Feng Xiaochen thanked Professor Li, and then asked Zhang Haiju about the procedures for going to the Coal Research Institute to check the information. After asking, he realized that the procedures were quite troublesome. First, he needed to write an application, and then Zhang Haiju provided the certificate, saying that the Metallurgical Bureau Information Office did not have this information. Then, he needed to sign the supervisor, and finally he could send an introduction letter to the Coal Research Institute in the office. As for whether the other party had any regulations such as borrowing permissions, it was unknown. In the era without the Internet, checking the rules and regulations could only be found on the spot.

Feng Xiaochen made up his mind to find the magazine, so he started to go through the procedures. After he arrived at the Metallurgical Bureau, he did not assign specific jobs, but he was temporarily placed in the administrative department, but the administrative department refused to provide him with proof because the matter of checking the information was arranged by Luo Xiangfei, and the administrative department did not know the specific details. Helplessly, Feng Xiaochen could only call Tian Wenjian in the Metallurgical Bureau office and asked Tian Wenjian to give him this certificate.

"You want to go to the Coal Research Institute to check information? Why?" Tian Wenjian said in surprise.

Feng Xiaochen told the story of the lack of a journal in the Metallurgical Bureau's archives room. Tian Wenjian hesitated for a moment, and then asked Feng Xiaochen to hand over the phone receiver to the office director Liu Yanping, confirming to him that Luo Xiangfei had indeed arranged such a job for Feng Xiaochen. After receiving this reply, Liu Yanping arranged for his subordinates to issue an introduction letter to Feng Xiaochen, and repeatedly reminded him to obey the other party's management when he went to a brother's unit and not to speak or move randomly, so as not to affect the relationship between the units.

The Metallurgical Bureau Courtyard is located in the northwest suburb of the capital, while the Coal Research Institute is located in the southwest suburb of the capital, with a distance of more than ten kilometers between the two. In later generations, this distance is nothing. It is not too troublesome to drive over or take the subway. But in those days, these two places were urban-rural fringe areas, with few residents around, few buses and few flights. Feng Xiaochen took the map and changed three buses in a row. After nearly two hours, he arrived at his destination.

"Are you from the Metallurgical Bureau? Are you here to check the information, and it is also in English?"

Wang Yaru, a data clerk in the information room of the Coal Research Institute, looked up and down at Feng Xiaochen's introduction letter, repeatedly checked his work permit several times, and asked in a distrustful tone. It is really that Feng Xiaochen is too young. Employees of this age in the agency are basically handymen. I have never heard of a person who can check English information so young.

After finally dealing with Wang Yaru's interrogation, Wang Yaru entered the library and carried the journal that Feng Xiaochen wanted. While handing it to Feng Xiaochen, he also reminded him seriously: "This is foreign information, it is very expensive. You can only copy it, not paint it on it, and you don't secretly cut the contents inside. Do you understand?"

"...Okay." Feng Xiaochen wanted to argue a few words, which showed that he was not an uneducated young man, but when he thought of Liu Yanping's advice to him, he endured it. Anyway, he was just reading the information, and it took half a day to finish it. Why bother to argue with the other party?

"Sister-in-law, why are you copying these things? Are you a college student studying coal mine machinery?"

While Feng Xiaochen was excerpting the relevant content from the journal, a voice sounded beside him. Feng Xiaochen turned his head and saw a kind-hearted and grey-haired old man standing behind him, tilting his head to look at the content he copied, and asking him with a smile.

Feng Xiaochen quickly stood up and said humbly: "Hello, teacher, I am not a college student, I am from the Metallurgical Bureau of the Economic Commission. I am here to check some information."

Feng Xiaochen didn't know who the other party was. Anyway, at his age, it was always right to call him a teacher whenever he saw someone. The old man didn't mind Feng Xiaochen's name. He waved his hand and signaled Feng Xiaochen to sit down and talk. Then he sat next to Feng Xiaochen, picked up the journal Feng Xiaochen had just read, and asked while looking through it: "Can you understand all these information?"

"Please guess and puzzle it, read it a few more times and you will understand it." Feng Xiaochen said in a low key.

"Let me see what you have taken." The old man reached out to Feng Xiaochen again, with an unquestionable domineering tone.

Feng Xiaochen had no choice but to treat such an old man. They were usually at this age and had some status, either as leaders in the unit, or as academic authority. They proposed to read Feng Xiaochen's notes, but Feng Xiaochen dared not refuse. Fortunately, there was nothing in this note that could not be seen. If the other party wanted to read it, he would take a look.

"Electric-hydraulic transmission, rack push, low-temperature starting... Well, there is still some structure. It can be seen that you have your own mind when you check the information." The old man looked at Feng Xiaochen's content and praised him in a tone of a superior.

"You've been too rewarded." Feng Xiaochen said. He couldn't figure out the other party's identity. Judging from the other party's meaning, he didn't seem to be planning to reveal his identity to him, so he was inconvenient to ask. The other party acted like a leader and evaluated his work. In addition to showing humility, he seemed to be not good at saying anything else.

"Hey, what does it mean to draw a question mark here?" The old man looked at it and finally found the problem.

Feng Xiaochen leaned over and found that he had sorted out the overview of the development of mining machinery by several domestic units. There was a question mark next to it, which was drawn by the old man when he copied the information, but he was targeted by the old man. Feng Xiaochen looked carefully and found that the item he drew was exactly the 25 cubic meter mining excavator project developed by several companies under the Ministry of Coal. It is estimated that the old man has some relationship with this project. Seeing Feng Xiaochen draw a question mark, the old man could not just ask.

"Actually, it's not interesting. Well, there are still some questions about some of the problems." Feng Xiaochen said perfunctorily. There is nothing more embarrassing than being arrested by the victim on the spot by the commentator behind the scene. When Feng Xiaochen copied this information, he was still in the information room of the Metallurgical Bureau. It was harmless to doubt the work of the Ministry of Coal. But now he is in the Coal Research Institute, which is equivalent to being arrested.

The old man was obviously not that easy to fool. He shook his head and said, "No, you don't have any questions, you have an opinion. Tell me, what's the problem with this 25 cubic meter mining excavator project?"

"This is really hard to say." Feng Xiaochen stammered.

"What's there to say?" The old man stood up with his eyebrows, and his kind-eyed image immediately turned into a judge. It seemed that if Feng Xiaochen refused to give honest advice, he would call out the little devil and let Feng Xiaochen taste the great.

Feng Xiaochen originally planned to calm down the situation and did not want to offend the old man. Seeing that the old man looked unreasonable, Feng Xiaochen took the initiative. Anyway, his idea made sense, and it could not be slander. Even if it made the old man unhappy, what could it be? You forced me to say this.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaochen smiled faintly and said, "Actually, it's nothing. I just think this project is too slap in the head, or just point it out, it's just a leadership project, and it's meaningless."

The so-called leadership project refers to projects proposed by some leaders on a whim. For example, when a leader comes to a company, he says that your company has such strong strength and should do cars. As a result, the company really starts to do cars in order to flatter, and this kind of project is called a leadership project. The leadership project generally lacks detailed argumentation, purely to make the leader feel happy, so he spares no effort, and in the end it often ends with failure.

Within the system, saying that a certain project is a leader project is actually derogatory. Feng Xiaochen said that the project is a leader project as soon as he opened his mouth, which is just offending people.

Sure enough, the old man's face suddenly turned dark. He grinned and said coldly: "What a big tone, tell me, why is this a leader project? If you can't tell me about your ugliness, don't think about leaving today. I'll care about your supper."

The so-called "drinking tea" in later generations is probably the same as the word "drinking tea" mentioned by later generations, which means being beaten. The old man did not want to trouble Feng Xiaochen because he couldn't listen to different opinions, but he felt that Feng Xiaochen was talking wildly at a young age, which did not meet the requirements of the agency's work. He wanted to use this reason to educate him so that he could become more mature.

Since Feng Xiaochen dared to say it, he naturally had confidence. He pushed open the English journal in front of him, turned the notebook to a blank space on a page, and began to draw a pattern of a mining excavator with a stroke, preparing to give the old man a picture to talk about the problem with this machine.

The old man didn't understand Feng Xiaochen's meaning at first. Seeing that he had drawn a few strokes, he waved his hand to let him stop, then turned to Wang Yaru and shouted: "Xiao Wang, you go and get a sketch of MT25, I'm useful."

Wang Yaru, who had been picky about Feng Xiaochen, didn't even beat him at all, ran to find a sketch and respectfully handed it to the old man. She wanted to say something, but the old man was stopped by the old man with a clear and scrupulous attitude. Obviously, the old man didn't want Feng Xiaochen to know his true identity. As for the purpose of avoiding Feng Xiaochen's fear, or disdain to tell Feng Xiaochen that Feng Xiaochen would not know.

Could it be the director of the institute? Or the chief engineer? The 25 cubic meter excavator numbered MT25 may have been designed by the old man. If I can't say something to convince the old man today, I would probably have eaten this supper in the institute. However, the meal is delicious and difficult to digest. Maybe it will affect the relationship between brothers as Liu Yanping warned.

Forget it, don’t think about anything to hide your weakness. Take some real skills to scare the old man first, let’s talk about the next thing.
Chapter completed!