"Minister Tan, Director Qian!" In Beijing, in the office of the General Staff Equipment Department, Xie Chaoyang, the director of the Northern Machinery Factory in the year 60, said in embarrassment to the two leaders sitting in front of him in charge of military industry: Tan Bin, the General Staff Equipment Department, and Qian Lei, director of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission:

"I know the difficulties I am facing and I also support the organization's decision, but the actual situation in our factory is really nothing to do..."

"Old Xie, you are the old qualifications of our military system!" Before Xie Chaoyang finished speaking, Qian Lei's face sank. According to his previous anxious temper, he might have slapped the table and cursed his mother when he heard such push-and-down words, but today he suppressed the anger in his heart and said patiently:

"Northern Machinery Factory is also a large factory directly under the headquarters. It is the best in the industry in terms of technical strength and employee quality. Moreover, you still have experience in developing and producing several types of tanks. Can't you think of any solution?"

"Director Qian, you know the situation in our factory!" Xie Chaoyang's wrinkled face was a little helpless, and his small triangle eyes also showed sympathetic grievances, so even the tone of speech was filled with a hint of indescribable pain, but the words were pitying, but the meaning between words was to reject Qian Lei without mercy:

"The previous production task of renovating the Type 59 tank of the army has not been completed. Later, the General Staff's R&D projects for the Type 79 and Type 80 tanks were also placed in our factory. Just a month ago, the foreign trade tasks of 200 Type 62 tanks sold to Iran were assigned. These items were superimposed, so we all had a round-route starting from my factory director. There was a risk of not being able to complete the task and we had no ability to take on other tasks at all!"

"Old Xie, don't think I don't know the situation of your Northern Factory!" After hearing Xie Chaoyang's words, Qian Lei was angry, but his tone of speaking had become stern:

"There are tens of thousands of employees and nearly a thousand technicians, and there are only three production lines alone. Why don't you have the ability to take it again? Are you looking at the new tank technology that China and Pakistan are preparing to jointly develop and dare not take it?"

"Absolutely not!" Xie Chaoyang answered firmly. If the directors of other factories had seen the director of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission's faint expression of anger, they might have been scared to the point of being confused, but Xie Chaoyang was not afraid, not because of anything else, but because of his qualifications.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he enlisted in the army, crossed the Yangtze River, fought against North Korea, and when the Soviet Union aided 156 projects, he was transferred to the Northern Machinery Factory, which was under construction as a cadre. Since then, he has worked in the military industry for nearly 30 years, and he has also been a regular factory propaganda officer step by step as the director of a deputy ministerial-level factory.

Therefore, when it comes to qualifications in the military industry system, even Tan Bin and Qian Lei sitting in front of him cannot be compared with them. The reason why they talk to Qian Lei and others is just to give these two military industry leaders face. But once they have to worry about it, with his qualifications as Xie Chaoyang, there is no need to be afraid of Qian Lei getting angry. Because of this, when Qian Lei was angry, Xie Chaoyang was not as gentle as before, and his slightly gray eyebrows also stood up instantly:

"I thank Chaoyang across the Yangtze River to fight Lao Chiang, and fought with the American devils in Changjin Lake. I never blinked at the gates of hell. What can I be afraid of when developing a tank? But our factory is working overtime, day and night, and we can't free up personnel and equipment to develop new tanks at all. This is an indisputable fact.

Yes, our factory has tens of thousands of employees and several production lines, but we should also know that our Northern Machinery Factory is a comprehensive military factory that produces guns, ammunition, light and heavy weapons. If there are tens of thousands of employees in the armored vehicle workshop alone, I, Xie Chaoyang, issued a military order without saying a word. Anyway, what I said is realistic. If you think I am not suitable, just replace people!"

"You..." After hearing Xie Chaoyang's words, Qian Lei's face turned blue with anger. He pointed at Xie Chaoyang in front of him for a long time and couldn't say a word. At this moment, Tan Bin, who had been sitting next to him and never said anything, stopped Qian Lei's hand, and then frowned and continued to ask at Xie Chaoyang:

"Old Xie, I really can't squeeze out the manpower?"

"Minister Tan, you know the best. When did Xie Chaoyang tell lies?" Xie Chaoyang slapped his chest and said "dong dong~~" and made a look of righteousness. Tan Bin just nodded when he saw this:

"Since that's the case, I will discuss it with Lao Qian. Anyway, you are still in Beijing for a meeting these days, and I will find you if you need it!"

"Then I won't bother you!" As she said that, Xie Chaoyang picked up the briefcase next to her, nodded politely at Tan Bin, glanced at Qian Lei coldly, and then pushed the door and left without looking back...

"Old Tan, what's wrong with you? You know that Xie Chaoyang is deliberately ruling, it's okay if you expose it, but you just let him go. Do you want to watch the cooperation project with Pakistan go away like this?" Xie Chaoyang, the director of the Northern Machinery Factory, just left, and the anger that Qian Lei had suppressed just now turned into a strong resentment poured on Tan Bin's head. After hearing Qian Lei's complaint, Tan Bin frowned his eyebrows into a small mountain, and asked back angrily:

"If you don't let him go, can you Qian Lei have a way to get him to agree?"

"I...ah..." Tan Bin's words could be considered a question about Qian Lei. Since he decided to jointly develop a new tank with Pakistan, Tan Bin and Qian Lei began to look for R&D and production units capable of taking on this foreign trade task. After some comparison, the two determined several suitable units and went to several tank production plants for field research.

After some comparison, most tank manufacturers may be excluded due to insufficient technical strength, old production equipment, low R&D capabilities, etc. In the end, only the old tank manufacturer, Northern Machinery Manufacturing, has such strength and technology to undertake cooperation projects with Pakistan.

I thought I would like to find Xie Chaoyang, the director of the Northern Machinery Factory, to inform him of the situation and want to hear his opinions, but I didn't expect to encounter a soft nail. Although Xie Chaoyang never said he would refuse once, both Qian Lei and Tan Bin could understand that Xie Chaoyang was more straightforward than saying he refused. Such a bureaucratic style made Qian Lei, who was so angry that he couldn't help but sigh.

But whether it is sighing or angry, whether it is Tan Bin or Qian Lei, they are actually clear about Xie Chaoyang's thoughts. After all, they are still worried that this tank will not be developed and will bear the responsibility of contract breach. You must know that the tank performance required by Pakistan is far greater than that of the Type 80 tank currently under development. Even the performance of the new main battle tank (Type 88) that is currently in the process of brewing cannot match it.

What's more, the development task table also involves many new fields, new majors and new processes that are still blank in China. It will take up most of the manpower and material resources just by filling these gaps, and the resulting technical performance may not be able to achieve stable application results. In this way, the new tank developed can only be a bad accumulation. Moreover, with the application of many new technologies, the development time is difficult to guarantee, so failure in the end will be a foregone conclusion. If it is a domestic project, it is okay, but this involves a joint development project abroad. If it is not good, it will involve foreign affairs disputes, and no one can afford it:

"Oh! This little Lu is really good. He just needs to get a military order of more than one billion US dollars, but he still has to do such a joint development project. Now, he ordered such a high technical level as soon as he touched his upper lip, and made a big order that was originally very good, but no one dared to take it!"

Qian Lei had nowhere to vent his anger, and in the end he could only sprinkle on Lu Jiadong, who was attending the signing ceremony in Pakistan. However, Qian Lei's words made Tan Bin, who was sitting next to him, and his face darkened:

"What Xiao Lu did is also considering the long-term. Even the old leader and Comrade Xiaoping praised him for his broad vision. Why? Do you still want to take back what the old leader has decided on himself?"

"You..." Qian Lei was so angry that he was speechless by Tan Bin's words that he could only say angrily: "You old Tan should protect your child, and that Liu Dadan is the same. I see how he and Xiao Lu deal with this mess after they come back!" After that, he walked out in anger without waiting for Tan Bin to reply. Tan Bin looked at Qian Lei's disappearing back and couldn't help but fall on the sofa, sighing to himself:

"I'll only talk about it when they come back!"

"Manager, I heard that Lu Jiadong from Wanshan Factory is coming back soon!" At the same time, on a jeep driving, Liao Yongyuan, the director and secretary of the Northern Machinery Factory, was following Xie Chaoyang next to him, talking about Lu Jiadong's recent situation:

"This time he is so glorious. He has a huge military sales order of more than one billion US dollars. Tsk tsk~~ It has suddenly made our military industrial system go from not being able to eat to almost dying. No wonder the heads of the headquarters value him so much. It is indeed a little capable!"

"Careful? Hum!" Xie Chaoyang snorted coldly, half-squinted his eyes and didn't even move, but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
Chapter completed!