174: Chapter 174 A Dream Extinguished

Zheng Yi came and went quickly, staying for only about ten minutes in total.

However, the spectacular sight of the two military helicopters appearing still left the employees of Chengdong Machinery Factory, who hadn't really seen helicopters before, in awe.

Those were heavy military helicopters! You wouldn't see them at all unless you were in the military, right? Even if you did see them, they were usually flying far away in the sky; when had they ever been this close?

And that female soldier—tsk tsk, wasn't she just too cool?

As expected, all the good-looking ones are turned over to the state.

The young male employees sighed, their aesthetic standards raised even further, which made some female employees secretly feel dejected.

As for the Middle-aged man, he let out a deep breath, his heart finally settling back into his chest.

He was now absolutely certain that what this young boss had asked them to make yesterday was indeed a gun, and not just some small gun, but new equipment that the military placed great importance on.

If they didn't value it even a little, they wouldn't have sent two aircraft to pick up the cargo.

He looked at his own hands, unable to believe it—that his hands would actually have a day where they contributed to national defense?

This was truly... incredible.

He would have something to brag about to his daughter in the future.

Heh heh... just wonder when this Weapon will be announced?

Hopefully on CCTV, so he could point at that guessed Weapon and show off to his daughter, "This gun was made by your old man! It's the real deal!"

"President Wang, what are your plans next?"

Lin Junfeng's tone was much more respectful.

Although he had previously kept his status low, he was, after all, someone who had been a boss and commanded the operation of a company worth over a hundred million; how could he adapt to his new role so quickly?

It was just that Wang Shuo didn't care about these things; otherwise, he would have noticed sooner or later.

But the appearance of Zheng Yi gave Lin Junfeng a deeper understanding of Wang Shuo.

Damn it, someone had actually started doing arms business on Chinese soil!

And the client was the regular army!

Wasn't this the kind of treatment reserved only for large military factories and state-owned weapon and equipment research companies?

Since when did private enterprises start participating in the manufacturing of key equipment?

Moreover, the appearance of the helicopters and that officer made Lin Junfeng realize two things.

First, this batch of firearms was very important and urgently needed by the relevant troops. This was a guess based on the series of mobilization orders Wang Shuo had issued from yesterday to today, and the appearance of the helicopters confirmed it.

Second, Wang Shuo was very familiar with that female officer, very familiar. The expression and gestures during their conversation were not the feeling between two strangers.

These guesses made Lin Junfeng's heart surge with excitement.

He hadn't followed the wrong person.

The young boss before him had more power than he had imagined.

He had previously thought that this person was already impressive enough to climb the high branch of the Chen Group and get them to act as a backer. Now, something even more incredible had happened: Wang Shuo had roped in the military. Whether it was certain military factions or the entire military, this was inconceivable.

If selling his company to Wang Shuo before was due to pressure from shareholders, a desire for revenge, and a yearning for technology, then now, there was one more reason: confidence in the future!

"Two things." Wang Shuo turned back, looked at the many employees at the factory entrance, and said, "First, announce security measures and tell them not to talk nonsense when they go out."

Wang Shuo actually wasn't worried about the security issue at all; not to mention that the chance of leakage was small, even if it did leak, he had measures to deal with it.

But unfortunately, the commotion this time was too big, so he still had to have an attitude; otherwise, if he let these employees go back and chat about everything, it would eventually be troublesome.

"The second thing, tell Factory Director Yu that starting now, we are on vacation!"

"Two days off!"

Lin Junfeng was slightly stunned: "Chengdong Company is also taking a break?"

"Of course." Wang Shuo looked at him strangely: "We worked overtime together, so of course we should take a break together."

The news of the holiday quickly spread throughout the entire Chengdong Machinery Factory.

The workers quickly recovered from the shock of the helicopters' arrival, happily packed their things, and left the factory area using various means of transportation.

The cheerful atmosphere was just like the New Year.

But the Middle-aged man did not leave with them; instead, he came to the front of the factory director's office.

But just as he arrived at the factory director's office, he was stunned. He saw that the door to the office was already crowded with his colleagues, and he wasn't even the earliest one there.

"Yo... Old Yang, why are you just getting here?"

A colleague said with a chuckle: "I thought you would be here earlier than me from the drilling machine group."

"What are you guys..." Old Yang feigned confusion.

"Don't pretend with me." The colleague glared at him: "That 'Mark I System' version 2.0, you've used it for a whole night; I don't believe you aren't tempted?"

Well, it seems there are quite a few people with the same thoughts as him.

Old Yang smiled bitterly: "I admit I'm tempted, but Old Zhang, what are you here for? Can the Mark I System also be used on your drilling machine?"

"This..." Old Zhang stammered and didn't speak.

"You wouldn't be..." Old Yang's expression was strange: "Wanting that kind of round steel material, right?"

Old Zhang gave a sheepish smile and didn't speak.

"It really is?" Old Yang raised his eyebrows: "Old Zhang, don't be stupid. You saw the situation today; this thing isn't something you can touch."

He knew Old Zhang was a material fanatic, but he didn't expect him to be crazy to this extent.

Based on today's situation, no matter what this material was, it wasn't something they could get their hands on.

"I know." Old Zhang nodded: "I just saw something I liked and wanted to ask about it; it doesn't hurt anyway."

Looking at Old Zhang's appearance, Old Yang shook his head helplessly. This guy's expression had already betrayed him. "Just ask about it"? Who would believe that?

It's not like you, Old Zhang, don't have a record.

"Old Zhang." The Middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Is this material really that strong?"

"Strong, how could it not be?" Old Zhang also whispered: "If it weren't strong, how could it be used to machine gun barrels?"

"If I could get this steel, I have confidence that I could improve the precision of our Machining Center by another two microns."

The Middle-aged man gasped, his eyes full of shock: "Really?"

Old Zhang nodded affirmatively.

The Middle-aged man pursed his lips and ultimately didn't say anything.

He finally understood why Old Zhang was so crazy.

Two microns is 0.002 mm.

The Machining Center produced by the factory already had a precision of 0.008 mm, and the better ones could reach 0.006 mm. If it improved by another two microns, that would be 0.004 mm.

This precision had already stepped into the world's first tier. Generally speaking, this was the domain of wire cutting and seven-axis or higher Machining Centers.

And the person who achieved this result would inevitably be recorded in the annals of industrial modernization.

This was a huge honor; if it were him, he would also be tempted!

In this life, if you don't seek fame or fortune, what's the point of living?

But thinking back to the helicopters that had just flown away and those soldiers, the Middle-aged man felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and he suddenly came to his senses.

He looked sympathetically at the somewhat excited Old Zhang before him; this dream of his to go down in history would ultimately have to be missed.

This kind of thing, the state would not allow it to flow into the private sector.

The thought he had just raised would also be ruthlessly extinguished by reality.

Just as the Middle-aged man wanted to offer some comfort, the factory director's door opened.

"Old Zhang, Old Yang, you two come in."

"Everyone else, wait here."