After An Ning got into the car, he took out a stack of white paper and a pencil from his backpack.

In the swaying truck, the driver and another driver sat in front.

In the back position, the gold mill director sat against the window on the left, and An Ning leaned against the window on the right.

An Ning took the rolled white paper and spread it vigorously.

"I'll come."

Director Jin involuntarily lowered his voice, and his fingers carefully pinched the side of the white paper, helping An Ning to pave the way.

"Thank you."

The word thank you in a flat tone made the driver driving in front of him subconsciously clench the steering wheel.

"It's a little hot today."

The other driver of the co-pilot couldn't help but tear the collar a little bit, feeling that his breathing was not very smooth.

The tranquility of the back seat did not perceive his state.

She pulled out a flat plank from her bag.

This equipment made Director Jin suspicious, and An Ning was about to take out a brick in the next second.

An Ning had already entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and she placed the plank under the white paper.

Next, she put one hand into the backpack again, and a rectangular piece of plastic-wrapped plate turned her head and was taken out by her.

The gold factory director bit his lip tightly, his eyes were full of joy and a little frightened.

What is this for?

Next, An Ning pressed the smooth, long brick to one end of the white paper.

The other hand twitched under the board, and with a click, the board was stretched horizontally, and a large piece of white paper was laid out on top of the board.

When the white paper was laid, An Ning took out the same half brick and pressed it against the edge of the white paper at the end of the gold mill.

When the preparations were ready, An Ning picked up the pencil.

A straight line is drawn, and it doesn't need any ruler, it's suspiciously straight, and it's printed beforehand.

The gold factory director was on the side, wishing for a small handkerchief to bite into his mouth.

He looked at Anning, a stroke, a corner, a complex and simple line, no need to think, no need to calculate, on paper.

A black pencil, from left to right, from top to bottom, the sound of graphite rubbing the paper, should have been very small, but at this moment it clearly rang in the ears of the gold director.

The sound of the truck's engine, the jolting of the wheels against the stones, all miraculously disappeared.

There was only one pencil in front of Anning.

In less than an hour, a piece of white paper, which was supposed to be white, was full.

Dense lines, horizontal and vertical curves, vertical cross-sections, vertical sections, inside, outside.

Dimensioning, data comparison.

All flashed clearly on a blank sheet of paper.

An Ning put down the pencil and gently shook the white paper with one hand, and the fine pencil shavings on it were blown away and fell.

"Boom la la ——-"

A freshly baked drawing was rolled up by An Ning and placed on the ground casually.

"Don't, I'll take it, I'll take it."

The gold factory director took the rolled drawings with both hands and did not dare to hold them in his arms.

"Thanks, I'm picking up a little faster, it's a little slow."

An Ning took out another piece of white paper, spread it on the wooden board as well, sharpened the pencil with a knife, and started again.

Director Jin only felt that his three views had been subverted.

Too slow?

Are you kidding?

In less than an hour, in a moving truck, not a single mistake was made, and a drawing that he did not understand was completed.

And she said, it's too slow!

"Come on."

Director Jin made a quiet refueling team, and shrunk in the corner of the car window as much as possible to reduce his sense of presence.

The two drivers in front, although they don't know what exactly happened behind them, are just a simple drawing, a straight line that they can never draw straight, are impressive.

The driver of the car did his best to drive the car more steadily.

From the county seat to the city, it takes more than four hours to drive.

An Ning drew five drawings.

At this time, the gold factory director was like a huge vase, and five unknown pictures were inserted in the vase.

When the truck stopped, An Ning put away his wooden table with some regret, a brick that could be combined into one.

As for the pencils, they have run out of them.

The second remaining pencil was put away by An Ning.

"Where have we been?"

"City Machinery Factory."

An Ning carried her schoolbag, pushed the car door, and jumped out of the truck.

She looked at the machine shop in front of her, turned around and smiled confidently.

"Director Jin, let's go in."

"Yes!"

Director Jin had a sense of pride in his blood alliance and rampaged through his chest.

He especially wanted to wave his flag and shout behind An Ning.

The gold factory director Cong came down on the other side, holding the five volumes of drawings, keeping up with An Ning, one step behind.

Regardless of age and experience, this person is worth it.

Director Jin pointed the way, and the two arrived at the office of the deputy director of the Municipal Machinery Factory when they were about to get off work.

As for the factory director, if he didn't guess wrong, he should be in a gang with Jiangdongcheng.

They need to pull an alliance.

When the two of them entered, it didn't take long for Lee Cheng-taek to be called over.

For a while, there were four people standing in a small office.

Li Changcheng, the deputy director behind the desk, looked at the three people opposite.

More precisely, tranquility in between.

"An Ning, everyone is here, what do you want to say?"

"Are Deputy Factory Director Li and Jiang Dongcheng in the same group?"

Once out, lore.

The problem of going straight to the point with a single knife killed the deputy director Li on the other side and confused.

Whose second stunned is this?

"I'm not."

Deputy Director Li was about to continue talking, but An Ning confirmed what he wanted and directly took the five drawings of Director Jin.

"This is a brief description of the design drawings and technology of the corn agricultural harvester."

"This is a brief description of the design drawings and technology of the seeder."

"This is a brief description of the design drawings and technology of the new truck."

"This is a brief summary of the design drawings and techniques of the road cement truck."

"This is a technical drawing and technical brief of the road roller."

Five drawings, five sentences, let Deputy Director Li shut up and keep his eyes on the desktop.

After a long time, Deputy Director Li spoke.

"What do you want?"

He didn't want to know how the five drawings came about, but he knew that pie wouldn't fall from the sky.

"I want Jiangdong City to admit to the sneak attack, be punished as it should be, and there will never be a way out in this industry."

An Ning had other plans in her heart, but she didn't plan to tell Deputy Director Li.

"I want evidence, you give me evidence, these five pictures are yours."

Simple, straightforward, brutal.

Deputy Director Li only felt that in the past few minutes, his heart was beating up and down, and it was exciting.

Even if An Ning put a bag of money on the table, he was not so excited.

But these five drawings, he was so excited.

That's the result! A key to the up!

"An Ning, formally introduce myself, my name is Li Changcheng, the deputy director of the Municipal Machinery Factory, I wish us a happy cooperation."

An Ning stretched out a hand and shook it.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

(End of chapter)