Returning to 1949, I decided to hand it over to the state.

Hearing him say that, Jiang Fan could only go along with the act, chuckling dryly twice as he said:

"That's different. Yesterday it was indoors, just a few people. Today there's a much bigger entourage."

"I haven't seen many big scenes growing up, so I'm a little unsure of myself."

Zhou Chunsheng laughed heartily upon hearing this and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, the leaders are just here to take a look around, mainly to encourage everyone and boost morale."

"Our equipment is fine, and we've done a great job, that's more important than anything else. When the time comes, just relax, say what you need to say, and refrain from saying anything you shouldn't, and you'll be fine."

Jiang Fan nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

He said that, but in his mind he was already making plans.

According to Zhou Chunsheng, the people in this workshop today are basically the ones who are truly influential, capable of making decisions, and able to set the direction for Ansteel.

If I could find a suitable opportunity during the leaders' inspection, I could subtly hint at the idea of ​​the "gas cylinder".

If any leader finds this direction interesting and is willing to let the technical department or the maintenance department continue the research, then this idea could actually become a viable product roadmap.

The more Jiang Fan thought about it, the more he felt it was worth a try.

I need to find an opportunity to talk to the person in charge.

Just as he was frantically trying to figure out how to start the conversation, Zhou Chunsheng had already slung the toolbox back over his shoulder and called out:

"Let's go, Engineer Jiang, there are still a few small places we need to check on one more time."

Jiang Fan immediately came to his senses.

"Okay, okay."

The two continued walking towards the workshop entrance.

Along the way, they continued to inspect the equipment and surrounding layout, checking for any signs of looseness, unusual noises, or cracked welds.

Jiang Fan kept talking, occasionally exchanging a few words with Zhou Chunsheng.

It was during these casual conversations along the way that he finally figured out the general location of this medium-sized steel rolling mill.

It turns out that this place was essentially an auxiliary rolling unit of the No. 1 blast furnace.

The reason for prioritizing its restoration is actually quite practical.

The major steel mills are now focusing almost all their efforts on supporting production tasks at the front lines.

With various urgently needed supplies and military-related components, the production lines are fully booked, leaving little room to focus on other finished products.

However, once the molten iron and steel production at blast furnace No. 1 stabilizes, it's impossible to leave it idle.

With the furnace running, the material has to move downwards; it needs an outlet.

Therefore, setting up this medium-sized steel rolling mill first became a very pragmatic choice.

On the one hand, it can receive the steel from the No. 1 blast furnace and roll it into relatively standard profiles and semi-finished products, so that the upstream is not idle.

On the other hand, it can also take on some relatively flexible output outside of the main tasks of the large factory, which can alleviate some of the pressure on Ansteel and increase some revenue.

After listening, Jiang Fan made a judgment almost immediately.

This place is perfect for piloting new products.

There was no burden of military supplies from the main factory, and no rigid tasks where no production line could be moved at will.

The machines are sufficient, the processes are complete, and the workers can free up some of their hands to assist and experiment.

If we really want to implement the "gas cylinder" solution, starting here is the most appropriate approach.

The more I think about it, the more feasible this path seems.

The two walked along the passage for a while. Zhou Chunsheng stopped in front of a piece of equipment, squatted down, tightened a bolt with a wrench, and then touched the connector next to him. After confirming that there was no problem, he stood up.

"Alright, that's about it for now."

He dusted off his hands and glanced up at the workshop entrance.

"The leaders should be arriving soon. Let's take a break first, and when they come, we can cut the ribbon and then take a walk around with them."

Jiang Fan responded.

"it is good."

He verbally agreed, but in his mind he was already silently rehearsing his response.

How can I say it without sounding abrupt?

How can I bring it up without making people think that I'm just a newcomer having wild ideas?

Should we directly discuss product direction, or start by focusing on equipment compatibility and applications?

As he was pondering this, Zhou Chunsheng seemed to have no idea what "tired" meant. He had just put down his tool bag when he turned around and went to help the workers next to him move things, clean up corners, and tidy up the factory.

Jiang Fan glanced at it twice, feeling a little helpless.

If you don't move and just stand there watching, it really makes you seem quite immature.

There was nothing he could do but lend a hand for a while.

But once we started, problems arose.

He had the will but not the strength; when moving those iron parts and miscellaneous items, he clearly couldn't muster the strength.

My arms were sore, my waist was tight, and my breathing became heavy after a while.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but curse himself inwardly.

No.

This person's physical condition is too poor.

I used to sit in front of the computer every day editing videos, and except for going to the bathroom or getting takeout, I could stay up almost all day without getting up. My physical strength has deteriorated to an extreme degree.

He's already feeling weak after doing so little work. If he were to work a full day like these factory workers, he'd probably lose half his life.

He was panting as he secretly hardened his heart.

I absolutely have to sign up for a gym when I get back this time.

If they continue like this, let alone affecting history, they'll be lucky if they don't break themselves to death.

After struggling to help for a while, he couldn't take it anymore. He found a slightly higher spot near the workshop entrance, sat down on it, pounded his lower back, and panted.

Just then, my vision suddenly blurred.

A porcelain bowl was handed to him.

The bowl was more than half full of water, the surface of which rippled gently, reflecting the light that slanted in from outside the factory.

"Tiger, take a break and have some water."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment.

He looked up and saw Jiang Daiji squatting in front of him, grinning at him, looking quite amiable.

But Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He dared not show any emotion on his face and immediately forced a natural smile.

"Oh? Uncle Jiang, why did you bring me water? I'm so embarrassed."

As he spoke, he quickly reached out and took the bowl from him.

To be honest, he was indeed thirsty.

After all that commotion, my throat is still burning.

But just as he took the bowl, Jiang Daiji squatted down next to him.

He rested his hands on his knees, turned his head to the side, and looked at Jiang Fan as if chatting casually, asking in a slow and unhurried tone:

"Tiger, how's your father doing in Shenyang?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan's hand holding the bowl almost instantly froze.