Feng Xiaochen thanked Professor Li, and then asked Zhang Haiju about the procedures for going to the Coal Research Institute to check the information. First of all, he needs to write an application, and then Zhang Haiju provides proof that there is no such information in the data room of the Metallurgical Bureau, and then, he needs to find the competent leader to sign, and finally he can open a letter of introduction in the office to the Coal Research Institute.www.biquge.info As for whether there are any regulations such as borrowing permissions on the other side, it is unknown, and in the era when there was no Internet, the rules and regulations could only be found on the spot.

Feng Xiaochen made up his mind to find this magazine, so he began to go through the formalities. After he arrived at the Metallurgical Bureau, he was not assigned specific work, but he was temporarily hung up in the administrative department, but the administrative office refused to provide him with a certificate, because the matter of checking the information was arranged by Luo Xiangfei, and the administrative office did not know the specific details. In desperation, Feng Xiaochen could only call Tian Wenjian in the office of the Metallurgical Bureau and ask Tian Wenjian to give him this certificate.

"Are you going to the Coal Research Institute to check the information?" Tian Wenjian said in surprise.

Feng Xiaochen said that there was no journal in the Metallurgical Bureau's data room, Tian Wenjian hesitated for a moment, and then asked Feng Xiaochen to hand over the telephone receiver to Liu Yanping, the director of the office, and confirmed to him that Luo Xiangfei had indeed arranged such a job for Feng Xiaochen. When Liu Yanping got this reply, she arranged for her subordinates to issue a letter of introduction to Feng Xiaochen, and repeatedly told him to obey the management of the other party when he went to his brother unit, and not to talk nonsense, so as not to affect the relationship between the units.

The compound of the Metallurgical Bureau is located in the northwest suburbs of Beijing, but the Coal Research Institute is located in the southwest suburbs of Beijing, and there is a distance of more than ten kilometers between the two. In the afterlife, this distance is nothing, and it is not too much trouble to drive there or take the subway. But at that time, both places were urban-rural areas, with few residents around, and there were few and fewer buses. Feng Xiaochen took the map, changed trains three times in a row, and tossed for nearly two hours before he came to his destination.

"You're from the Metallurgical Bureau? You're here to check the information, and it's in English?"

Wang Yaru, the data clerk in the data room of the Coal Research Institute, looked at Feng Xiaochen's letter of introduction up and down, checked his work card several times, and still asked with a somewhat distrustful tone. It's really that Feng Xiaochen's age is too young, and the employees of this age in the agency are basically handymen, and I have never heard that a person who can check English information can be so young.

After finally coping with Wang Yaru's interrogation, Wang Yaru entered the library and took out the journal that Feng Xiaochen wanted, and while handing it to Feng Xiaochen, he said solemnly: "This is foreign material, it is very expensive, you can only copy it, you can't paint on it, and you can't secretly cut out the content inside, understand?"

“…… All right. Feng Xiaochen wanted to argue a few words, showing that he was not a stunned young man without culture, but thinking of Liu Yanping's advice to him, he endured it. Anyway, he just came to see the information, and it took him half a day at most to read it, so why bother arguing with the other party for this kind of tongue?

"Little classmate, what are you copying these things for, are you a college student studying coal mining machinery?"

Feng Xiaochen was excerpting the relevant content from the journal when a voice sounded beside him. Feng Xiaochen turned his head to look, only to see a kind eyebrow and gray-haired little old man standing behind him, tilting his head to look at the content he copied, and asking him with a smile.

Feng Xiaochen hurriedly stood up and said humbly: "Hello, teacher, I am not a college student, I am from the Metallurgical Bureau of the Economic Commission, and I came to us to check some information." ”

Feng Xiaochen didn't know who the other party was, anyway, with his age, it was always right to call someone a teacher when he saw him. The old man didn't mind Feng Xiaochen's title, he waved his hand, motioned for Feng Xiaochen to sit down and speak, and then sat next to Feng Xiaochen, picked up the journal that Feng Xiaochen had just read, and asked while flipping through it: "Can you understand these materials?"

"Let's even guess it, read it a few more times and you'll understand. Feng Xiaochen said in a low-key manner.

"I'll look at the notes you took. The old man stretched out his hand to Feng Xiaochen again, with some undoubted domineering in his tone.

Feng Xiaochen has nothing to do with this kind of old man, they are generally a bit of a status when they get into this old man, or they are leaders in the unit, or academic authorities. They asked to see Feng Xiaochen's notes, but Feng Xiaochen dared to refuse. Fortunately, there is nothing on this note that cannot be seen, and if the other party wants to read it, he will look at it.

"Electro-hydraulic drive, rack pushing, cryogenic starting...... Well, there is still a bit of discipline, and it can be seen that you have brought your own mind to check the information. The old man looked at the contents of Feng Xiaochen's record and praised him in a superior tone.

"You've won a prize. Feng Xiaochen said, he couldn't figure out the identity of the other party, and seeing what the other party meant, it didn't seem that he planned to reveal his identity to him, so it was inconvenient for him to ask. The other party put on the appearance of a leader and commented on his work, and he didn't seem to be able to say anything more than show his modesty.

"Hey, what do you mean by putting a question mark here?" the old man watched, and finally found something wrong.

Feng Xiaochen probed over, it turned out to be an overview of the development of mining machinery by several domestic units that he had sorted out, and there was a question mark next to it, which was drawn when he copied the information, and was targeted by the old man. Feng Xiaochen took a closer look, and found that the one he drew a question mark happened to be the 25 cubic meter mining excavator project that several companies under the Ministry of Coal were developing.

"Actually, it's not interesting, uh, but there are still questions about some of them. Feng Xiaochen said perfunctorily, there is nothing more embarrassing than the commentator behind him being caught red-handed by the victim, when Feng Xiaochen copied this information, he was still in the data room of the Metallurgical Bureau, and it was harmless for him to doubt the work of the Ministry of Coal. But now that he is in the Coal Research Institute, this is equivalent to being arrested.

The old man was obviously not such a foolish person, he shook his head and said, "No, you don't have doubts, you have opinions. Let's talk about it, what's wrong with this 25 cubic meter mining excavator project?"

"Well, it's really hard to say. Feng Xiaochen stood up.

"What's not to say?" The old man raised his eyebrows, and his kind image immediately became a judge, it seemed that if Feng Xiaochen refused to explain honestly, he would call out the little ghost for Feng Xiaochen to taste.

Feng Xiaochen originally planned to calm things down, not wanting to offend the old man, but seeing that the old man looked unforgiving, Feng Xiaochen also let go. Anyway, his idea is reasonable, and it can't be slandered, even if he says it and upsets the old man, what can he do?

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaochen smiled faintly and said: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that I think this project is too much of a pat on the head, or to be more direct, it's just a leadership project, and it doesn't make any sense." ”

The so-called leadership project refers to the project proposed by some leaders on a whim. For example, when a leader arrives at the company, he says that your company has such a strong strength and should engage in automobiles, but the enterprise really starts to engage in automobiles in order to make sycophants, and this kind of project is called a leadership project. Leadership projects generally lack detailed arguments, are purely designed to make the leader happy, so they do not hesitate to work hard, and often end in failure.

In the system, to say that a project is a leadership project is actually derogatory. Feng Xiaochen said that this project was a leadership project, which was a hard offense.

Sure enough, the old man's face turned black at once, he grinned, and said coldly: "What a big breath, tell me, how is this the leadership project? If you can't say that you can't be ugly, don't think about leaving today, I'll take care of your dinner." ”

The so-called management of dinner, and the later generations said "drinking tea" may be the same usage, that is, to be beaten and beaten. The old man didn't want to trouble Feng Xiaochen because he couldn't listen to different opinions, but he felt that Feng Xiaochen was talking wildly at a young age, which did not meet the requirements of the work of the agency, and he wanted to use this reason to educate him in order to help him become more mature.

Since Feng Xiaochen dared to say it, he naturally had confidence. He pushed away the English journal in front of him, flipped the notebook to a blank page, and began to draw a drawing of a mining excavator with a pen, ready to show the old man a picture and talk about the problem of this machine.

The old man didn't understand what Feng Xiaochen meant at first, and after watching him draw a few strokes, he waved his hand to stop, and then turned to Wang Yaru and shouted, "Xiao Wang, you go and get a sketch of MT25, I'll be useful." ”

Wang Yaru, who had picked and chose Feng Xiaochen before, didn't even stumble at all, so she ran to find a sketch and respectfully handed it to the old man. She wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old man's eyes, obviously the old man didn't want Feng Xiaochen to know his true identity, as for the purpose to avoid Feng Xiaochen being afraid, or disdain to tell Feng Xiaochen, Feng Xiaochen didn't know.

Could it be that the director of the research institute? Or is it the chief engineer? This 25 cubic meter excavator numbered MT25 may have been designed by the old man, and if he can't say something to convince the old man today, this dinner is estimated to have to be eaten in the research institute, but this meal is delicious and not digestible, and it may affect the relationship between brother units as Liu Yanping warned.

Forget it, don't think about anything clumsy, take out some real skills to bluff the old man first, and then talk about the rest of the matter.

Feng Xiaochen thought in his heart.