Chapter 42 Do you think you can think so beautifully just because you are not beautiful enough?



Seeing that she was unhappy about giving it back to him again, Jun Jing said, "I have some change on me. Take these. From now on, I will give you my monthly allowance and the money from my mission." Jun Jing put the money back into Bai Lu's hand, patted it gently, and felt a sense of accomplishment.

Then keep riding.

Bai Lu pursed her lips and said nothing, and ultimately did not tell Jun Jing that it was counterfeit money.

The system is a bit stupid, it even allows counterfeit money to be deposited...!

It seems that counterfeit money from this period can be mistaken for real money! In that case, let's just leave it at that. I'd better not tell Jun Jing about it...

The two went to the Military Industry Department.

The Military Industry Department was located in a large factory building without any partitions. There were two to five people busy working near each machine. Because there were not many windows in the factory building, all the light came from the light bulbs on the top. The large number of incandescent lamps made it a lot warmer inside.

Bai Lu looked at the tools in their hands and some parts on the ground, her eyes glowing green. This one can be used, and that one can be used too...

When she saw the copper sheet, she lost interest in the 300-meter electric wire. It had to be melted, purified, and then beaten into copper sheet. How could it be useful when it was ready?

Beside the piles of copper sheets, a worker was testing a component. However, there was a small problem with the circuit of the component in the worker's hand. "Don't connect it, it will short-circuit and trip the circuit breaker."

The worker looked up and saw that it was an underage girl. He ignored her and didn't know what she meant by "the circuit breaker had tripped", so he plugged in the power.

The part swung back and forth a few times.

Then.

All the lights on the ceiling went out, and the factory fell into darkness.

"See, I told you that connecting that power would cause a short circuit and trip the power, but you didn't believe it." Bai Lu shook her head.

"Who did this wicked thing!" Zhao Jianjun came out of the office and stood at the door roaring in a bad temper. He was studying the pistol drawings with great concentration when the lights went out.

The worker ran over awkwardly and saluted, "Reporting to Engineer Zhao! I did it!"

"You again! Are you here to claim your award? Go fix the meter!" Zhao Jianjun was furious. He had had enough of this researcher! This attempt, this failure!

Jun Jing took Bai Lu to the office door.

Bai Lu sneered, "If you don't listen to the old man, the power outage will happen before your eyes."

The worker thought the young girl must have been fooling around, so she insisted, "I've done it many times, and this one is perfect!"

Bai Lu shook her head, thinking that this man was hopeless. She just wanted to come and get what she wanted and didn't want to cause any trouble.

Zhao Jianjun was already getting nervous, "I asked you to go fix the electric meter! Who told you to quarrel with the girl here!" Then he went back to the office, lit the kerosene lamp, and continued to study his drawings.

The worker glanced at Bai Lu and left embarrassedly.

Bai Lu also pouted and followed Jun Jing into Zhao Jianjun's office.

After staying in the darkness for a while, the light finally came.

The surroundings became quiet again, and everyone in the factory continued their research.

"In places where military tests are conducted, the circuits should be separated, and each group of researchers should be given a set of circuits. Then a circuit breaker should be installed on each group's circuit. This will solve the problem of errors in a single group's tests affecting the work of others. Otherwise, if there is a short circuit during the same test, it is very likely that the other things being tested will be damaged and burn out at the same time." Bai Lu suggested.

Zhao Jianjun, immersed in studying the blueprints, was interrupted by Bai Lu's words. He frowned and looked up, adjusting his glasses. After seeing a little girl, he asked unhappily, "Where are you from?"

"I walked in through the door." Bai Lu replied.

Zhao Jianjun choked. He was so focused just now that he didn't even notice someone followed him in?

"I brought it." Jun Jing sat at the table calmly for a while.

Zhao Jianjun was stunned when he realized there was another person. Jun Jing? This girl was the one who drew the pistol blueprints. Jun Jing's wife!

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were bringing people here..." There was a hint of complaint in his tone, mixed with some barely concealed excitement. Before Jun Jing could reply, Zhao Jianjun had already turned his head and looked at Bai Lu again. He then picked up the picture on the table and held it in front of Bai Lu, "Did you draw this?"

Bai Lu didn't take the rudeness of this middle-aged man in his forties seriously. It was normal for researchers to not understand the ways of the world, but why did this man change his expression faster than her?

She nodded slightly.

"Can it be done?" Zhao Jianjun asked eagerly.

"No." Direct rejection.

"Then if you draw it, won't people be jealous?" Zhao Jianjun's eyes fell on the drawing again, and his expression was full of regret.

Bai Lu drew this picture in preparation for its completion, but there were too many materials to prepare, and even with the whole country's efforts, it would take at least half a month.

However, she once controlled the global economy on Blue Star. Now, in this small military industrial complex, if she wanted to take things and get what she wanted, she naturally had to calculate her gains and losses. While she was making this gun, she could also get the materials she wanted and return her poor life to the era of smart appliances, or at least semi-smart appliances...

She stared at Zhao Jianjun and explained the reasons why it couldn't be made immediately. "The current steel isn't hard enough, and the density and hardness of the machine for cutting parts isn't high enough. Also, some parts of this gun require alloys, and we need to make templates to press the parts..."

Zhao Jianjun was stunned by what he heard, and finally concluded, "You mean, if you want to make this gun, it's equivalent to needing a new set of equipment and a factory."

"almost."

"You also know about alloy research and development?" Zhao Jianjun was suspicious and looked at the little girl in front of him again. She looked like an underage girl.

"Since I've drawn the diagram, I naturally need to consider what materials each part in the diagram should be made of. These things can't be learned from books, but have you heard of brain calculation? It simulates the synthesis of various materials in the brain and the results of refining them by heating them at different temperatures. You need to try it, I just need to do the calculations."

It was impossible for these people to ask her to work for free. Before the pistol was made, she had to at least take away all the materials she needed from here...

Zhao Jianjun roughly pondered Bai Lu's meaning. Was it that instead of conducting actual experiments, he could repeat the experiment countless times in his brain and then obtain the final experimental results?

He found it incredible, but with Comrade Bai Lu's photographic memory laying the groundwork, what else could be impossible? Moreover, all he wanted was a result—a final result that would allow him to manufacture a pistol!

"Make me a list of what you need specifically, and I'll report and prepare the materials." Zhao Jianjun took a piece of paper and pen from the table and pushed them to Bai Lu.

"Why? Do you think you can imagine something beautiful just because you are not beautiful enough?" Bai Lu frowned. He still wanted to deceive her?

"Being able to make good weapons is the common ideal of our South Island Military Industry Department and Research Institute!" Zhao Jianjun said, clenching his fist in front of his chest, with a burst of energy like chicken blood, thinking that this could infect Bai Lu.

Bai Lu's eyes were clear, as if she was ignorant of the world. "That's your ideal. My ideal is to eat well, drink well, sleep well and lie down."

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