Chapter 1286: Empty-handed to catch the white wolf

"Don't mind me, Sister Zhou, I just love this bite."

Lao Biaozi used a scallion leaf to roll up some baby bok choy, dipped it in soybean paste fried with lard, and opened his blood-basin mouth wide, giving Fu Zhidong a fright.

Watching helplessly as that huge vegetable roll was swallowed by Uncle Biao in one bite, he shivered blankly.

Uncle Biao doesn't eat children, does he?

"There wasn't much to eat when I was little; eating like this was quite good for downing rice."

Stared at by his wife, Lao Biaozi didn't mind. He swallowed what was in his mouth and mocked himself: "Of course, no one taught me how to eat gracefully either."

Mai Qinglan couldn't help but roll her eyes, too lazy to bother with him. She turned her head to look after the child; Tiger Girl was quite fierce when eating, just like her father.

It's unknown who he learned it from, but Li Wenbiao's schemes have increased recently. Whenever Mai Qinglan is about to get angry, he always tells some sad stories from the past.

Things like his father not loving him and his mother not caring, or brothers looking down on him and relatives despising him—anyway, he just talks about things from his childhood, forcing her to pity him.

Especially since having Tiger Girl, he constantly compares the children's lives now with the past.

Although she knows he is doing it on purpose, Mai Qinglan just can't bring herself to scold him, because everything Li Wenbiao says is true.

"Is the pork delicious?"

Seeing his wife turn her face away, Lao Biaozi teased Fu Zhidong again and used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fat meat for him.

"Delicious—" Fu Zhidong didn't mind him either. He smiled and ate the fat meat in his bowl, his body swaying with happiness.

Zhou Wang Yamei glanced at her son, reminding him to sit properly, and incidentally pushed the hot dishes on the table toward the center.

"The year before last, I told my aunt's husband that the pig breeds raised in the village weren't good; even if they were castrated, the taste in the mouth wasn't right."

Lao Biaozi pinched the steamed bun in his hand, took a bite, and said while eating: "Too much lean meat, small size, long breeding period, and they don't yield much meat."

He used his chopsticks to stack the steamed meat chunks in the basin layer by layer, picked them up, and stuffed them directly into his mouth, scaring Fu Zhidong again.

He is already six years old this year, and in his limited memory, he has never seen anyone eat meat like this.

Pure fat, meat slices as thick as his little finger and half the size of a palm—Uncle Biao stacked five slices with one chopstick and ate them all.

Now Fu Zhidong really suspects that Uncle Biao eats children.

"I never saw such big pigs when I was little."

Zhou Wang Yamei saw her son staring blankly at Biaozi eating meat. Taking advantage of the conversation, she picked up some vegetables for him, reminding him to eat quickly and not watch the excitement.

"Anyway, everyone says they can't be raised big."

"Traditional pig breeds aren't good; these are meat pigs bred through selection."

Lao Biaozi introduced it quite knowledgeably: "They say it's a British pig breed, later cross-bred and selected with other breeds; one head can grow to over 600 jin."

"That big?" Fu Zhidong replied in surprise: "I'm not even sixty jin—"

"Eat—" Zhou Wang Yamei stared at her son. This child's personality has changed a lot; he wasn't like this before. "Not allowed to disturb Uncle while he's talking."

"600 jin only has a skeleton," Lao Biaozi smiled and looked at Fu Zhidong, then continued: "I heard Americans raise pigs like this."

"Livestock and poultry are linked to grain production, showing a proportional trend."

Li Xuewu ate a piece of half-fat, half-lean pickled cabbage and meat, and said: "Only when the common people have grain in their hands can they have the heart and energy to raise livestock."

"If people can't even get enough to eat, where would there be food for the livestock."

"Even if you have grain in your hands now, it won't work," Lao Biaozi raised his eyebrows, his voice involuntarily lowering: "I still know about Jingcheng; don't even think about it in the city, and the countryside also limits the quantity."

"What about Liaodong? How is the policy being implemented?"

Li Xuewu put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass to clink with his brother, and said: "I really haven't had the chance to go to the Northeast countryside to take a look."

"Don't mention it, the Northeast is different." Lao Biaozi widened his eyes and whispered: "It doesn't work in the city or the countryside, but no one cares in remote villages."

"More than a dozen village boys from the banks of the Liao River came to the pier, saying they have the conditions; their families all raise chickens, ducks, geese, cattle, sheep, and pigs, and no one has seen anyone care."

"The sky is high and the Emperor is far away; it's very normal."

Li Xuewu drank a little wine; it was the Red Star Maotai he brought. The taste was very mellow, more to his liking than Guizhou Maotai.

"It also depends on whether the rural cadres act like human beings. If there really are those who take a chicken feather as a command, then the common people will suffer."

"Do you really think the common people here are the same as those around Jingcheng?"

Lao Biaozi raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curling up: "The residents around Jingcheng have been repaired by sieves and combs so many times; they were already as docile as sheep. It's different here; poor mountains and evil waters."

"Let me put it this way: if there really are those who don't have eyes, they dare to sneak into their homes in the middle of the night. Wiping out the whole family isn't a lie."

"The Northeast is indeed a place with fierce folk customs."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "A few days ago, I went to see a coal mine; that small coal kiln was just a little better than the conditions of the cave on the mountain in Red Star Village."

"In such a production environment, a line of Northeast men stubbornly carry coal from underground to the top, and the monthly salary is only fifty or sixty yuan."

"They should have more subsidies."

Lao Biaozi twisted his nose and agreed: "I deal with quite a few mining enterprises around Steel City and Yingcheng. It's true that their units have money, but their daily expenses are also high—equipment and manpower."

"Do mining enterprises also order pork from you?"

Li Xuewu looked at him and asked: "Are sales this good now?"

"How could they not be—"

Lao Biaozi raised his eyebrows and pointed at the pickled cabbage and pork in the small steel basin: "Our pork is so fat it drips oil. Half a pig can feed a thousand people. There are oil slicks floating in the vegetable soup. Every day there are calls to order meat."

"But having said that, the factory and mining units in the Northeast really dare to eat, and they really have money. It's not just the public sector; the workers also dare to eat and spend."

He raised his wine glass to signal Li Xuewu, took a gulp, and said: "The ship currently docked in Bohaiwan can make a round trip in three days, including refueling."

"One trip is a thousand tons; just the pork alone is eight or nine hundred tons. It's gone as soon as it lands; there's no need to send it to cold storage at all."

"Won't there be any risks?"

Zhou Wang Yamei cautiously reminded: "I heard that the city is checking strictly. There are posters on the streets hitting out at speculation and profiteering. Don't do that."

"Rest assured, if I were to resell grain, I'd be finished."

Lao Biaozi grabbed the wine bottle to fill Li Xuewu's glass, filled his own, his face red, and hiccuped: "First of all, our ship doesn't violate any taboos. The shipping procedures are complete, and they all go through public-to-public accounts. We don't deal with the supply and marketing retail market at all."

"Even the supply and marketing units get pork from us to sell, don't they?"

He nodded with a smile and said: "The people of a whole city have enjoyed the benefits. Who would be full and have nothing to do but flip everyone's table?"

"Besides, even if there are those who are arrogant, they have to find our roots first," Lao Biaozi said with a wicked smile: "The factory and mining transport fleets and canteen procurement vehicles coming and going at the pier—let them try intercepting one!"

"Which factory or mine in this city isn't a big shot? They all have big tempers!"

"If you want to come to the pier to make trouble, you have to pass the investigation department first," he curled his lips: "They are supplied with good food and drink like big shots. If someone flips the table, they won't be able to eat this meal well either."

"It's better to be low-key and steady."

Li Xuewu put down his chopsticks and pointed out to him: "You can be broad-minded in your work, but you must know how to be humble, cautious, and polite in your conduct."

"Rest assured, I am the most polite."

Lao Biaozi was a bit drunk and didn't see his wife glare at him. He accidentally let out a swear word.

He laughed and whispered to Li Xuewu: "I've already 'polited' the section from Yingcheng to Steel City. I guarantee our ship will have a smooth journey."

"I'm currently pondering how to go on the road to Fengcheng, but rest assured, all roads lead to Fengcheng. I will definitely get it through in the first half of this year."

Li Xuewu could see that his brother was working very hard in Steel City; otherwise, he wouldn't be bragging like this.

He raised his wine glass to clink with him, smiled at his sister-in-law Mai Qinglan, indicating not to mind Biaozi's rudeness just now.

He had been in Steel City for three or four days and had been staying at the guesthouse. He had met Biaozi, but this was the first meal they had together.

The weather was warming up, and Mai Qinglan was willing to let the child out of the house, so Lao Biaozi brought the mother and daughter here for dinner.

Li Xuewu also came early today, and it was rare for them to get together and have fun, relieving Lao Biaozi and Mai Qinglan's homesickness.

Having been together for almost two years, Mai Qinglan increasingly identified with Li Wenbiao's worship of Li Xuewu and gradually identified with this Brother Wu in her heart.

Even if they weren't biological brothers, their relationship was better and closer than biological brothers, and even Li Xuewu's parents were close to Li Wenbiao.

Li Wenbiao returned to Jingcheng this year and changed his address, calling Li Xuewu's parents Godfather and Godmother. The title he had for his brother long ago, he now had the confidence to say out loud.

After the meal, everyone sat for a while, chatting about family matters in Jingcheng and Steel City, until little Tiger Girl yawned and fell asleep in Mai Qinglan's arms.

Li Xuewu didn't want the couple to leave too late; the child was small, and it would be easy to have trouble on the road, and it would be troublesome if she caught something.

Seeing Lao Biaozi drink the hangover tea and his eyes brighten, he urged them to go back.

During this gathering, Lao Biaozi also talked about the business in Steel City; the recycling station had established stable functional sites in Fengcheng and Bingcheng.

Although they weren't managed by their own people, the channels and settlements were in their own hands, which could be considered completing the development goals set in the second half of last year.

The Maritime Carriage Plan was proceeding very smoothly, and it was expected that the first batch of independent shipowners would appear by the end of the year. That would be the golden period for the development of the Bohaiwan Trade Zone.

Importing meat and major industrial raw materials, exporting and dumping hardware industrial and electronic industrial products—starting from the first brick, dismantling the foundation of Japan and South Korea's electronic industry.

When handing the child in his arms to Mai Qinglan, who had gotten into the passenger seat first, Li Xuewu smiled and said to her: "Have time to read more books on broadcasting and hosting."

"Brother, you mean..." Mai Qinglan didn't understand Li Xuewu's meaning and asked hesitantly: "Broadcasting and hosting?"

"Yes, Red Star Factory has its own radio station."

Li Xuewu didn't explain much, nodded with a smile and said: "You have to graduate and be assigned next year anyway, so come work at the factory. Biaozi will also be at ease."

"Hehehe, why don't you thank Brother yet?"

Lao Biaozi was on the side with a red face, rubbing his hands and saying: "I told you long ago, is the matter of going to work even a matter? You look down on my brother too much."

"How could I—" Mai Qinglan glared at Li Wenbiao, looked at Li Xuewu gratefully and said: "Thank you, Brother. I will definitely study and read books hard when I go back."

"Yes, just have a foundation and preparation."

Li Xuewu didn't mind, reached out to tuck the scarf under the child's chin, closed the passenger door, waved to his brother, and signaled him to get lost quickly.

"Must drive slowly—"

He stood at the courtyard gate with Zhou Wang Yamei, watching the Hongxing Lingyang car drive away, before strolling back into the house.

Actually, it wasn't too cold at this time. The vegetables she planted in the courtyard had already been harvested once, and Lao Biaozi and his wife took quite a few back when they left.

Fu Zhidong was jumping up and down happily on the path. After entering the house, he rushed to the tea cabinet to carry the thermos to refill tea for his godfather.

"Don't be busy, go do your homework," Zhou Wang Yamei took the thermos from her son's hand and reminded: "You have to go to the first grade when school starts this year."

"A bit early, right? Only six years old."

Li Xuewu came to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, looked at his godson who had grown taller, and said: "Do you want to go to elementary school?"

"I don't know—" Fu Zhidong looked at his mother, came to his side and said: "The children in kindergarten are also going to the first grade."

"Their class is basically this age; some are seven, some are six," Zhou Wang Yamei refilled tea for Li Xuewu and explained: "He is a bit young. The teacher originally didn't want to accept him, but the parents in this class found them together."

She stood up, looked at Li Xuewu and said: "We all think that the children play well together and study well, so we all decided to go to the same elementary school."

"At the doorstep?" Li Xuewu put his arm around his godson's shoulder and said: "Or go to the Steel Factory Elementary School, or go back to Jingcheng with me and go to the United Industrial School."

"Forget about Jingcheng; it's too far."

Zhou Wang Yamei put the thermos away, sat on the other side of her son, touched his little head and said: "Steel Factory Elementary School is convenient, but it's not convenient to pick him up. I think it's better at the doorstep; the school environment is also okay."

"Has the teaching order been restored?"

Li Xuewu picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying: "Don't have any worries. You can live at home if you go to Jingcheng, and it's very convenient to go to school."

"The factory is going to sell houses in the second half of this year. If you are willing, buy one in the Workers' Village, and it's the same if you come back during winter and summer vacations."

"It's the same everywhere; it's more comfortable at home," Zhou Wang Yamei understood and was grateful for Li Xuewu's good intentions, but still said: "He has grown up and adapted to the environment here. A sudden change is also a psychological burden for him."

"Our situation here is fine; it's not as complicated as the situation in Jingcheng you mentioned. The teaching quality of the elementary school is still guaranteed."

"That's good," Li Xuewu held her hand, looked at his godson and smiled: "You are not a child anymore when you go to the first grade. This family depends on you."

The land of gentleness is also the grave of heroes.

With Zhou Wang Yamei, Li Xuewu could fully experience the crispness and generosity of Northeast women, without losing the subtlety and gentleness between lovers.

She was originally a lake of water, forcibly tortured by life into a piece of steel, and lived into a sponge in Li Xuewu's arms.

She had resilience when she should be strong, and wisdom when she should be soft.

After breakfast, Li Xuewu first accompanied Zhou Wang Yamei to send Fu Zhidong to school, and then came to the Steel Factory.

It must be said that Zhou Wang Yamei, this sponge, had softened his annoyance and fatigue for many days. The whole person was like a spring bamboo shoot after the rain, standing tall again.

In the morning, he visited the aircraft manufacturing factory with Dong Wenxue and held a symposium with the main responsible comrades in the factory to discuss the difficulties currently facing engineering and production.

Gao Yaqin had returned to Jinmen early when the negotiations reached a stalemate. She didn't have time to wait here for Liaodong to react; the Trade Management Center was still waiting for her to preside over a series of negotiations.

Li Xuewu's time was also tight, but they couldn't both leave; that really wouldn't give Liaodong and Steel City any face at all.

One of the two leaving not only preserved the continuity and initiative of the negotiations but also expressed concern about the current progress and quality of the negotiations.

The pressure was on Liaodong Industry. Red Star Factory was definitely not being passively beaten, because Jilin Industry, having heard the wind, also issued an invitation to investigate.

The invitation was forwarded to Red Star Factory by the Jilin City Office in Jingcheng, and Red Star Factory passed the news to Gao Yaqin and Li Xuewu.

This matter was very interesting.

Li Xuewu dared to guarantee with Li Huai De's head that this time he absolutely did not play the trick of "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang" to scare people.

Because Red Star Factory's cooperation with Liaodong Industry didn't need this; both sides were already on the same boat. How could they stab themselves?

However, isn't this even more worth pondering? Red Star Factory organized foreign businessmen and capital to investigate in Liaodong; neighbors likely knew.

But knowing didn't mean reacting so quickly, chasing the tail of the negotiation team, and issuing an invitation at the critical moment when the negotiations were cold.

Li Xuewu absolutely didn't believe that Jilin Province and Liaodong had a conflict, and absolutely didn't believe that Jilin Province had a chivalrous heart and took the initiative to help.

He believed in bird droppings falling from the sky, blue ice, hot air balloons, and airplanes, but he absolutely dared not believe in pies falling from the sky.

But not believing there was a good thing in this didn't hinder him from pushing the boat with the current; he wasn't afraid that Liaodong wouldn't worry about being undermined by Jilin Province.

Why did Li Xuewu emphasize that this negotiation was with Liaodong Industry, not solely with Steel City Industry?

Very simple: Steel City's iron ore resources are rich, and non-ferrous metal resources are also rich, but coal resources are basically not very good; the good ones were occupied long ago.

Liaodong Industry naturally also understood this situation. Letting Steel City negotiate first was to use the smallest resources to throw a stone to ask the way, probing Red Star Factory's bottom line.

What does Red Star Factory want?

In Jingcheng, when Deputy Director Lu, who was in charge of Liaodong Industry, visited, Zhou Miaomiao had already made it very clear in the report.

Build an industrial chain integration block along the line from Yingcheng to Fengcheng, and build a light-heavy mixed, integrated industrial corridor.

Which cities are on this line?

Yingcheng, Shiqiao, Haicheng, Steel City, Xiangping, etc.

Yingcheng has magnesite and talc;

Shiqiao has magnesite, talc, boron, silicon, arsenic, fluorite, dolomite, potassium feldspar, sodium feldspar, limestone, sulfur, iron, gold, silver, platinum, cobalt, copper.

Haicheng has copper, lead, nickel, cobalt, uranium, saw, talc, magnesite, graphite, mica, limestone, asbestos, boron, refractory clay.

Steel City has iron, magnesite, talc, jade, granite, limestone, silicon, shale, petroleum, natural gas, quartz sand, peat, mineral water, gold, lead, zinc, marble...

Xiangping has iron, coal, petroleum, marble, limestone, river stone, clay, ore, silicon, wood grain stone, cold and hot mineral springs, magnesite, gold, lead, phosphorus.

Resources are rich on this line, and Red Star Factory actually doesn't have much to think about.

Liaodong Industry is also not a master who sells the grandfather's land without pain. If there were really convenient conditions, these natural resources would have been developed by municipal enterprises long ago.

Although the outside of the pass has been closed since the Qing Dynasty as the dragon-rising land, it couldn't withstand the vigorous development of these decades.

Various places have always had exploration teams exploring resources, registering and filing for development.

Liaodong Industry most wanted to hand over small coal mine resources to Red Star Factory to organize the situation and form large-scale, advanced management, and advanced equipment large-scale coal mining enterprises.

The purpose is also very simple: on the one hand, to solve safe production and rational development of mineral resources; on the other hand, to introduce advanced enterprises to promote the benign development of enterprises in the province.

If foreign enterprises can be localized, that would be even better.

In fact, Red Star Factory hopes to use coal as a medium to reach out to metallurgy-related mining, especially alloys and non-ferrous metals, which is a key step for the steel plant to transform into a metallurgical industrial plant.

Steel City couldn't negotiate, couldn't bear many conditions and restrictions, and was afraid of not being able to bind Red Star Factory, this big dragon, so it could only feed the problems and contradictions upward.

They wanted to handle it coldly, but Red Star Factory's volume and scale were too large; they couldn't hold it down, and couldn't suppress it.

The province has always been paying attention to the negotiations here, throwing stones to ask the way; the stones bounced back, and this road could be considered half-asked.

Just when Li Xuewu received the head of the Light Arms Institute who led the team to Steel City to implement weapon experiments, who was also his cheap second uncle Li Zhengfeng, news came from the negotiation team's office that Lu Qiming, the deputy director in charge of Liaodong Industry, was coming.

"Second Uncle, how about mounting a heavy machine gun on a motorcycle?"

After hearing the secretary's report, Li Xuewu waved his hand indifferently, only instructing him to pass the news back to Jinmen and Jingcheng, and not to worry about the rest.

At this moment, he was accompanying Li Zhengfeng to watch the experimental site, his arms resting on the Tan Tu car, raising his eyebrows and asking a question that drove Li Zhengfeng crazy.

"What is your brain thinking about?"

Li Zhengfeng glanced at his cheap big nephew. This kid always asked some muddled questions. Mounting a heavy machine gun on a motorcycle—fighting guerrilla warfare?

"Mounting it on a sidecar motorcycle is heavy and unnecessary; mounting it on a two-wheeled motorcycle is just a brain problem."

Li Zhengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, pointing at the Tan Tu assault vehicle beside him: "You mounted a rocket launcher on the car; I already feel you are rebellious. Man, let's stop messing around, okay?"

"But isn't this the important significance of weapon lightweighting—"

Li Xuewu stood up straight, patted the Tan Tu assault vehicle equipped with a rocket launcher and said: "Our factory sold 500 Antelopes, 500 Lucky Stars, and 500 light and heavy machine guns this year. What do you think they bought them for?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know—" Li Zhengfeng's eyelids jumped when he heard his words, and he complained unhappily: "You just make trouble."

If it's not making trouble, what is it? Which regular organization would buy motorcycles to mount light and heavy machine guns?

The most secure carrier for this thing should at least be a light and heavy assault infantry fighting vehicle, or a muscle light assault vehicle like the one beside him.

Mounting it on a two-wheeled motorcycle... it's obviously shooting and changing places. Isn't this a proper guerrilla armed force?

Never think that guerrilla is a commendatory term; it's just a noun, without commendatory or derogatory characteristics and meanings. It is the goodness or badness of the organization that gives this word its quality.

That is to say, guerrillas may also be those who destroy peace; this depends on which angle you look at the problem from.

Anyway, he felt that Li Xuewu was going crazy, like a mouse being a bridesmaid for a cat, wanting money but not life.

Starting from 1966, under the leadership of Li Zhengfeng, the Light Arms Institute comprehensively carried out strategic cooperation with Red Star Factory and the Wei San Regiment, creating a closed-loop industrial chain of R&D, transformation, imitation, testing, production, and sales.

Don't look at the At gang signing procurement orders with the Light Arms Institute, and don't look at Red Star Factory only signing OEM production agreements with the Light Arms Institute.

The Light Arms Institute is just hanging a sheep's head to sell dog meat, earning "intermediary fees" from the negotiations and trade hosted by Red Star Factory.

Anyway, Li Zhengfeng was crazy poor, and the Light Arms Institute also had the qualifications for weapon R&D and sales. Who could manage him seeking benefits for the institute?

So far, he hadn't heard anyone say his approach was wrong. The institute had even fewer voices opposing him. Eating well and drinking spicy, everyone said the director was good.

How many main responsible persons of units had fallen in these two years? Li Zhengfeng, this old muddled egg, was actually as stable as a rock, standing tall and not falling.

He wouldn't talk about ideology, wouldn't engage in politics, only knew how to seek benefits and make money for the institute. The ability he showed was simple and terrible.

Is Li Zhengfeng simple?

Li Xuewu wanted to say, purely fictional.

Under his instigation, this cheap second uncle started the research and testing of the lightweighting of light and heavy weapon equipment last year.

Li Zhengfeng originally didn't care about his cheap big nephew. This damaging kid only gave bad ideas and knew a fart about weapon design.

What kind of dog fart 66-6 sniper rifle, it was clearly...

When he heard that Red Star Factory sold five hundred sniper rifles in foreign trade and gave the Light Arms Institute a large sum of money, he was completely convinced.

It was clearly the 66-6 sniper rifle designed by his big nephew. Even if Dragunov stood in front of him, he dared to say it out loud.

However, regarding the research on weapon lightweighting, he was also vague.

Since the road of imitation had already succeeded, why turn back to engage in the lightweighting of equipment?

But later he also understood: imitation is the starting point of solving from nothing to something, and lightweighting research is the process of advancing toward independent R&D.

Red Star Factory's metallurgical industry provided a large amount of testable alloy metal, which had great potential in the direction of weapon lightweighting.

Especially since Li Xuewu proposed the concept of a light synthetic battalion, individual firepower needs to be strengthened. If a light synthetic battalion wants firepower not to be light, it must take the road of weapon lightweighting.

Similarly, weapon lightweighting also provided new tactics and ideas for existing standard equipment, which would inevitably open up both domestic and foreign markets.

Red Star Factory had already obtained the production license for iterative standard weapons. If it could really realize lightweighting transformation from the Light Arms Institute, it would inevitably usher in a wave of orders.

From last year to now, the Light Arms Institute's most successful research case was slimming down the 54-type anti-aircraft machine gun, which originally weighed 127.5 kilograms, to 51 kilograms.

That is, what Li Xuewu just thought of: if a heavy machine gun can be mounted on a motorcycle, there is no reason why an anti-aircraft machine gun cannot be mounted on a Tan Tu.

Do you think weapon lightweighting started with Li Xuewu's suggestion?

Of course not. The currently equipped 57-type heavy machine gun was reduced in weight from the 53-type heavy machine gun, including the just-finalized 67-1 light and heavy dual-purpose machine gun.

Someone asked why we didn't imitate the PKM. Actually, we did. The saying that we will definitely have what the Russians have has a particularly high gold content.

Then why didn't the standard equipment imitate the PKM light and heavy dual-purpose machine gun?

Because the comprehensive performance of the 67-1 type is better than the imitated PKMS, it's just that the weight is a bit over the standard, which led to the 67-2 light and heavy dual-purpose machine gun.

Li Xuewu suggested that Li Zhengfeng should do the work of weapon lightweighting solidly, and then pluck the wool of foreign advanced weapon design to engage in independent R&D.

This also became a word of steady and prudent advice that Li Zhengfeng identified with in his heart, but on the surface, as a second uncle, he had to show a disdainful attitude.

If you really give this kid sunshine, he won't be brilliant.

The full set of equipment for the light synthetic battalion is designed and transformed in a modular way, that is, based on individuals and carriers, and based on combat goals and environments, modular design is carried out in many aspects.

To deal with different battlefield situations, without changing the premise of individuals and carriers, just replace the equipment on the soldiers in the workshop, and then replace the equipment modules and weapon modules of the carriers.

It sounds a bit like a racing car's dressing workshop; in fact, it's about the same.

The Light Arms Institute's research direction in Steel City is to combine soldiers and light carriers to realize the maximization of equipment firepower and the lightweighting of quality.

According to Li Zhengfeng's description, Li Xuewu wanted to mount a cannon on the Tan Tu assault vehicle to face the sky, the ground, and the air.

On the day Lu Qiming arrived in Steel City, Gao Yaqin and Jing Yunong arrived in Steel City from Jinmen and Jingcheng respectively to participate in the upcoming negotiation work.

Red Star Factory concentrated four factory leaders in Steel City at once, enough to show the importance and determination of this negotiation.

The importance Liaodong Industry attached to this negotiation naturally goes without saying. Lu Qiming personally presided over the negotiation, which was already the greatest degree of importance.

Both sides chose to carry out the first round of negotiations on Saturday, both holding the determination to fight to the death, and the belief that if they didn't succeed, they would rest on the weekend and roll home.

And on this Saturday, from the moment the two sides met, the atmosphere became a bit weird.

They both abandoned the useless pleasantries they were already tired of. After a simple handshake and greeting, they stepped into the venue and went straight to the theme.

Even the accompanying reporters and propaganda personnel were blocked outside the door. Lu Qiming had no time and no energy to deal with them.

The closed-door meeting lasted for more than five hours, even missing the time for lunch. The staff waiting outside the door couldn't hold on and took turns to sneak out for a meal.

But when they came back, the leaders were still in the conference room, with no signs of coming out.

Just when everyone was exchanging glances, wanting to choose who would go in to see if the leaders were all wiped out and hungry, the door of the conference room opened from the inside.

The waiters stood on both sides, and the participating leaders filed out, with no emotion on their faces, walking steadily, with a calm attitude, no sorrow, only a sigh of relief.

The chef of the Steel City Municipal canteen had quite good skills, and the lunch prepared for the negotiation meeting was officially served on the table.

Really hungry, the Red Star Factory group, who didn't intend to eat here, followed the host's convenience and accepted the other party's invitation.

Lu Qiming was very sincere, taking the main responsible persons of several cities to accompany each table of Red Star Factory.

Although it was lunch, wine was also prepared. According to Wang Lu, the deputy director in charge of Steel City Industry, this was a celebration wine.

Celebration wine, of course, can be drunk.

But with a great god like Li Xuewu here, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious. No one wanted to fight for wine, and no one lost their composure.

Actually, everyone hadn't walked out of the negotiation rhythm just now. The high-frequency, high-intensity negotiation tug-of-war made everyone feel exhausted, without any interest in hypocritical chatting.

During the meal, Wang Lu specially toasted Li Xuewu, saying with a complex look that she wished for a happy cooperation.

But Li Xuewu didn't see any sensory or emotional feelings about the happy cooperation on her face.

Lu Qiming could be called a coordination master, a good hand at mixing mud, and truly grasped the rhythm of this negotiation.

Actually, this negotiation looked like Red Star Factory against Liaodong Industry, but in fact, the industrial foundation and situation of Liaodong cities were different, and the environment of the mining industry was also different.

If you really want to cut it with one knife and grab it with one hand, Lu Qiming wouldn't work if he came; it still depends on the subjective wishes of the industrial supervisors of each city.

But provincial industry hoped to see and promote Red Star Factory's capital to take root, hoping that all places would set their sights long-term.

Therefore, in the process of negotiation, Lu Qiming acted as both a referee and a goalkeeper, truly promoting this negotiation with his own strength.

Steel City wasn't unwilling to give up the dividends of small coal mine rectification, so it wouldn't be rectified, and would be rectified by municipal industry itself.

Lu Qiming introduced the West Dayao Town of Xiangping, which has richer coal resources, more serious small coal mine problems, and more prominent safe production problems, to Red Star Factory.

That is to say, Red Star Factory would form a coal company in Xiangping, mine coal locally, and gave up Steel City's coal resources.

This hit Steel City Industry's soft rib directly and also had the effect of beating the grass to scare the snake.

Lu Qiming's attitude was very firm: either actively cooperate with the province's policies on small coal mine governance, or independently shut down small coal mines, or come up with a rectification plan and supervise it on time.

Steel City's Wang Lu was speechless, watching helplessly as under Lu Qiming's presidency, the person in charge of Xiangping Industry and the four leaders of Red Star Factory reached a cooperation intention on the framework of investment in building factories, merging mining areas, forming enterprises, and a series of subsequent frameworks at the meeting.

Liaodong Industry is a game of chess; if you don't play, there are people who will.

Xiangping is on the edge of Fengcheng; Red Star Factory doesn't mind investing in any place on this industrial line, or rather, the railway line.

As long as the promise of forming a small coal rectification development demonstration enterprise agreed with Liaodong Industry is completed, the next step is to talk about mineral development, industrial investment, and port area construction.

Sure enough, with the chicken of Steel City killed, the other monkeys were all honest, and the negotiation changed from stalemate to initiative.

Red Star Factory's attitude was very firm: do not accept the management and interference of building factories in the territory, and do not accept the kidnapping and participation of finance.

Build factories independently, mine independently, only guarantee the landing of taxes.

If you look short, it is inevitably the loss of finance and employment; if you look long, the entry of group enterprises like Red Star Factory will inevitably bring soaring opportunities to the local economy and industry.

Now it depends on who wants to look long and who wants to look short.

Yingcheng's reaction was the fastest and most decisive, because Yingcheng had no second choice for the construction of the port area.

Ge Ping had already talked to the province; the city didn't have the money to build the port area, and the province didn't have enough construction funds to support it.

Since they didn't want to miss the opportunity for economic development, they could only passively accept the cooperation conditions given by Red Star Factory.

Of course, Lu Qiming wasn't biased toward Red Star Factory; he was truly looking at this cooperation from the perspective of development.

The cooperation conditions given by Red Star Factory couldn't be said to be excellent, but they couldn't be said to be harsh either. He felt it was necessary to talk about it.

Therefore, the attitude Ge Ping showed at the negotiation table was very positive. Except for fighting for some conditions in employment and enterprise cooperation, there were no other opinions, and the negotiation was surprisingly smooth.

Yingcheng port area was finished, let's look at Steel City, and the industrial responsible persons of other cities looked at Lu Qiming again.

Lu Qiming didn't divide this piece of cake of Red Star Factory very fairly to all cities on this line.

Including coal, iron ore, non-ferrous metals, rare metals, non-metallic metallurgical ores, etc., each city chose mineral resources with more representative characteristics to provide to Red Star Factory.

Red Star Factory building factories and mines in these areas would inevitably bring advanced management experience and technical standards.

More importantly, development capital. Lu Qiming was also very interested in the industrial corridor project proposed by Red Star Factory.

He even took the initiative to propose contacting the railway to open a special line on this line for Red Star Factory to ensure that mineral resources and industrial products walk out of Liaodong, bring back more development dividends, and development opportunities.

What did Steel City get?

Red Star Factory would form the development of magnesite and iron ore in Steel City, and also included some rare metals and non-ferrous metals.

Compared with other cities, Steel City had already received a lot, but in Wang Lu's heart, these could all be Steel City's.

Who said that where the mine is, the factory must be? Ore can be transported to processing factories through railway transportation for screening and processing. The mining area cannot be moved, but the processing factory can be in Steel City.

But Lu Qiming's tough attitude broke this fantasy at once. Wang Lu hoped that Red Star Factory's investment in Steel City would be huge, especially in metallurgy and rolling steel, and would compromise with this pressure.

Never expected that Red Star Factory was really steel; it would rather disperse capital on this line than yield to Steel City's conditions.

Therefore, this glass of wine toasted to Li Xuewu contained too many regrets and annoyances for her, but she had to accept reality.

A big fish was let go, and she only ate a piece of meat.

And Red Star Factory also achieved its final goal on this trip. As long as the capital was obtained, and as long as the negotiation of the technology introduction agreement with the Santa Ya Group was completed, the purpose of borrowing a chicken to lay eggs was achieved.

In Jing Yunong's words to Li Xuewu: Busy for a long time, didn't spend a cent, actually earned a golden mountain for Red Star Factory.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1287 =====