After another ten or so minutes, Liu Jie finally finished the work in his hand, and said slowly: "The drawings you sent me for review yesterday were drawn by you?" ”

Meng Weiqing said: "It's my ......"

Liu Jie said sharply: "I said it, think about it and then answer!" ”

Liu Jie is now fifty-six years old, looking dry and thin, once he gets angry, a pressure comes to his face.

Meng Weiqing really thought about it carefully: "This is the project to help build the capital water plant in Uzbekistan, and it is a picture made by me!" ”

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Liu Jie seemed to be angry, his face was coughing red, he turned the computer around, pointed to a drawing and asked, "You drew it yourself?" Are you sure? ”

"This is the drawing of the pumping station of the water source......"

Meng Weiqing recalled: "I drew the drawings, but the water pump and motor inside were provided by the manufacturer's engineers......

"Good, good!" Liu Jie laughed while breathing: "You open the diagram and the general diagram of the pump room, combine them, give you five minutes, and see if there is any problem?" ”

Meng Weiqing took three steps and did two steps, just turned the two pages, felt that something seemed wrong, and went back to read it again.

The face turned white as soon as I "brushed".

"Know what's the problem?" Liu Jie said angrily.

"I know, the standards are a little wrong."

Meng Weiqing knew that he was in trouble, and said in a low voice.

Both Wilo pumps and Schneider motors are made in Germany and use European standards.

More than ninety percent of international and European standards in the manufacturing industry are German standards.

Uzbekistan, on the other hand, is a former Soviet Union country, and Soviet standards are cited.

At the time of the founding of the country, China was completely Sovietized, and most of the designs were also based on Soviet standards.

In recent years, in addition to stepping out. With the process of internationalization, Taiwan's national standards have slowly begun to be in line with international standards and use international standards.

Meng Weiqing's drawings have the problem that the European standard equipment and the Soviet standard pump room cannot match.

Liu Jie propped up his body from the chair and said, "Your problem is not that the standard is not right, but the problem of work attitude!" ”

He looked at Meng Weiqing and seemed to be a little unconvinced.

"Perhaps, in your eyes, design is very simple, just draw a few lines, solid lines, dotted lines. Is the design that simple? ”

He waved his hand and asked Meng Weiqing not to speak: "The design of a project is not only related to the construction cost, but also to the quality of the project. ”

He pointed to a set of data with thin and powerful fingers, and said, "You open your eyes and see, this set of data is also provided by the manufacturer?" ”

Meng Weiqing looked at the data and calculated in his heart, there seems to be no problem?

"This set of data looks right, in fact, the manufacturer miscalculated, this is a British unit of measurement! Our corresponding conversion is in the schedule of Chapter 7 of Part 3 of the "Water Supply and Drainage Design Manual"! ”

Liu Jie said loudly: "To do design, you must understand all kinds of equipment, and put all kinds of design standards in your mind, and now you can let the manufacturer provide it, and then turn the book when you need it, is this what design should do?" ”

"Then design is an assembly tool, and everyone can do it, so what else do you need to design?"

Watching Meng Weiqing go out dejectedly, Liu Jie let out a long sigh.

"Bell bell bell ...... Bell bell bell ......"

"Hey, Lao Liu, I'm Li Dongfei."

Liu Jie picked up the phone, and there was Li Dongfei's voice: "Mr. Li, what instructions do you have?" ”

Just finished training, Liu Jie's tone was a little hard.

Li Dongfei over there also choked and said with a smile: "I saw a valve manufacturer just now, and the technology is still relatively novel, which seems to be more suitable for the needs of the owners over there in Shenhua." ”

"But I'm a layman, just listen to it, wait for me to ask him to come over and report to you and explain, you are an expert, see if we can use it in the future, if it can really improve the safety of the pump room, it is also a highlight of our project."

Liu Jie held the microphone, turned his face and said: "No problem, with new technology and new equipment, this is also our learning opportunity, and we will be more competitive in the next bidding." ”

Li Dongfei said with a smile: "In the end, it is the third generation, and the problem is thorough, okay, you can get busy first." ”

Liu Jie said: "Okay, okay, I'm in the office, he will come over later." ”

……

Jiashen, July 23.

White dew season.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long.

This is the first day of learning the arts.

It's not early, and it's all quiet here.

The morning mist is like a veil.

Heaven and earth are as true as false, as visible as hidden, like a dream bubble.

Chang Xian followed the old man, Xiao Man went around the front, and they all kept quiet all the time.

After taking a few more steps forward, the old man stopped, and Chang Xian felt a chill all over his body.

The dim moon was completely hidden in the clouds, and the heavens and the earth were already bright.

Chang Xian could see clearly that the black shadows on the hill were stacks of tombstones, long and short, and clustered on the western slope of the hillock.

Cemeteries are usually gloomy and eerie, but here they are ordinary and bland.

Because, there are only monuments and no graves here.

If the little mound on top is not a grave.

The old man lit a pillar of incense in front of the small mound and was silent.

The stele in front of the mound is a single stand-alone on the top, separated from the stele below by more than five meters.

The stele has no pedestal, the gray granite is three feet and one inch high, and the front is engraved with six eight-point characters "The mound of the beloved woman's clothes".

The back is engraved with a poem of seven uniques: Born in the yang world and there is an end, why not die and return to the underworld? The yang and the earth are similar, only when they drift in a foreign land.

This poem was written by Tang Bohu on his deathbed.

The first half of his life was smooth sailing, and at the age of twenty-nine, he won the Xie Yuan in the hellish difficulty of Ying Tianfu Township Test.

The spring breeze is proud.

But at the age of 30, he encountered a fraud case in the scientific field, and since then he has been dissolute and depressed.

Perhaps, this is open-mindedness.

Or perhaps, this is helplessness?

Through the stele, Chang Xian seemed to see an old face that was not handsome, not chic, but thin but unyielding.

……

The two of them descended the trail and passed through the forest of steles.

There are a lot of tombstones, most of them are standing on the ground, the front and back of the lower side are diagonally supported by two stone slabs to avoid falling, and some stone tablets are placed horizontally and vertically on the ground, like a table of mahjong tiles that have just been played.

However, these monuments are not very old, and there are no bruises and traces of weathering.

The top of the hill is older, some of them already have moss, and the color is relatively dark, but it will not be more than forty or fifty years old.

At the bottom of the hill, there is a hidden hut.

Inside the hut was only a simple camp bed, and the rest of the room was filled with stone tablets, green bricks, white paper of various textures, and some strange utensils.

There was also a large desk with a large pile of books and manuscript papers.

Chang Xian glanced at it, and except for the marching bed, there was no modern atmosphere here.

The paper is rice paper, and the rolls are packed in bamboo baskets.

There are no pens and ballpoint pens on the table, only two tubes of brushes, as well as a piece of ink and an inkstone, all of which are sold in stationery stores.

At the other end of the room is a low stove.

There was actually a stove built inside, with a large black iron pot on it, and the firewood next to it was neatly stacked in a pile.

There was a kerosene lamp hanging from the roof, and when you stretched your neck, you could see that there was still half a kerosene in it.