The next day was Sunday, Lu Jiadong, who was located in the room of the Second Guest House of the General Staff, did not get up on time as usual, after all, it was a rare rest day, not to mention that he stayed up late last night, and the "bed-lying" disease developed in later generations recurred again, so until half past nine in the morning, Comrade Lu Jiadong was still lying on his back on the bed and falling asleep, until his belly began to "coo~~" in protest, and the strong hunger spread throughout his body, Lu Jiadong reluctantly opened his eyes and slowly got up from the bed.

I wanted to put on my clothes and go to the canteen of the guest house to eat something, but when he picked up the watch on the table and looked at the time, he immediately dispelled this idea, at 9:45, the breakfast in the canteen of the guest house had already ended, and the lunch had not yet been made, and it was in vain to go, and I wanted to go out to find a fast food to eat, but now at this time, the material life is not so rich, and the commodity economy is not so developed, not to mention fast food, even individual restaurants are rare and new, because of this, Lu Jiadong thought about it and gave up the idea of going out。

But what is lost, you can't lose your stomach, besides, at this time, Lu Jiadong is just in his early twenties, and he is the prime of life with the most vigorous metabolism, as long as his stomach is slightly hungry, he will feel unspeakably uncomfortable, fortunately, Lu Jiadong has been prepared for this, anyway, he was also a well-known otaku before the crossing, and when he rested, the door was not out of the door, and squatting at home for a few days was commonplace for Lu Jiadong before the crossing, of course, it was natural to prepare enough food for emergencies.

Whether it is at home in Wanshan Factory or in the office at work, Lu Jiadong will prepare some pastries and other foods more or less, even if he is seconded to Beijing, but Beijing is not a northern city than the south, and there are fewer things like pastries, and finally he asked his old acquaintance, Wang Chuanchen, director of the Planning Department of the Equipment Department of the General Staff, to buy some baked goods similar to biscuits from a state-owned food factory.

As for the taste, it is a little dry and choking. Naturally, it can't compare to those delicate and soft pastries in the south, but in the current stall of "no village and no store", even if these foods are a little unpalatable, they are better than being hungry. So Lu Jiadong poured a cup of hot water, took out the bag of food, and ate it with water.

However, while eating, Lu Jiadong's mind suddenly remembered that not long after he arrived in Beijing a few days ago, he was asked to draft a new type of artillery and a new type of artillery reconnaissance and school firing radar. Wang Chuanchen once promised to invite him to eat Peking duck, and now eating that kind of baked goods that are difficult to swallow, Lu Jiadong felt even more, and couldn't help but sigh to himself:

"I don't know if Director Wang's words still count?"

After saying that, he threw the food in his hand into his mouth, and was just about to chew it, when there was a steady and eager footstep sound outside the door, and then a familiar word sounded in Lu Jiadong's ears through the door:

"Does Comrade Lu Jiadong live here?"

"Yes, chief, Comrade Lu Jiadong lives here!"

"Okay, you've worked hard. I'll just knock on the door myself!"

"Yes, chief!" followed by a burst of unhurried footsteps from near and far, but as the footsteps left, a crisp knock on the door followed, as early as in the conversation just now, Lu Jiadong already knew who the person was coming, but he was a little surprised how he came in person, so he didn't move.

Now hearing the knock on the door, Lu Jiadong hurriedly put down the food in his hand, wiped his mouth twice, and came to the door in three steps and two steps. Without saying a word, he put down the door lock and opened the door, and a tall middle-aged soldier wearing a neat Type 65 military uniform immediately met Lu Jiadong's eyes. So I couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"Director Wang, how are you?"

"What, don't you welcome me here?" Before Lu Jiadong finished speaking, Wang Chuanchen asked with a smile, and then walked into Lu Jiadong's room with an immodest step, swept it with his keen gaze, and then nodded. With a bit of ridicule, he continued:

"Yes, it seems that Xiao Lu is very used to sleeping here!"

When Lu Jiadong heard this, he naturally knew that Wang Chuanchen meant to ridicule himself for sleeping lazy, so Lu Jiadong just smiled and did not continue to follow Wang Chuanchen's words, but continued to say what he had not finished asking before:

"Director Wang, you won't have any urgent business today, right?"

Wang Chuanchen didn't know that Lu Jiadong was diverting the topic under the pretext, so he didn't pursue it, but nodded with a playful smile, and responded loudly to Lu Jiadong's words: "That's right! It's really an urgent matter!"

As he spoke, Wang Chuanchen glanced at Lu Jiadong, who was not very neatly dressed in front of him, then raised his head towards the bathroom, and said to Lu Jiadong with a serious look:

"Look at you like this, how to go out, go pack up, let's leave in five minutes!"

"Where?"

"Quanjude!"

"Quanjude?" Listening to Wang Chuanchen's words, Lu Jiadong was slightly stunned, and Wang Chuanchen, who was standing opposite him, once again showed a meaningful smile:

"What? You don't forget it so quickly? Don't I owe you a meal of Peking duck? Why? You don't want to eat it?"

"Director Wang has a treat, you have to go no matter what, otherwise you will be criticized everywhere, right?" As soon as Wang Chuanchen's voice fell, Lu Jiadong hurriedly took over the conversation:

"However, for something like this, Director Wang can just make a phone call, and you don't need to be in person."

"I don't know you yet?" Before Lu Jiadong finished speaking, Wang Chuanchen glanced at Lu Jiadong: "Even if you make a phone call, you kid will have to grind for a long time, and finally it will come to this point, it is better for me to come over more efficiently, okay, it's already been a minute, you hurry up, otherwise"

"I understand the chief, I'll hurry up!" Before Wang Chuanchen finished speaking, Lu Jiadong replied anxiously, and then rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face without waiting for Wang Chuanchen's answer, and Wang Chuanchen looked at Lu Jiadong's quickly flashing back, the corners of his mouth gently showed a kind smile, and then turned his gaze to the entire room.

This room is not big, and the furnishings are very simple, the mattress and blankets on the bed are a little messy, the suitcase next to it is also opened, a few clothes are placed there in an orderly manner, a few clothes are hung on the window, and a few books are placed on the table below, and there is a bag of leftover food on it.

The whole room can be said to be full of Lu Jiadong-style messiness, although Wang Chuanchen has seen it before, but seeing this situation again at this moment, the director of the Planning Department of the Equipment Department of the General Staff can't help frowning slightly, thus dispelling his mood to continue to "appreciate".

But just when Wang Chuanchen was about to retract his gaze and wait with peace of mind, a stack of white paper suddenly flashed in his afterglow, which made his head, which had been slightly deflected halfway, turn around again, only to find that there was a stack of stationery neatly stacked next to the books on the desk, not only that, but there seemed to be neat handwriting on it, which made Wang Chuanchen a little curious:

Lu Jiadong made a mess of all the things and furnishings in the house, but the stack of letters was neatly tied, could it be a letter to his family?

Thinking about it, Wang Chuanchen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked over, picked up the stack of letterheads on the table and quickly browsed a few pages, and immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then involuntarily admired:

"Yes, that's a very well written report!"

Then he quickly flipped back more than a dozen pages, and then the title of "Several Opinions on the Future Development of Wanshan Factory" made Wang Chuanchen's eyes light up, and then read it carefully along the title, but when he had just read less than a third, a pair of eyebrows had already twisted into a big pimple, and then shook his head:

"This idea is too bold!"

"Director Wang, what bold?" As soon as Wang Chuanchen's words fell, Lu Jiadong's voice came from his ears, which also made him immediately sober up from the thoughts of the manuscript, and at the same time, Lu Jiadong, who had already packed up, walked up to Wang Chuanchen, pointed to the stack of manuscripts, and asked puzzledly:

"What's the matter, Director Wang, there are still problems with my two reports on artillery and artillery radar?"

"There is nothing wrong with these two reports, they are very well written, and the development ideas they expound are also in line with the current policy trend, and there should be no big problem when they are handed in tomorrow, but" As he spoke, Wang Chuanchen's already stretched brows wrinkled again, and then took out the "Several Opinions on the Future Development of Wanshan Factory", and then said quite seriously:

"It's just that the core idea of this opinion is really contrary to the current policy trend, and it is more appropriate to overturn all existing policies!"

"Director Wang, I just wrote some thoughts for the future, but I haven't yet."

"Xiao Lu, do you still want to put it into practice?" Before Lu Jiadong finished speaking, Wang Chuanchen's keen eyes shot two stern glances, and even the tone of his speech became serious and abnormal:

"How long has it been since the special period, have you forgotten? Now the policy is still unstable, let alone put into practice your set of opinions, even if you make this idea public, it will be enough for you to drink a pot if you don't get it right, anyway, Xiao Lu, you are already a rare talent in our country's military industrial system, I don't want to watch you ruin this life because of a few unrealistic ideas!"

After speaking, Wang Chuanchen didn't wait for Lu Jiadong to answer, so he stuffed the "Opinions" in his hand into Lu Jiadong's hand, and told quite seriously: "How to deal with it, you can do it, but such an idea is better to rot in the stomach" (to be continued.) )