Zhang Mingyuan was about to hang up the phone.

"Phone calls are expensive, you know."

Wasting national resources...

"Don't hang up, Dean Zhang, I have something else to discuss. I heard you guys have come up with something great? Why don't you let our Red Star Machinery Factory manufacture it together?"

Zhang Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he became somewhat wary: "Who told you that?"

"Can I say that? Never mind that for now. I just want to ask you, can you give those blueprints to our machine factory?"

Liu Zhenshan did indeed want it. He had heard that it was going to be handed over to the capital.

Such a large piece of meat, handing it over to someone else, Liu Zhenshan, although he also has some national production lines, he wants to create something new.

Zhang Mingyuan was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Old Liu, we've known each other for so many years. Let me be frank, this won't work for me. It's already been decided by the higher-ups."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhenshan had no choice but to give up.

The wind outside the window blows away the leaves, letting them be swept away by the wind and fall outside Mingzhao's window.

At this moment, Mingzhao was assembling the materials he had received.

Another sleepless night.

The next day, Mingzhao submitted the drawings for the new milling machine to Liu Zhenshan.

Liu Zhenshan glanced at it twice, and then looked at the finely hand-drawn lines with great admiration.

The horizontal and vertical lines look as if they were drawn with a ruler.

Then he called Wang Dachui over and handed him the blueprints.

"You're in charge of this part. Can you do it?"

Looking at the milling machine, Wang Dachui felt as if he were in a dream. A surge of boundless pride welled up within him.

Dry!