"sure!"
Spacey took two cups of hot coffee, walked over and sat down across the sofa, and started communicating with Jiang Tangtang about these issues.
In the following week, Jiang Tangtang read books while digesting the advanced knowledge that Spike said, transforming it in her mind and turning it into her own knowledge.
During this period, she was basically here except for work.
After a week, Spike contacted a state-owned arsenal that needed to buy his machine, so he formally notified Jiang Tangtang to go with him to Xishan No. 1 Machinery Factory to discuss business as a translator.
The advanced machinery brought across the ocean is now lying in the warehouse.
This warehouse was temporarily modified by someone hired by the factory here to make it easier for Spacey to store these machines.
On the day when the leader of the state-owned enterprise came to see the machine, Jiang Tangtang was not at work, so she changed into some formal clothes before coming to Spacey's office.
Spacey was also very satisfied with her working attitude.
People from the state-owned enterprise drove to pick them up and took them to the warehouse.
When the people on the other side saw Jiang Tangtang, who turned out to be a beautiful female translator, they thought it was an accident. After all, such a situation had never happened before.
However, this does not affect their communication.
Spacey said something, and Jiang Tangtang translated it accurately. If they came across some proprietary words that were not translated in China, Jiang Tangtang would explain them so that both parties could understand each other.
As they were talking, they came to the warehouse where the machines were placed.
This is a relatively old machine. There are no traces of machine polishing on its smooth surface. After all, it has been widely used abroad, but it is still rare in China.
When I pushed open the door, the smell of engine oil and dust hit me in the face. It was obvious that this machine was not brand new. It must have been used there before and then I brought it here.
The two leaders, four technical backbones and three young technicians of Xishan No. 1 Machinery Manufacturing Plant were all wearing blue Zhongshan suits.
The technicians were all holding notebooks and pencils, their expressions very serious, following Spacey, who was wearing a suit and tie. Every time a key point was mentioned, the technicians would bury their heads in writing it down, not missing a single detail.
Fortunately, Jiang Tangtang is also very considerate. If she notices that the technicians are confused, she will translate a few more sentences to make it easier for others to understand.
After talking for a while, Spacey felt dry in the mouth. He opened his cup, took a sip of water, then plugged in the machine and started demonstrating it to everyone.
"Look, just press this button and then inject the material from this position, and you can produce bullets continuously."
"Let me tell you, the bullets produced by our MN4.0 lathe are one tenth more efficient than those produced by your domestic machines. As long as we have it, efficiency is not a problem!"
After the machine was plugged in, the smell of engine oil became stronger and a loud roar came to her ears, but Jiang Tangtang didn't care about it. She stared at the machine and translated while feeling extremely shocked.
I didn't expect that machines abroad have advanced to this extent. They are so advanced. It seems that her decision to study mechanical manufacturing was right.
After looking at the machines, they came out of the warehouse, took a car to the factory, and went directly to the conference room.
In the middle of the venue, there is a long square conference table.
The table was covered with a blue lace tablecloth and a few enamel cups were placed on it. Both sides were whispering to each other, but no one spoke loudly.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a clean-shaven blue Mao suit stood up, cleared his throat, and spoke in Mandarin with a slight accent, breaking the silence in the meeting room.
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