"Isn't it possible that the higher-ups are placing too much trust in this Comrade Wang?" someone asked cautiously.
This person doesn't know Wang Shouren.
Speaking of which, the Ministry of Metallurgy was one of the few that went to Wang Shouren's provincial department between 1966 and 1976.
It's clear that this group of people wants to get things done.
"That's because you haven't looked into his track record." Someone sighed. "He certainly has the qualifications, but then again, this project..."
Wang Shouren got off the train.
Luo Feng thought he was alone, but little did he know that he was followed by seven or eight old men.
Luo Feng was stunned when he looked over; he even saw one of his teachers from his time at the academy.
He ran over immediately.
"Hello, Professors, Shouren!"
His heart was pounding wildly. He was joking; these seven or eight old men, in a sense, represented the highest level of technology in China today. Oh, he meant iron smelting. They had all arrived here together.
"Well, time is tight and the task is heavy, so let's not waste any more time. Lead the way. Also, bring over those documents about the Japanese. We'll notify them to come over for a discussion the day after tomorrow."
"No, with such a tight schedule, is there enough time?" Luo Feng was somewhat incredulous. That thing, four tons of blueprints, could he really finish reading it in a day?
“Let them go see, I’ll go and meet them,” one of the old men stepped forward.
Luo Feng: ...
Well, never mind what I said. This retired guy has already pulled out all the cash, what else can I say?
As it turned out, the old leader's influence was still considerable. When the old leader appeared in the office, the entire Ministry of Metallurgy fell silent. This continued until Wang Shouren led his men to the archives.
The senior leader looked at the people in the conference room, crossed his arms, and said, "Speak up, ask whatever questions you have now."
"Old boss, what brings you here..."
"I don't want you asking such nonsense. I hope you can ask the questions that are on your minds. If you don't behave well, don't blame us for not setting up the checkpoint here in the end."
The old leader worked here before 1966, and was practically the top leader. Later, he moved to Beijing. Due to some minor incidents, he was unemployed at home. Luckily, he encountered Wang Shouren, a strange man who wanted to take in an old man, and was taken in, thus saving his life. Since he came from this place, he naturally had a certain preference for it.
He also wanted Wang Shouren to stay, but the problem was that this group of people had to cooperate unconditionally.
"Old leader, we trust Comrade Wang's abilities, but when it comes to production..."
The old leader looked around and took a deep breath: "I understand your concerns. You are all involved in production, so you know the issues involved. Among the people who came this time, there are some you know and some you don't. I can tell you that this group of people are the best experts we can find right now, and they have already finalized their initial ideas with Wang Shouren on the train."
At this point, the old leader paused for a moment: "Damn it... The fact that the little devils dared to leave the blueprints behind means they want to tell us that even if they gave us their blueprints, we wouldn't be able to understand them, right?"
"Then...can they understand it?"
"I don't know."
Everyone: ...
They were almost crying. You don't understand, you're just messing with us.
"But I only know one thing: they have confidence, they are our comrades, and we must believe in them!" the old leader said resolutely, and rarely expressed his stance: "I don't like the Japanese, and I don't like Japanese things. Now that we have the ability to make that thing, even if it might fail, I want to try."
Everyone fell silent.
These days, nobody likes Japanese soldiers.
The things the Japanese did are unforgivable to any Chinese person. However, on the other hand, their technology…
"Former leader."
"Alright, alright, I'm not your leader anymore. I'm just a retired old man. I won't get involved in this matter. I'm just telling you my position. If you don't want to, we'll head to the Northeast after this is over. Besides, are you so sure they'll stay? Their plans have always been in the Northeast. If it weren't for the higher-ups asking them to come and talk to the Japanese, they probably wouldn't have come at all."
Regardless of what the old leaders said, risks were certain. At their level, responsibility was secondary. These days, very few officials are irresponsible. Their concern was that if Wang Shouren's plan failed, the delays wouldn't just affect their Ministry of Metallurgy; they would disrupt the entire strategy.
If there is a real delay, these people would be lucky to escape punishment by committing suicide.
The entire conference room fell silent. Someone suggested, "How about we wait until they've negotiated with Ghost... Little Days before we see what happens?"
"That makes sense..."
Everyone offered their suggestions, but no one was truly confident.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
Two days later, on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the representatives of Xiao Rizi Fang arrived.
In fact, it's impossible to say that Xiao Rizi didn't value this cooperation; after all, it's a 380 million US dollar order. This isn't the era of inflation we'll see in later years; the power of 380 million is unimaginable. Moreover, the profit from this order is terrifyingly high. This is because they're confident that no one in China understands these technologies.
They even gave China the blueprints without any hesitation, along with the plans. As long as you can understand them, you can do whatever you want with them.
Junichiro Inushita, accompanied by technician Inuo Oda, swaggered into the Ministry of Metallurgy.
In their view, it was nothing more than the same old talk, asking if the price could be lowered. For Junichiro Inushita, such negotiations were meaningless.
But why is it a different person today?
The person in the main seat had changed to a young man who was looking at him with a half-smile. For some reason, Junichiro Inushita's heart skipped a beat; it was a strange sense of panic.
He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the strange feeling from his mind.
How could a mere backward country possibly understand the technology of an empire? It's all an illusion.
He gave a friendly smile: "I wonder if there is a problem you have come to us with? I, Junichiro Inushita, will do my best to help you solve it."
That smile was utterly harmless, and that voice was incredibly kind and gentle.
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