It was a few days later.

Gu Ming was working hard to make the parts needed for firearms.

He checked the parameters of the drawings over and over again, trying not to make mistakes.

It's easy to get the AK47 gun manufacturing diagram, but it's another thing to make it.

After staying in the machinery factory for so many days, coupled with some foundation and some theoretical knowledge laid before, although Gu Ming is not an inexperienced rookie, it is obviously not so simple to rub out the AK47 with his bare hands.

"Damn it!"

The firing machine could not be loaded into the bolt, Gu Ming instantly realized that there was a mistake in the parameters of the firing machine, and sure enough, it was unbelievable to the naked eye, those gods who could see the difference of a few tenths of a millimeter at a glance may exist in reality, but it must not be themselves.

"Today's work has been done in vain."

Looking at the gradually setting sun outside the window, Gu Ming sighed.

"It's here, right, people should be in it......"

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and they gradually approached the remote studio and came to the door.

Gu Ming felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

Listening to these chaotic and heavy footsteps, there seemed to be quite a few people coming.

What are they here for?

Is it someone sent by Director Liu?

"It seems that this piece of studio will not be able to be saved." Gu Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The taste under the fence was not pleasant, Gu Ming originally planned to endure it, and after getting the automatic rifle out, he would leave here.

Unexpectedly, the plan could not catch up with the changes.

The automatic rifle hasn't come out of shape yet, and things can't be done anymore.

Soon.

The door was pushed open by a large, black-stained hand, and a group of expressionless men, probably between 30 and 60 years old, dressed in shabby cotton clothes, with the characteristic fortitude of a worker and the usual industrial dirt on their faces.

A crowd poured into the tiny studio, blocking the room with the smell of rust and sweat.

"Guys, what are you doing?" Gu Ming stopped what he was doing and clapped his hands.

With his hands behind his back, he calmly looked at the group of people, some of whom he had the impression that they should be small heads working in a machine factory.

No matter what these people are going to say or do, Gu Ming has already planned it, this time he is ready to talk to Director Liu, and if he doesn't develop the AK47, he won't be ready to leave here.

In front of him, a tall and strong man with a Chinese face exchanged glances with a few people next to him, stood up, and said, "We are here, I heard that you are going to invent a machine gun, right?" ”

“…… Well. ”

The other person asked, "You need experts, right?" ”

“…… Be. Gu Ming looked at this group of people strangely: "But Director Liu said ......"

"He has the final say during work hours." The strong man with the national character face took off his hat and wiped his hands blackened by industrial stains: "After work, we make our own decisions." ”

The man stretched out his hand: "Meet me, Chen Yanghui, miller." ”

"Hello, hello."

After shaking hands with Gu Ming, he stretched out his hand to introduce the white-bearded and elderly man on the side: "Hong Jiarong, the highest-level lathe worker in our factory." ”

"Hello ......"

"Andy Lau, Deng Haiyang, Chen Han, Uncle Dabao...... Everyone came here voluntarily, and if there is anything you need help with, you can just tell me. ”

"Okay, okay."

Gu Ming shook hands with him one by one, his current mood was like someone suddenly notified him that he had won five million, except for nodding and shaking hands, facing the other party's sincere eyes with a powerful facial expression, Gu Ming could no longer think of any other reaction.

"Young man, we've been following you for a long time, and a few old buddies told us about you."

"Can I take a look?" A big brother with a bearded face points to the composition drawn on the table.

"Of course, please." Gu Ming moved out of the way.

These big brothers, who have at least ten years of experience, suddenly sat in a circle and discussed it.

"It's a rewarding job." Chen Yanghui said.

Uncle Dabao, who was burying his head in reading the drawings, raised his head: "Do you have more accurate drawings?" ”

"More accurate drawings...... Gu Ming took out the booklet that recorded various parts and parameters of AK47 from the table and gave it to everyone.

But the booklet is too small, and most of the people sitting are presbyopia, and several heads are together, almost bumping, but they still can't see clearly.

"This one doesn't work, it looks too strenuous, we need a bigger one."

"yes, if you're really busy, there's too little space here, so let's move to us."

………………

After Kong Xuan came back, he heard the commotion in the house, and saw that people kept coming in and out, carrying things out.

She was in a hurry all of a sudden.

I just went to the toilet, why did a group of men dismantle the studio.

Gu Ming, he's fine.

Subconsciously, Kong Xuan thought that Gu Ming was in trouble, but when she understood the intentions of these people, she was even more excited than Gu Ming, and she was so aggrieved that she shed tears.

In the evening, the machine factory still did not stop working, and more than a dozen people stayed behind and began to work.

The lathe, which had been running all day, re-emitted a deafening rumble at night.

The steel is polished by the drilling rig, and bright sparks are rubbed.

Gu Ming was satisfied with the work in front of him, Chen Yanghui was right, these people are experienced masters, just by visual inspection, they can keep the error no more than 0.1 millimeter.

"Look, is it okay to do this?" After a night's work, the assembly of the AK47 barrel has been done, including the front sight assembly and the jump stopper, and the efficiency is more than ten or twenty times faster than before.

"I'll take a look......" Gu Ming tried to assemble the parts needed for the barrel, and the result lived up to Gu Ming's expectations.

These parts can be spliced together seamlessly.

Gu Ming put the barrel in front of his eyes and measured it, measured the vertical height of the reticle component with a ruler, and finally nodded to a few people.

If this continues, within a week, all the parts needed for the AK47 will be manufactured.

"Whew-"

Several machine factory workers, who were obviously a little nervous, all exhaled.

They had never done this kind of firearm, half of them relied on the drawings provided by Gu Ming, and the other half purely relied on their own experience, using all kinds of whimsical ideas on simple machines to make the impossible possible.

Now, it's not early, it's past 12 o'clock in the evening.

Everyone celebrated today's success, inhaling each other's second-hand smoke together, and a cigarette reached the point where only the butt of the cigarette remained, and it was ruined by several people.

After this friendly exchange, everyone went back to their old nest, did not wash their faces, did not take off their shoes, wrapped in a dirty quilt, and fell asleep.