Zhang Feng still has another mission. He has more than a dozen special teams. I wonder how they are doing in the icehouse now. Can anyone persevere
There are still more than two weeks before I can go back, and by then this training will be over.
Zhang Feng called Tang Zhongjing to ask about the situation.
"It's okay. I didn't expect these guys to be so resistant. Not one of them was frozen!" Tang Zhongjing said.
"That's good!" Zhang Feng said: "I will go back during the third training event!"
"I'll watch them!"
"good!"
Tang Zhongjing hung up the phone first. He knew that Zhang Feng had a mission, so he didn't ask any more questions. He went to see his dozen treasures.
Tang Zhongjing saw them in the monitoring room.
They exercise inside to maintain body heat so as not to freeze. Exercise in an extremely cold environment is another kind of training, which is very difficult.
If conditions and time are sufficient, it would be better to let them go to the pole to fight, but they can only train here.
"Keep an eye on them and report to me immediately if there is any situation!" Tang Zhongjing said to the staff.
"Yes, leader!"
In order to ensure that his babies can train safely, Tang Zhongjing arranged for four staff members to watch in shifts.
If anyone is in danger, he must be treated immediately. As for what Zhang Feng said before about cruel training killing people, Tang Zhongjing did not dare to listen to them all. After all, these dozen people are the essence of his entire regiment.
Although it is now under Zhang Feng's control, and life and death are also under Zhang Feng's control, but no matter what, these are his soldiers!
He didn't want to see them die training.
This shows that Tang Zhongjing is a good boss, but he is not a qualified general.
As soon as Tang Zhongjing returned to his office, he thought about the landline phone on the desk. The calls to the landline phone were all business matters, and Tang Zhongjing took them seriously.
"I am Tang Zhongjing!" Tang Zhongjing said in a very official voice.
"Xiao Tang, how is their training going?"
It was Mr. Gusu's voice, and Tang Zhongjing could hear from his tone that he was a little anxious.
"Mr. Gusu, they are still in the icehouse and are currently stable!"
"I know, I will know their training data every day from now on!" the old beggar said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
"Okay, that's it for now!"
The other party hung up the phone, and Tang Zhong sat down to think about what Mr. Gusu said. It seemed that the other party was anxious.
But there's no point in being anxious. Should we pull them up now? You can't do this. It's not about catching strong men. You have to sharpen the knife before taking it out for use.
It can't get any faster now.
If this had been done earlier, it would probably be very sharp now.
If, if, who knows? We can only seize the moment.
…
In a large and tall house there is a seven or eight-meter-tall robot, which Zhang Feng used before and is still improving.
People are still needed to conduct experiments, but no one except Zhang Feng can control it, so the old beggar needs people who can control this machine.
"Mr. Gusu, this is a list. I need the things on it. It's best if we can produce them ourselves!" The person in charge gave the old beggar a list.
The old beggar took a quick look and found that many things needed to be purchased abroad, and they were not necessarily available because others had technological blockades and could not buy them even if they had money!
"Okay, when is the latest?" Mr. Gusu asked.
"It would be best if there was one now!" the technician said and left.
Huh... the old beggar exhaled a long breath
too difficult!
He is superior and has relatively great power, but in front of these technical staff, he is just a helper and an errand boy, and he does not dare to have any temper.
He receives such orders almost every day, sometimes two.
The old beggar didn't understand this before, but he has to understand it now. He has a purchasing department, but many things need to be finalized by him personally.
There are just some names on the list. Specific specifications and materials need to be viewed on the computer. The technicians have put the materials on the computer, and the people in the purchasing department can view them on the computer.
Giving the order to the old beggar is a very formal and necessary procedure.
It would be great if you could make it yourself, but right now it's like building a hut when you're in a hurry.
Fortunately, the old beggar has been doing this recently, setting up a special machine parts manufacturing factory.
But this is by no means easy. At first, he thought that what he lacked most was money. Now, what he lacks most is talent and technology. For example, a chip requires a photolithography machine. There is one company in the world that has this thing. If they don’t sell it, they won’t even be able to sell it. No chips can be produced.
What a distress!
That's why the old beggar sighed.
Of course, these cannot be accomplished in a flash, it takes time, but time waits for no one, and you will be left behind by others and can only eat ashes.
It is precisely because of this that he must find a way to catch up from behind. The old beggar is not the kind of person to sit back and wait for death. The problem must be solved. No matter how difficult it is, do it first and then talk about it.
You can't have your neck choked, it's too uncomfortable.
He took the order to the purchasing department and asked them to find a solution. If they couldn't do it, they would come back to him, while he went to do more important things, building a precision factory.
After making a few phone calls, a dozen people came to his office within a few hours. These people were all talents he had trained and could be said to be his confidants.
"I called everyone here because of a very important matter..."
The old beggar talked for more than ten minutes, and by the end they were all excited.
Someone said: "Mr. Gusu, we should have done this a long time ago!"
"Yes, I will support you even if I risk my life!"
"I'm coming too!"
"And I… "
They were screaming there one by one, as if they wanted to rush forward to kill the enemy, but the old beggar had a serious expression. He said in a deep voice: "Boys, you must know that once you start, there is no turning back!"
"Mr. Gusu, we have nothing left now, we can only move forward!"
"That's right, if you retreat, you will die, and if you stand still, you will die!"
The old beggar said: "Okay, let's get started. Work on both sides, and I will write a report to the superiors. When you do your work, the first thing you need to do is find technical talents. No matter how much money you have, you can bring them back to me!"
"Mr. Gusu, don't we have a headhunting company?" someone asked.
The old beggar said: "Yes, but that family belongs to that family, and we belong to ours. They are different in nature. Let's put it this way, we are higher than them!"
"Hey, that's pretty much it!" Someone looked very proud.
"Give you a week to write down all your plans, put other things aside for now, or ask the people below to do it, and discuss all your plans together within a week!" the old beggar said: " The construction of the factory will be put on the agenda within half a month at the latest!”
"yes!"
Everyone dispersed, and the old beggar was thinking alone, and a word appeared in his mind: money!