After taking the document and taking a look at it, the middle-aged man was shocked and quickly picked up the phone on the table to verify the news.
Soon, the call was connected, and the middle-aged man asked hurriedly: "Old Yang, are you serious about the telegram you sent? Have you really developed an advanced torpedo?"
Yang Zhongmin, the political commissar of the military region, had been waiting for a long time. He knew that once the document was sent over, Zhong Weiping would immediately call to confirm.
He said calmly: "Of course it is true. The first batch of test bombs, a total of three torpedoes, all hit and destroyed the target. All the data are better than the MK46."
"We are already rushing to produce the second batch and preparing to load it onto the ships so that the soldiers can get familiar with it first."
Hearing the affirmative answer on the phone, Zhong Weiping was stunned for a moment, and then asked the doubts in his heart.
"But your laboratory has not had any breakthroughs, how come you suddenly have results?"
"Old Yang, you are an old revolutionary, you can't joke about this kind of thing."
Yang Zhongmin laughed angrily.
"Zhong Weiping, who is kidding you about this? Our laboratory has indeed made no progress, but our military district has discovered a talented military family member, and this torpedo was designed by her."
“She designed it all by herself.”
As he spoke, Yang Zhongmin also emphasized that this was the credit of Jiang Yan alone. Zhong Weiping was shocked and then overjoyed.
"Okay, then I will report this matter to my superiors and make the chief happy. I have been very sad recently and there has been no good news at all."
"etc."
Just as Zhong Weiping was about to hang up, Yang Zhongmin spoke again, "Old Zhong, our military region is planning to build its own nuclear submarine or destroyer. Please mention this to me when you report it, and see if the higher-ups can provide some support."
"Ah? You want to build your own nuclear submarines?" Zhong Weiping was shocked again, then frowned and said, "Old Yang, you know the current situation of the country. We don't have enough money to support you."
Yang Zhongmin spoke in a firm tone.
"I understand the country's difficulties, but we only need indicators and we will find our own way in terms of the economy."
"We have built a new feed factory in the Second Regiment of the Military Region with an annual output value of two million and a profit of more than one million. If we expand the scale, it will be no problem to make 10 or 20 million a year."
"Not long ago, our military region established a military pharmaceutical factory. If the drug passes clinical trials and is successfully launched on the market, the annual profit will be at least several hundred million. If it can also earn foreign exchange, hundreds of millions is not impossible."
"It will take several years to build a nuclear submarine with excellent performance. If we tighten our belts and save money, it should be financially sufficient."
"What?"
After hearing what Yang Zhongmin said, Zhong Weiping was confused.
"Why is the feed factory so profitable? What about the military medicine factory? You actually built a military medicine factory yourself?"
"No, when did you make these things?"
The national economy is not good now, so the state allows units at all levels to find ways to make money and develop the economy.
After all, no matter what happens, the enterprises belong to the country, and the ultimate beneficiaries are the country and the people.
Hearing Zhong Weiping's shocking words, Yang Zhongmin smiled complacently, "Don't worry about this. We can find a way to solve the economic problem ourselves. Can you help me ask if you can give me the quota?"
"In addition, we need information related to nuclear submarines and destroyers."
Hearing the tone, Zhong Weiping knew that Yang Zhongmin was serious.
If these two factories can really afford the research, development and construction of a nuclear submarine or destroyer, this would be an impressive achievement.
"Old Yang, sure! You're not asking me to just ask. You came prepared."
"Okay, send the relevant documents over and I'll deliver them for you."
Yang Zhongmin thanked him, "Thank you. I have sent someone to deliver the documents. I will treat you to a meal next time I return to Beijing."
"I'll remember that."
A day later, Zhong Weiping received the documents sent by Yang Zhongmin.
The yellow file bag contained a thick stack of documents.
Zhong Weiping flipped through the pages one by one, reading them carefully, and became more and more frightened the more he read.
The feed factory turns waste into treasure, doubling the country's pork production without consuming grain reserves, and can also drive surrounding villages and towns to make money and become rich.
These drugs from the pharmaceutical factory are not only extremely effective, but also cheaper than Western medicines of the same efficacy, with faster effects and fewer side effects. They can also boost the economy of nearby villages and towns.
What surprised Zhong Weiping even more was the performance of the new torpedo.
What Yang Zhongmin said was still conservative. The performance of this new torpedo is fully capable of dominating this field.
The feed factory, pharmaceutical factory and new torpedo were all created by one person, an 18-year-old girl.
Zhong Weiping was once again shocked by the contents of the document. After reading it several times, he grabbed the documents on the table, put them into the document bag, and walked quickly towards the red house in the distance.
"Leader, the Southeast Military Region just sent me a document that terrified me."
Hearing this, the old man behind the mahogany desk smiled and said, "What kind of document can make you, Wei Ping, tremble with fear?"
Zhong Weiping handed the document over, and the old man took it and read it carefully.
"Great! What a talent!"
After a while, the old man suddenly exclaimed, looked at Zhong Weiping and said with a smile: "Sending the documents over at this time, does the Southeast Military Region have any demands?"
Zhong Weiping answered respectfully.
"They hope that the country can provide some support to develop new nuclear submarines or destroyers, and the person in charge of the development is Comrade Jiang Yan mentioned in the document."
The old man smiled and said, "Please reply to Yang Zhongmin. The quota can be given to them, but the Guo family has no money. We will try our best to satisfy them with non-financial support."
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