"I'm thinking of an automatic rifle."

On the small stove in the evening, several people from the research team of the 451 Machinery Factory sat in a circle, and there was a stove in the center, and the charcoal fire exuded orange and red colors under the stove.

Gu Ming's sudden words made Zhang Wanhe, who was sitting in the upper seat, crook his neck.

He frowned slightly and asked, "Automatic rifle?" ”

"I'm thinking of a ...... Submachine gun. ”

"You see, that's it."

Gu Ming took out a booklet from his arms, which attracted everyone's attention for a while.

The booklet followed Gu Ming's fingers, turning page by page, and on the flashing paper, it was full of various instrument graphics and parameters.

Kong Xuan and Zhang Wanhe's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

Other veteran mechanics working in machine shops may have a hard time immediately discerning the meaning of the graphics and parameters of these machines at a glance.

But in the eyes of two people who have specialized learning experience, the flashes of graphics and data are extremely beautiful lines with unique beauty.

Gu Ming's fingers stopped, and the booklet rested on one of the pages.

On the piece of paper, which was less than the size of a palm, the shape of a rifle was drawn with simple straight and slender lines.

Zhang Wanhe squinted his eyes, he carefully looked at the rifle that existed on the two-dimensional paper, made of lines, and felt the charm in it that he could not feel from other weapons.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the ash burned to the length of his fingernails unconsciously, and the shape of the rifle had deeply attracted Zhang Wanhe's eyes.

"Let me see again...... Are these these? ”

Zhang Wanhe flipped through the small booklet page by page, his eyes were extremely serious.

As a person with more than ten years of experience in the industry and held an important position in the Taiyuan Arsenal, although Zhang Wanhe can't understand most of the parameters written on it, he can also see that what is written on it may be a great invention with a professional eye.

He looked at it for a long time, then returned to the page just now, and asked Gu Ming, "What is the name of this rifle?" ”

“AK47。” Gu Ming replied: "For the time being, it will be called AK47." ”

"Comrade Xiao Kong, come and see, how about what is written on this?"

When Zhang Wanhe watched, Kong Xuan had already waited aside.

She couldn't wait, and took the little booklet, flipped through it from time to time, muttering something to herself.

Compared with Zhang Wanhe, Kong Xuan, who has systematically studied relevant knowledge, can see how professional the drawings on this booklet are, and even the whole booklet has a Bible-like divine atmosphere.

It's a textbook.

"The drawings are very professional, the data is fine, structurally speaking, this automatic rifle is not complicated, it is just ......"

"Just what?" Zhang Wanhe asked.

In terms of looking at the picture and looking at the data, the master of the whole machinery factory may not be as good as a yellow-haired girl who has not touched a gun for two years.

"It's just ......" Kong Xuan said: "I don't know what the effect of actual use is, there is no problem in theory, it doesn't mean that there is no problem in practice." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Gu Ming again and said with a smile: "Of course, judging from the drawings and data on this booklet, it can be said that there is no problem in terms of theoretical structure, and it is completely implementable." ”

"I can't tell you that you're still a great inventor."

"This ......" Gu Ming scratched his head and shifted his gaze to the other side: "Who made me like shotguns and machine crossbows since I was a child." ”

"Okay." Zhang Wanhe clapped his hands, his excited expression was not like a fake: "Our group has ushered in the results so quickly. ”

He put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked at Gu Ming with serious eyes: "Comrade Xiao Gu, if you don't mind, I want to ...... The No. 47 rifle is the first project of our group, what do you think? ”

"Of course it's good." Gu Ming naturally smiled and nodded in response.

"Bang bang."

With a few knocks on the door, a figure walked in through the open door.

He carried an iron pot the size of a washbasin and propped it up on the stove.

"Minister Zhang, we can find this in the cafeteria at most."

The person who came was Minister Zhang's secretary Xiao Liu.

After closing the door, he poured hot water into the iron pot, brought some clean-picked vegetables, and some beef and pork slices, and put them on the table.

In such an environment, it is already a luxury to be able to support such a simple hot pot.

Especially next to the hot pot, there were two plates of meat and a few bowls of vegetable and potato chips, which made Kong Xuan, who had lived a petty bourgeois life, drool.

But you can't move your chopsticks yet.

Respect and orderliness is a matter that even the shirtless old man who scolds his mother in the machinery factory understands.

"Alright, let's go." Zhang Wanhe also seemed to notice the slightly eager gazes of several people, he originally wanted to give a non-nutritious and smelly long speech first, but when he saw that the eyes of several people were nailed to the table, he consciously stopped.

He knew that in the eyes of a few people who couldn't eat meat on weekdays, the food on the table was already a treasure, and he couldn't leave his eyes for a moment.

At this time, if they say something big about uniting together, I'm afraid they won't be able to listen to it, and they won't want to listen to it.

So Zhang Wanhe took the lead in moving, picked up a piece of fat and thin meat, and soaked it in the hot pot.

The crowd at the table started to move at once, and at first everyone was still polite, and they didn't greet the meat on the plate, but when they saw that the meat slices were getting fewer and fewer, they couldn't bear it.

A few men, showing the appearance of tigers and wolves, ate happily, regardless of whether others had to eat or not.

As for Kong Xuan, she really couldn't blend into the atmosphere here, except for the first piece of meat, her chopsticks didn't pick up the second piece of meat.

Her upbringing does not allow her to gobble up a few pieces of meat like everyone else around her.

The slices of meat on the plate, decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After a few chopsticks, there was only one piece of meat left on the plate where the meat was placed.

This piece of meat is obviously reserved for the leader.

Although everyone was greedy and greedy, they didn't move the chopsticks with each other.

Zhang Wanhe also smiled, picked up the meat slices and put them in Kong Xuan's bowl.

At the same time, he said: "Female comrades work no worse than male comrades, these two devils were killed by Comrade Kong Xuan." Comrade Kong Xuan has the greatest credit and deserves to eat more. ”

He pointed to a few men who were eating happily on the side, and scolded with a smile: "You guys, you guys, don't let you have any lesbians, you eat so happily one by one, you were reincarnated as pigs in your last life." ”

Several men present smiled a little embarrassedly, and at the same time secretly said in their hearts: Minister, what you said is good, the big guys can see it clearly, what you just ate is the most fierce, your mouth is full, how can you be embarrassed to say others.

The warmth in the room made everyone take off the cotton coats they were wearing outside, and after everyone had eaten and drunk, Minister Zhang once again emphasized the importance of this group and the importance of the leadership to this operation, and finally left with his hands behind his back in the urging eyes of everyone.

Minister Zhang is gone, but the mess below, everyone can clean up the mess, if colleagues from other machinery factories see them opening a small stove here, it will be shameless.

It was getting late, and the moon was hanging high.

I have to get up early tomorrow, and in order to maintain my energy, the big guys can't wait to pack up their things and leave and go to bed.

They are all old men, and they don't need to be long-winded, they all start to clean up with their hands and feet.

During this period, Kong Xuan wanted to help, but was rejected by several men.

"I didn't let you eat meat just now, if you are allowed to do housework now, we should be criticized by the leadership."

Under the stern refusal of several big bosses, Kong Xuan had no choice but to give up his desire to help and go back to the separately arranged residence first.