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Section 266 Nine Factory still has trump cards

Besides, Zheng Jianguo went to the laboratory.

As soon as I opened the door, a sour smell wafted out of the house.

Zheng Jianguo immediately asked: "It's so hot, don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

The person nearby answered while busy with his work: "The air conditioner consumes too much electricity. If it trips when the air conditioner is turned on, it will be useless even if you are halfway through the research."

Zheng Jianguo reached out to turn on the air conditioner, but someone immediately came to block it: "Don't dare to turn it on. The machine over there is one thousand watts, and the air conditioner will jump as soon as it is turned on."

Zheng Jianguo pushed up the power switch of the air conditioner with a snap, then stretched out his hand to press the switch, and said at the same time: "This house is equipped with a 25-amp switch, and it is equipped with a 30-amp standard real four-square-meter copper wire.

, please ask me to trip the air conditioner and have a look."

Lin Heming then raised his head: "I forgot, in our building in the school, if you turn on one air conditioner, it will occasionally trip, and if you turn on two, it will trip. Before using high-power experimental equipment, you must first go upstairs and downstairs to say hello, otherwise it is hard to say who will be destroyed.

I was doing an experiment. I forgot to mention it because I was so busy, but I got used to the feeling of sweating all over while doing experiments."

"Let's get down to business. Director Fu asked how far the experiment has progressed."

"This." Chu Heming held the remote control and clicked it.

A large screen of fifty inches lit up.

"Rear-projection type, this thing has too many shortcomings. There can't be bright lights in the room, and it can only display 25 frames per second, the clarity is not good, and it also flickers. Therefore, making it so big is the limit.

One hundred inches is fine, but it’s basically invisible. If it’s smaller, forty inches, the effect will be even better. We need to study this thing further.”

After Lin Heming explained this, he pointed to another one.

"You have to admit that Tosiba is definitely at the top level in the world in terms of TV technology. In their experiments, they used Niso's technology, Diamond's technology, and their own, etc. They probably combined these technologies, but White

Hao has a brilliant mind."

"Plain flat, twenty-five inches."

Television sets of this era were all spherical.

Flat screen TV, none at all.

Zheng Jianguo approached and asked, "Can you show me?"

"No, there are still a few technologies that have not been completed. The output voltage transformer... is called a high-voltage package. You can understand it. This thing, we are afraid it will be better than the little Japanese this time. Did you know that the Ninth Factory has a new technology?

With the help of the Industrial and Electrical High Voltage Research Laboratory and He Qiufeng's improvements, our coil is more efficient, and this thing has 12,000 volts."

Zheng Jianguo followed up by asking: "The Imperial Radio Factory introduced the Xiaopi parts, and the Shanghai Radio Factory introduced the picture tube production line. How many volts do their high-voltage packages have?"

Lin Heming didn't know.

Someone knows.

A man of similar age stopped the experiment in his hands and said: "About six thousand volts, seven thousand is the limit, and seven thousand and five is a wall." After that, he continued his experiment.

Lin Heming pointed to their research: "Twelve thousand volts, dedicated to large picture tubes. With good cooperation between the upstream and downstream industries, the material cost of a 25-inch TV can be controlled to less than 800."

"I understand, I'm leaving. If you need anything, just ask. By the way, the Ninth Factory has a third line. Even if the whole Beijing-Zhaoge blackout occurs, the Ninth Factory will not stop, nor will the laboratory. The last line of defense, we have

Ultra-high-power diesel generator set, one string."

Lin Heming gave a thumbs up.

Then continue his experiment.

He is responsible for the light.

He can help a lot in this experiment, but the rest is supported by a team hired by Military Electronics.

When Zheng Jianguo returned to the office, Fu Qiang was cursing on the phone.

"who."

Fu Qiang put down the phone heavily: "It's a small, broken factory in Jinzhou. The chucks it makes are pretty good. This time they came over to bargain with me, saying that the Ninth Factory is no longer working and they don't plan to pay the 5%."

"And then." Zheng Jianguo made tea for Fu Qiang, grabbed some tea leaves from the big teapot, then filled it with water and handed it over.

Fu Qiang took it and put it aside, feeling angry: "Okay, why not? They handed back the technology given by Factory No. 9, and then kicked it off the list of localized machine tools in Fenghuang Mountain City."

"They are not happy about it. What they say about technology is just a few pieces of paper. Besides, the No. 9 Machine Tool Assembly and Procurement Factory in Fenghuang Mountain City also has too much control. This is an opportunity..." Fu Qiang stopped here.

, his face changed slightly.

Zheng Jianguo also realized it.

Five percent, which makes many factories reluctant.

If there is a chance to create difficulties now, they will definitely join forces to cause trouble.

At this time, Fu Qiang finally understood a fact.

Fu Qiang said: "No wonder there are patent protections in foreign countries. We spend money here to research things day and night, but some manufacturers want to use them without paying. This is indeed a bit disgusting."

Zheng Jianguo was quite calm: "This is nothing, we have the patent office."

Fu Qiang had never experienced anything like this, but his chest felt blocked and very uncomfortable.

In the next few days, Factory 9 can be said to have experienced the impact of violent storms.

When the official letter from Shanghai Radio Factory No. 4 to terminate cooperation was sent to Factory No. 9.

Fu Qiang was hospitalized.

It was Zheng Jianguo who asked for it. This old man has lost his former composure and indifference. If this continues, people will definitely get angry.

However, the storm lasted for eight days, and on the ninth day, the first different sound appeared.

The Shanghai Radio Trade Union organized all workers in the factory to petition in front of the Shanghai office building, asking the worker brothers to take over the No. 4 Shanghai Radio Factory.

An old factory knelt in front of the office building and shouted at the top of his lungs: "In times of crisis, worker brothers are united. The Fourth Factory has been here for more than 20 years, and the Ninth Factory has not even been here for ten months. He is still a child. We need to protect him."

Keep it, don’t throw it away.”

On the same day, the first official announcement appeared.

After eighteen factories in Lingnan East Province and Yangcheng jointly supported Factory No. 9, Yangcheng officially announced that Yangcheng fully supports it.

Immediately afterwards, the new district and city allocated 10,000 acres of land to raise funds for the relocation of Xiaokang's factory.

The next day, Pingjiang City and Lin'an City officials announced that they were willing to take over Ben Xiaokang's factory in Shanghai, regardless of how much the Shanghai Radio Factory No. 4 would pay, and the two cities would pay interest.

Yuzhou provincial officials announced that they were poor, but they were able to organize 10,000 people with a high school degree or above.

These are happy news.

Tulihong specially bought some side dishes and brought over two bottles of wine.

"Try it, Qinhuai Zhuangyuan is red."

Bai Hao also touched a bottle of wine: "Try it, Xifeng from 1982."

"Well, a small cup."

With a cup worth one tael, Bai Hao drank up the Qinhuai champion Hong in one gulp.

Half a tael of a cup, the picture shows Xifeng, who was born in 1982, taking a sip.

"Well, good wine." Bai Hao praised.

Boom.

Tulihong hit his head on the table.

"What the hell, what kind of wine is this?"

"Sixty-five degrees, Xifeng in 1982."

Tu Lihong gave a thumbs up: "Foreign dishes."


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