Military district family compound.
Su Ye spent ten yuan to buy a can of malted milk. Now that food prices have risen so much that people can hardly afford it, even malted milk has risen in price. Malted milk, which used to cost six yuan a can, has almost doubled in price.
Su Ye brought a can of malted milk to Zhou Honghan to see how she looked.
Su Ye asked: "Grandma Zhou, have you got your parts ready?"
Zhou Honghan took off his reading glasses and sighed worriedly, "Hey, Xiao Su, it's my fault for being so confident."
Designing a few parts was originally a very easy task. Zhou Honghan calculated the density, hardness, pressure resistance, and maximum temperature, selected the material, and drew the design. However, despite all his calculations, he did not expect that the factory that could produce this material had already stopped production.
Factories that produce agricultural and industrial tools, as well as iron products commonly used in daily life, cannot temporarily stop production because there is still demand, but their products do not meet the standards for producing special industrial parts.
Zhou Honghan had to give up the best design plan, changed several materials, and visited the factory several times, but still failed to finalize the matter.
Su Ye got anxious when she heard this. The failure to repair the oil press was no small matter. The parents of several of her students worked at the Changyou Cooking Oil Factory. How could the children concentrate on studying if their parents were laid off
Seeing that the graduation exam/junior high school entrance exam is just around the corner, I have delayed my enrollment because of my lack of interest in the exam. I will regret it for the rest of my life.
Su Ye was anxious, and Zhou Honghan was also worried. The foreign exchange of more than 100,000 yuan was all saved by the people bit by bit, and every dollar was soaked with the blood and sweat of the people. It was wasted in vain, and Zhou Honghan was more heartbroken than anyone else.
Su Ye walked back and forth several times and saw Zhou Honghan frowning and flipping through a book for the whole morning.
She suddenly had an idea and asked Zhou Honghan: "The current materials cannot meet the needs of the oil press. Is it because they are not hard enough or not heat-resistant enough?"
"Can we modify the machine into a model with lower material requirements? Improve it so that it can be used with the right basic materials. Then let Director Lu send the machine to the steel mill for modification. Even if it costs more, it's better than letting the machine rot in our hands."
After hearing this, Zhou Honghan's eyes brightened up, and his thoughts, which had been stuck for a long time, suddenly became clear.
Su Ye said with a smile: "Grandma Zhou, give it a try. There is no other way to get on. If there is no road, we can cut through the thorns to make a way. This is called 'If there are conditions, go ahead; if there are no conditions, create them and go ahead.'"
Su Ye dared to say this because his confidence came from himself.
This Tyson oil press was eliminated by history a long time ago. In her impression, the spiral oil press was light and compact, suitable for use in personal workshops. Su Ye had briefly met it in a book. As she kept consulting books and materials, the prototype of the "improved oil press" gradually took shape in her mind, and the idea became stronger and stronger.
Zhou Honghan was greatly encouraged, "Xiao Su, I didn't expect you to have such high ideological awareness! That's right, even if we don't have the conditions, we must create them and go ahead."
The conditions at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China were much more difficult than they are now. We had nothing and were extremely poor, but we still managed to set the first five-year plan. The first automobile factory was built, the first seamless steel pipe, the first airplane... The conditions now are much better than they were then.
No matter how difficult it is to make a small oil press, can it still be a problem for the Chinese
Su Ye accompanied Zhou Honghan to look through the materials for a whole day, and pretended to have a burst of inspiration to remind her of a key point.
After receiving the advice, Zhou Honghan pondered for a long time and then inspiration came to him. He started drawing quickly and worked hard for several hours.
Su Ye calculated the time and prepared to continue "reminding", but she was wrong. She looked at Zhou Honghan in amazement as he worked hard, and the drawings he drew were getting closer and closer to the prototype of the future. Su Ye was deeply shocked, and she was left with only a feeling of admiration and an impulse to kneel down and break her kneecaps.
Zhou Honghan, with a head full of silver hair, sat upright, working meticulously. Gradually, the discarded drawings piled up into a small mountain, and an hour later, the draft of the new improved version of the oil press was finalized.
Zhou Honghan raised his head excitedly and said, "I'll show these drafts to my former classmates. Xiao Su thanks you for today!"
Su Ye was ashamed and said modestly: "I really didn't help much. It's great that Grandma Zhou doesn't think I'm a hindrance and is willing to give me some advice!"
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After Su Ye left Grandma Zhou's house, he happily took out a pound of pork belly.
She wrapped the pork belly, disguised herself and went to the black market.
Su Ye used a pound of pork as a stepping stone and met the most capable trader in the black market.
Wang Hu stretched out his hand and shook Su Ye's hand lightly: "My name is Wang Hu."
This name is just like her "Mud Village", most likely fake. Su Ye coughed lightly, pinched her throat and lowered her voice, and the clear girl's voice turned into the vicissitudes of an old woman's voice.
She said solemnly, "I have ten kilograms of pork belly in my hand. I want to buy the 'information' about a person. I will buy it from anyone who has the information. No, if you can find out everything about this person for me and satisfy me, I will give you ten kilograms of pork belly."
The crackdown on speculation is very severe now. People in this industry are flexible and agile. Without some skills and connections, they would have been unable to make it. Wang Hu has a very loud reputation in this area, and he is much more informed than Su Ye.
After saying that, she gave Wang Hu a pound of pork belly as a deposit.
Wang Hu was a well-to-do trader, and when he saw the pound of white pork belly in Su Ye's hand, he was tempted. Pork belly was so rare nowadays, and even Wang Hu hadn't seen a decent piece of pork this big for a long time. He looked at Su Ye for a long time and readily agreed: "Okay."
After Su Ye left, Wang Hu muttered to himself, "How strange! In this day and age, there are still people who spend money to buy information."
If you give him money directly, he will definitely accept it. But pork belly is different. Except for important departments and units such as the government and the military, there is no trace of pork in the supply and marketing cooperatives in the market for more than half a year.
Ten pounds of pork belly is probably more precious than ten pounds of gold.
In this line of work, other aspects may not be good, but the only thing you must know is the widest range of information. Wang Hu spent three days carefully looking up Yu Fuda, from his birthplace to his education and work, and he got to know everything in detail, including which restaurant he usually went to, where he kept a mistress, and even the embarrassing fact that he wore open-crotch pants at the age of ten.
Wang Hu pressed the envelope containing Yu Fuda's past experiences under a brick, wondering whether he should tell Yu Fuda that someone wanted to buy the information and sell it second-hand for money.
But not long after he put the envelope down, Wang Hu turned around and saw a heavy bag of pork belly hanging in front of him, which frightened him so much that his whole body shuddered.
When I turned back to look at the letter under the brick, it was gone! There was no movement at all, it was so magical that no one was around, as if it was possessed by a ghost.
A gust of cold wind made Wang Hu's heart go cold, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The thought that just popped up in his mind was immediately dissipated. It would be too easy to kill someone with such ability. He was so scared that he peed and shit, hugged the pork belly, and rode his bicycle in a panic, disappearing on the street.
Family compound.
Su Ye took out the envelope and read it carefully.
It turned out that the rumors were true. Yu Fuda really had a wife in the countryside, but they didn't get married. They just had a wedding banquet. In those days, it was not popular to get a marriage certificate in the countryside. His wife was ten years older than him, with a strong build and a bad temper. She spent more than a hundred yuan to help Yu Fuda finish high school. Yu Fuda was grateful and held a wedding banquet with her when he was sixteen years old.
After graduating from high school, Yu Fuda worked as an accountant in the village. In 1952, he was transferred to the county textile factory as a worker. In 1954, he moved to the glass factory. After being transferred to the glass factory, he was promoted all the way and became a member of the factory committee. In 1959, he was transferred to the Changyou Oil Factory in C City as the deputy director.
The resume was quite smooth. Su Ye turned a page and saw a lot of gossip. Her eyes suddenly lit up. Wang Hu is really a wonderful person!
Tsk tsk. Su Ye covered her innocent eyes after reading the letter.
In the following pages, Yu Fuda's rich experience was so spicy that Su Ye's eyes choked. Because of an accident, Yu Fuda's wife lost her fertility, and the two had been married for many years but had no children.
After working in a glass factory for many years and getting promoted all the way, he became so proud that he got a mistress without telling his wife. After being transferred to City C, he reluctantly brought his mistress with him, hoping that she would have a baby.
During the two years of famine, Yu Fuda successively engaged in reselling glass from glass factories, refurbishing second-hand watches, and grain, and accumulated a lot of money. Wang Hu did not write how rich he was in Chengdu, but he just mentioned that Yu Fuda built a blue brick and tile house in the countryside. The mistress in the city was wearing gold and silver. Before the New Year, Yu Fuda gave her 100 yuan, cut five sets of clothes for her, and ate and drank in restaurants, and had countless food coupons.
Earlier this year, Yu Fuda prostituted two laid-off female factory workers and used his position to transfer them to work in an edible oil factory. Recently, he saw the pretty Tan Lan and wanted to marry her.
Finally, Wang Hu said that Yu Fuda often had close contacts with certain officials from government agencies, and he might be promoted to factory director in the near future.
Su Ye memorized the contents of the letter and burned it.
No wonder Yu Fuda was so arrogant and no one cared about him. He even dared to plot against the factory's son. It turned out that he had someone backing him up.
After burning the letter, Su Ye chatted with Gu Xiangyi and talked about Tan Lan's situation. He asked him, "Xiaoxiao, are you familiar with the people in the Municipal Party Committee?"
Gu Xiang glanced at Su Ye in surprise and said, "There is one person who has a pretty good relationship with you."
Su Ye's eyes lit up, "I want to have a meal with my lover, can you introduce me to someone?"
Gu Xiang said without hesitation: "No problem."