"You don't worry about these things. I'm just going to inform you on a routine basis. Let me say it again. I'll sign it today and get 500 yuan. If today is over, the factory will not give this money!"

"No, you are dreaming, I won't sign it! Do you capitalists, after exploiting my value, have to kick me away? There is no such cheap thing in the world!"

"That's OK."

The clerk took the dismissal agreement back into the folder, put it under his armpit, turned around and left: "Adolf, since you want to stay so much, I tell you that you can go to the boatman level test that is being held. As long as you pass the eighth level, you

You can stay! This is the last chance the board of directors gives you non-Chinese ship workers. If you have confidence, you can try it."

"...Okay, I'll take the exam!"

A scene similar to the above happened one after another in the Kunpeng Shipyard factory, and more than 100 foreign ship workers were all "ultimatum" from clerks.

The proud, except for a few who were not confident, did not choose to sign the dismissal agreement carried by the clerk, but instead chose to take the shipman level exam indignation.

No matter what, you can’t leave Kunpeng! Where can I find the favorable conditions here!

This is the voice of more than 100 foreign ship workers.

The exam was over soon, and most of the foreign ship workers who were referring to it were dejected after coming out: the exam questions were too difficult, and the eighth-level ship workers were simply the top level among them!

And people of this level can only be a palm of one of the more than 100 people.

The test results came out soon. As expected, there were only three people who passed the eighth level, including Inzaji, who had a relationship with Long Hao, and the other two, who were 60 years old and had a working experience of 40 years.

The old boatman above.

The exam failed. A hundred boat workers like Yadolph who were reluctant to leave were completely relieved. They hung their heads and walked into the office helplessly. Under the reception of the clerk, they signed the dismissal agreement one by one.

Fortunately, in order to complete the task of "Don't cause riots" assigned by Long Hao, Abin gave a generous amount of dismissal, so although these foreign ship workers were discouraged, they were not too dissatisfied.

The dismissal and liquidation work lasted for five days.

During these five days, an area in Kunpeng Shipyard was blocked, and even invited Gao Tianyang's Meiyang and spies to protect him.

The long barbed wire mesh surrounded a row of warehouses and factories, with only one entrance.

At the entrance, soldiers holding steel guns were guarded. Behind them, there were even two Maxim heavy machine guns mounted on sandbags!

What's wrong with this?

Should I guard dangerous prisoners or protect important leaders?

The shipworker who was familiar with Kunpeng Shipyard passed by from afar. Looking at the newly erected brand new wire mesh, he pointed and muttered.

In the barbed wire, there was a room in the row of warehouses and factories with bright lights, and there were solemn and fully armed soldiers guarding the door.

If Long Hao was present, he would recognize that this warehouse was the vacant warehouse prepared for him by Abin?

Is the breeze still inside?

How could this place become so beautiful in a few days? How could the garrison become so strict?

OK. To understand the whole story, let us cross the soldiers at the door of the warehouse and turn our eyes inside.

In the warehouse, several high-power light bulbs were hung in the air, casting light without shadows and blind spots.

Under the light bulb are two newly built small houses, only ten meters apart, and from time to time there are several soldiers running back and forth.

One of the small houses has a tight door. There are only two small openings that are similar to the mailbox delivery port on the side of the door panel.

A gap was outside a soldier stuffing blank paper into it.

Outside the other opening was soldiers waiting for the paper to pop out of the opening.

The papers that came out were densely filled with words or patterns.

The soldier who got such paper would run towards another small house, which was much larger and occupied almost twenty times the area of ​​the front one!

Its door panel is also tightly closed, with only a small hole next to it.

Soldiers stuffed the paper into the small hole, and often before they let go, the paper was sucked in as if it had suction.

Outside the two small houses are blank paper piled up into hills, and every few hours, the door of the warehouse will be opened and the white paper escorted by soldiers to a carriage poured down.

The total amount of those white paper is probably only 10 tons.

After unpacking the wrapping paper, the white paper was waiting to stuff it into the small house with two small holes...

The small house with a huge area is brightly lit, the layout inside is a bit messy, and there is everything!

There are also more than a dozen Chinese with yellow skin and dark eyes.

Some people stand, some sit, and some squat. Anyway, except Rong Shangqin, the rest of the Chinese are busy.

There was someone who specially received paper from behind the small hole. Whenever the paper was stuffed in, he would pull it as if he had caught a treasure. His movements were so urgent that he almost pulled the paper full of things several times.

"Laoyou, please take it easy. If you break one, it will take more than ten minutes!"

The one who started to scold Laoyou was a Chinese old man. He squatted behind Laoyou, holding his reading glasses, watching back and forth on the spread rows of papers, stacking several pieces of paper together from time to time, sorting out the categories.

work.

"That little guy is a confused worm. Sometimes it is the information about artillery and sometimes it is the information about motivation. Oh my god, do you want to be exhausted?"

The old Chinese man, Lao Gan, beat his waist and muttered and complained with a smile on his eyes.

After Lao Gan finished sorting it out, someone immediately took away these classified papers, pointed them at a tall bookshelf with many labels, and inserted them into them one by one.

For example, the machine tool type belongs to the machine tool label, and the navigation type belongs to the navigation label...

Behind the bookshelf is a small open space with black iron boxes placed on the ground. A middle-aged Chinese man was walking back and forth with a few pieces of paper, reading with relish.

If the bookshelf is full, he will reach out and put the paper in the bookshelf into an iron box and lock it.

"I said Lao Zheng, are these information really useful?"

The small opening finally stopped for a while and no new paper was sent in. Rong Shangqin caught his free time and asked the middle-aged Chinese who was judging and reading the gods.

"It's useful and useful. I've said it many times...Yong Shen, don't quarrel with me. Let me check this formula!"

The middle-aged Chinese man didn't raise his head, and suddenly turned around, picked up a piece of chalk, wrote several formulas on a black-painted wall, and then nervously calculated while looking at the paper in his hand.

"Ahem. You crazy man, you haven't seen him for more than ten years, and you still have this bad virtue!"

Rong Shangqin and the man surnamed Zheng were obviously old friends and knew the other person's temper, so he stopped talking and waited patiently.

"It's true, hahaha, it turns out that it can be calculated like this! I, Zheng Tingxiang, am convinced, this piece of paper has saved me at least two years of hard work!"

Not long after, the middle-aged man finally threw away the chalk and raised his head and laughed.

"Yun Yao, has the verification been successful?" Rong Shangqin hurriedly asked.

Zheng Tingxiang turned his head and smiled: "It's successful. These materials are treasures, priceless treasures! Yongshen, you, the boss, are powerful enough. How did you get them?"

Hearing Zheng Tingxiang's positive comments, Rong Shangqin sighed relieved: "Yun Yao. You have built a bridge in the United States and participated in many major projects... Tell me the truth, the technology written on these papers is compared to the existing ones in the United States.

What is the technology?”

Zheng Tingxiang tilted his head and said, "As far as I see now... at least it's not bad, there are still some things that are beyond it in some places!"

"That's good!"

Rong Shangqin breathed a long sigh: "I'll ask you again. With these information, can we build a ten-ton cargo ship?"

"Ten Thousand Tons?"

Zheng Tingxiang thought about it for a minute or two and said, "These technical information are all related to the construction of ironclad ships! Although I am not very professional in building ships, as far as I see, there are basic information and some top technical information.

, If the paper sent over next can maintain this level! A ten-ton cargo ship... is not a problem!"

"That's great, it's not worth me..."

Rong Shangqin's heart was finally relieved.

Speaking of which, after Long Hao ruthlessly refused his plan, he cried so hard that he slept in a disheartened sleep.

The next day, he suddenly felt something and walked to the warehouse. All the people under Abin knew Rong Shangqin, so he didn't stop him.

Rong Shangqin walked to the warehouse door and found that the door was not locked, so he reached out to push it, wanting to see if Young Master Long was inside.

But as soon as the door opened, he was frightened by the scene inside!

The breeze squatted on the ground, next to it were a few hills of paper.

The breeze lowered his head and stared at his hands with concentration.

One hand was an unknown cylinder that rotated rapidly, and the other hand was as blank as new white paper. However, silver beams flashed from time to time between the two. Rong Shangqin at the door rubbed his eyes and was surprised to find: How about the silver beam?

Every time it flashes, it seems that there are a lot of things on the white paper?

Could it be that the breeze is transformed by the mountain spirit and ghosts?

Mr. Yongshen, who had rich imagination, was almost frightened and fled in panic, so as not to become a food in the mouth of the vicious monster.

Fortunately, while being surprised and afraid, our god was still a little awake. He held the warehouse door with his hand and shouted: "Breeze, breeze, is it you?"

He was ready to lock the door and use a torch to death when the other party refused to answer or showed his fangs!

"Hey, is it Mr. Rong?"

Weifeng didn't know that he had walked in front of the gate of hell. He stopped the 'print' work and turned around and looked at Rong Shangqin in surprise: "Why are you here?"

After communication, Rong Shangqin finally understood that the "attic treasure" in Weifeng's hand was actually rewarded by Young Master Long, and it also contained a complete set of technical information that could build a 10,000-ton ship from scratch!
To be continued...