In the book era, my villain is super well-behaved

Yan Xian didn't want to go to work, he wished he could be by Xiao Guanguan's side all the time, even if he couldn't take the pain for her, he still wanted to be by her side.

Where is the leisure to help the machinery factory to rectify the discipline of Lao Shizi?
Without that kind of effort, and without that leisurely mind, he can't get along with these people at all!
"Our school is only making some sample guns at the moment, and we don't need so many people. You are busy, so you can leave on your own."

"Chief Song, it's not that we don't give you face this time!" The old technician who was talking in the workshop was even more unconvinced when he was choked by a young man.

They are all paid wages, and no one will take the initiative to develop new products, and it is not good to suffer.

Moreover, they often have cooperative relations with universities such as national defense and science and technology.

I know that the golden age of a scientific researcher is between 25 and 40 years old.

Scientific researchers in this age group are at the peak of their life stages in terms of knowledge, experience, physical strength, and energy, and are also the easiest to produce scientific research results.

And the people in front of them are too old, and the oldest of the students next to him is only in his early 20s, so he looks like a kid in the learning stage.

It is almost impossible for these people to come together to research anything powerful.

Anyway, I don't believe it if I beat them to death. What kind of real skills can these mobs have!

"Young man, scientific research is not based on lip service!" Several leading workshop technicians looked at each other and got up one after another, the chairs they were driving made a screeching sound.

The most experienced workers and technicians in the workshop all left, leaving only a dozen or so lifeless people.

They don't have the vigor of the workers at all. They are all skinny, with sunken cheeks, and some of their hair is half white.

Just now, they have been shrunk in the corner, not even touching the edge of the big table in the middle, at first glance they are the group of people who are not welcome.

Section Chief Song glanced at them and smirked bitterly, not daring to meddle indiscriminately.

"I have a question to ask." The gray-haired old man raised his skinny hand.

Yan Xian did not neglect just because the other party seemed to be excluded.

He nodded slightly and said, "Please tell me."

"The recoil spring is not strong enough and unstable due to problems with materials, craftsmanship, and processing. During high-intensity shooting, the recoil spring cannot be fully reset...how to solve it?" The old man asked casually without thinking. .

For any machine, if the material cannot be solved, no problem can be fundamentally solved, and the work is basically useless.

Yan Yan knew that the other party was an expert as soon as he heard it, and said, "Add alloy elements such as vanadium and molybdenum to the spring to increase the strength of the spring steel; and add tungsten and molybdenum alloy elements to the firing pin."

After listening to the old man, he thought about it, and seeing that the others nodded, he said, "We are willing to produce a sample gun for you."

"Okay." Yan Xian directly borrowed the ten people and a production line from Section Chief Song.

Section Chief Song hesitated to speak, but agreed, and took them down to the small experimental production workshop.

The Soviet-style brick and wood structure is dimly lit, and eight punching machines of various models are directly arranged on both sides of the workshop.

Except for a fixed table punching machine with a height of more than three meters, which is % to % new, the others have long been mottled.

In order to reduce production costs, improve production efficiency, and improve low production capacity, after the expansion, the old workshop is almost abandoned, but the equipment is still barely usable.

Yan Xian took out a thick notebook from his canvas bag and took out the plan he had prepared in advance.

"I brought all the material formulas here, and it needs to be re-produced. All the processes of producing firearms will take about three or four days.

During this period, you are required to produce in strict accordance with the process drawings. Even if there is a difference of 0.1 wire, it will not be allowed.

If you have any questions, you can come to me, I hope everyone will work together..."

"The project is fully entrusted to Assistant Yan, and everyone cooperates with his work."

Elder Sui, who had always been the mascot, also spoke at the right time, and said, "I have other things to do, so I won't be watching in person for the next few days." He wanted to hurry up and do homework.

Yan Xian rummaged through the entire warehouse to find a similar set of molds, and adjusted it until dusk to fully match his design drawings.

He has strict requirements on the production process. If you count the process from smelting to material processing, it cannot be manufactured in two or three days, but it is not so difficult if you wear the skin of a Type 63 automatic rifle...

In the eyes of technicians and workers, four days passed.

The first batch of firearm parts produced were all processed and entered the assembly workshop. There were only finished products.

When the assembly was completed, everyone couldn't wait to go to the shooting range to test the gun.

Not only Mr. Yan and Mr. Sui, but also Mr. Kang from the Ministry of Foreign Trade, they all came to join in the fun with their capable officers.

Seeing someone who shouldn't appear, Mr. Sui couldn't help being surprised, and asked, "Why is Lao Kang here?"

"If you really make it happen, do you know how much foreign exchange this guy can earn for the country?" Mr. Kang also carried a gun in his early years, and he was ready to slaughter foreign devils.

These days, Yan Xian goes to the machinery factory to watch during the day, and strives for perfection in all processes, and only returns to the Hospital at night to accompany Xiao Cancan.

The high temperature has continued for the past few days, and it is still a little cooler in the morning.

Lu Luong's leg injury had healed over, and he begged his little brother to bring her over to see the results of his research.

Yan Xian asked the old doctor and took her out after agreeing.

Fortunately, there was a jeep for traveling, otherwise she, a "disabled person", would have no way to come out to let the wind go.

The gun testers at the shooting range felt headaches when they saw the Type 63, and they didn't want to try it at all, but there were so many leaders watching, there was no way to refuse.

When he raised the gun, the scene of the bombing kept flashing in his mind.

The gun tester's hand cramped due to excessive tension.

"Let me come!" Yan held his rolled up sleeves, revealing his slender and thin arms, with smooth muscle lines and full of masculinity.

Old Sui naturally also knew the notoriety of Type 63, but he believed in his own assistant Yan Te, and reminded, "Wear good armor!"

Yan Xian shook his head and refused.

After saying that, he stood directly at the position of the gun tester, picked up the first of the thirty brand-new Type 63 guns on display, and picked up the magazine from under the table, loaded it neatly with a click, and pulled the trigger Loaded.

Put the butt of the gun on the right shoulder, open the safety, and set the speed machine to the continuous firing state, the action is smooth and smooth.

Elder Sui pushed Lush's wheelchair and quickly took a few steps backwards.

Out of the corner of Yan Yan's eyes, he saw their small movements, and Yuan Yao curled his lips towards the small jar, showing a tender and pampering expression.

The next moment, he directly pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..." A series of crisp gunshots sounded, and a burst of fire spewed out from the muzzle.

In just a few seconds, the magazine of twenty rounds was quickly emptied...

一丝等于0.01毫米。0.1丝等于0.001毫米，10丝等于0.1毫米100丝等于1毫米。