary "strategic planning", right? He hurriedly asked: "Listening to what you said, Zhenhua, do you have a way? To tell you the truth, since I heard about this situation, I have never thought about it. If you have an idea, you can quickly tell me that How to do?"

Tan Zhenhua did not answer directly. He turned to Pan Shuisheng and asked, "Uncle Pan, can you borrow lead-acid batteries from your work unit?"

Pan Shuisheng was a little confused by the second monk when he was asked. He was stunned for a moment and said: I can definitely borrow it. This is not a controlled material. There are so many things in the warehouse. "

"Well, Master Pan has worked hard. I will borrow 6 sets of lead-acid battery packs tomorrow, preferably new ones. I will do an experiment."

"Okay, no problem, leave this to me, but what experiment do you want that thing to do?"

Zheng Xiangqing said anxiously: "Zhenhua, you don't want to sell it. Is there any way to say it quickly, but I'm so worried."

Tan Zhenhua smiled slightly, picked up a pu fan on the table, and while shaking it gently, he said, "Don't worry, the two seniors, the mountain people have their own clever plans, and we will see the difference tomorrow night." What I thought in my heart was, it would be nice to be able to change the goose feather fan, this is forcing, I give myself full marks.

Regardless of how Pan and Zheng questioned them, Tan Zhenhua didn't say anything about it. He only said that he would come back the next night, and he would know if it would work. The two couldn't, so they had to leave and go out.

Zheng Xiangqing has recently lost his fortune, so he didn't look for a small hotel at all. Anyway, in Pan Xiaobao's room, Erbao's bed was always empty, so he simply squeezed with Pan Xiaobao. As for the rumors that Pan Xiaobao has a pair of sweaty feet and grinds his teeth while sleeping, will these affect Zheng Xiangqing's sleep? It is not Tan Zhenhua's concern.

These two left, but Tan Zhenhua was busy. He hummed a little song and pulled out a large canvas box from the bed, which was his treasure chest, and then began to work.

I saw that he opened the box, first turned out a small transformer, found a multimeter and tested it, nodded with satisfaction, then turned out a yellowish drawing, and then, facing the drawing He started looking for the corresponding parts one by one, and when the parts were all found, he took out a small piece of circuit board covered with copper on one side, opened a small pot in the treasure chest, and then found a duckbill pen and dipped the small pot. The shellac solution inside began to draw lines on the copper skin.

After the lines were drawn, he carefully put the circuit board aside, found a glass jar, and poured some yellow-green crystals in it-that was ferric chloride, which was still begging for him and his chemistry teacher. Bai Lai is coming, this thing is not easy to handle, it is one of his treasures. Then, he poured some boiled water from his teacup, mixed it with a small pot of ferric chloride solution, and then carefully put in the circuit board that had just been drawn.

After waiting for about half an hour, he saw that the parts of the circuit board in the jar that were not covered by the shellac solution had been corroded, so he found a pair of tweezers to carefully clamp the circuit board out of the jar, and he looked at it. Nodded in satisfaction with the corrosion of the circuit board, clamped it with a clamp, opened the door, and ran all the way to the water room. Turned on the faucet to rinse off the residual liquid on the circuit board, and ran back quickly and found a dry rag. Wipe the circuit board dry.

Next came the fine work. He picked up his hand drill and began to drill holes one by one according to the welding position on the drawing. After all the holes were drilled, he found a small hollow electric welding rivet, and used a small hammer carefully. Smash the hollow rivets into the circuit board one by one.

After finishing the hollow rivets, he first plugged in the electric soldering iron to start preheating, and then found a piece of fine sandpaper, and polished the head of each hollow rivet to a shiny metallic luster. At this time, the soldering iron was also hot. , He applied rosin and solder to the hollow rivets one by one. After all the hollow rivets had eaten the solder, he began to solder the components found in advance to the circuit board one by one according to the circuit diagram.

Ningdu’s night in mid-September was still a bit hot and dry. Tan Zhenhua worked hard, with thin beads of sweat covering his forehead, but he seemed to feel nothing.

After the last part was welded, he pulled out a boxy soap box from his treasure chest, put the board and transformer in it, hey, it's not too big, it's really good! ——In other words, this soap box is really a good thing. Many of Tan Zhenhua's works use soap box as the outer shell.

He packed the treasure chest and looked up at the alarm clock on the desk-the clock had passed 12 o'clock, and a new day had quietly arrived.

"End of work!" He whispered to himself, and then stretched a big lazy waist contentedly, climbed into his crib, and fell asleep.