Reborn in the 1970s, the cold soldier is a bit sweet

Wang Xiaoxiao frowned: "Brother, how much do you plan to price each one?"

Making it by hand is time-consuming and labor-intensive. If the price is low, it is not cost-effective. If the price is high, will it be marketable?

Pei Dongjie is not stupid, so he naturally heard what she was worried about: "Junior sister, we take the high-end route and sell it to those rich people. The unit price is set at around 400, and the sales are [-]%."

Wang Xiaoxiao asked: "Is the price too high?"

Pei Dongjie shook his head: "Junior sister, let me tell you, there are many rich people in this world. 400 is a big number for ordinary people, but it is nothing in the eyes of those rich people."

Wang Xiaoxiao:......

Is she too innocent?

Pei Dongjie's idea is good. Rich people actually make the best money.

Wang Xiaoxiao agreed. She could finish an electric heater in two hours at most. After excluding the cost, she could still earn about 200 yuan. The income of [-] yuan an hour was pretty good.

Thinking of the cost... "Brother, how do you get the parts and materials for making electric heaters?"

If the amount is too much, it will definitely not work if you take it from the research institute.

Pei Dongjie promised: "I will take care of this. You will be responsible for teaching and making it for me. I will take care of the rest."

Wang Xiaoxiao replied: "Okay."

The matter of making money was happily settled.

Senior Brother Pei is a very reliable person and treats her well. Wang Xiaoxiao is quite happy and relieved to cooperate with him.

After eating, Pei Dongjie couldn't wait to make arrangements.

Wang Xiaoxiao returned to his office, locked the door from the inside, then slipped into the space and fell asleep.

After a good sleep, she woke up full of energy. She got up and tidied up briefly before returning to the laboratory to continue working.

……

After seeing off Wang Xiaoxiao, Chu Xingchen came to the team and went directly to the training ground. After not watching them for a few days, he became a little lazy in training.

After a round of inspection, his face darkened, so frightened that the little training soldiers even became cautious when breathing.

Chu Xingchen directly called the people in charge of training to lecture him.

He looked at one of them and said sternly: "Yang Wei, this is the boxing you taught them? Is this slow movement dancing? And with this strength, don't any of them eat? They practice like this every day, on the battlefield How to fight the enemy?"

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the next person in charge of gunnery training and said angrily: "Is this shooting you are practicing? Look at these results, are they all done with your eyes closed? Don't say you are from an independent group when you go out. Shameful."

"..."

None of the leaders could escape the reprimand. They all wanted to bury their heads low. It was terrible for the group leader to be angry.

After Chu Xingchen finished training, he told several people: "I will do random checks in the afternoon. If they are still not up to standard, the rest time in the evening will be cancelled, and we will train more."

Several people in charge replied loudly: "Yes, leader."

Returning to training again, they no longer dared to neglect and started practicing seriously.

"Old Chu, did you eat explosives this early in the morning? You are so angry."

Yang Xiangdong had come to the training ground a long time ago. When he saw his friend training, he didn't come forward until he put several people in charge back to the training ground and then he came over.

Chu Xingchen glared at him angrily: "You still have the nerve to say that you watched them train like this while I was resting? You are so incompetent as a political commissar."

Yang Xiangdong realized his mistake, touched his nose, and said with a smile: "Old Chu, you know I'm not good at this training thing."

Chu Xingchen snorted, it was just an excuse to be lazy.

Yang Xiangdong glanced at the soldiers on the training ground sympathetically, "Oh, your good days are over."

That look was rather gloating.

Chu Xingchen was notoriously strict in training soldiers.

Looking at the little soldiers who were so frightened that they dared not express their anger, Yang Xiangdong felt that as a political commissar, he must save these poor little soldiers of his own.

"Old Chu, let them practice. Let's go back to the office and tell you something."

How could Chu Xingchen not understand his stupidity, but he had other things to do, so he gave some instructions to the people in charge and left the training ground.

The soldiers on the training ground breathed a sigh of relief, and they no longer dared to take their training lightly.

Back in the office, Chu Xingchen dealt with the documents accumulated in the past few days.

Yang Xiangdong went back to his office, and then appeared again with a document bag.

It was one thing to rescue those little soldiers, but he did have something to discuss with his friends.

Yang Xiangdong sat down on the chair opposite the office and put the document bag in his hand on the table: "Old Chu, I have checked everything you asked me to check."

Chu Xingchen opened it and took a cursory look, then put it away, planning to finish the matter at hand and study it slowly.

He looked up at Yang Xiangdong: "Thank you."

Yang Xiangdong shook his head and said it was okay. He asked curiously: "Old Chu, why are you checking these?"

Chu Xingchen replied: "Of course it will work."

Yang Xiangdong:......

He sat up straight and said seriously: "Old Chu, there are some people here that we can't afford to offend. Although we don't know what you want to do, I still advise you to take your time."

While Chu Xingchen was processing the documents, he replied with the word "hmm".

Yang Xiangdong said: "Have you received the notification about studying in Beijing?"

"Well, I just came down yesterday."

"Hey, when are you leaving? I heard from my family that the situation there is not very stable recently."

"It will take another half a year. It should be over there by the time we go there."

"Who knows about this!" Yang Xiangdong muttered after he finished speaking, "I'm just afraid that I'll involve you in it."

The people there are more thoughtful than the others, and all of them have unusual backgrounds.

Chu Xingchen said lightly: "I'm not a vegetarian either."

Yang Xiangdong patted his head. Come on, he was worrying too much. As long as his friend was so evil, it would be better if he didn't deceive others.

Just as he was about to say something, the phone suddenly rang.

Chu Xingchen picked up the phone casually: "Hello."

Wang Zhiguo's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Chu, it's me."

Chu Xingchen didn't expect his father-in-law to call him. He was stunned for a moment. After he realized what he was doing, he immediately put down the documents in his hands and concentrated on answering the phone.

Ten minutes later, Chu Xingchen hung up the phone with a smile.

Yang Xiangdong asked curiously: "Whose phone number? I see you are happy."

Chu Xingchen curled his lips and replied, "It belongs to my father-in-law."

Yang Xiangdong pouted. He didn't have his father-in-law, so he wouldn't seek abuse.

He talked about some recent events.

My friend has been on vacation for the past few days, and he has been handling most of the work at hand. Now that he is back, he can finally be free.

After talking about business for a while, Yang Xiangdong returned to his office.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Chu Xingchen finished dealing with the things he had accumulated in the past few days.

He rested for a while with his head in one hand, then picked up the information Yang Xiangdong brought and studied it.

For a long time, he put down the information in his hand and stared at the word he had highlighted.

After pondering for a while, he picked up the phone and was about to dial. He hesitated for a moment and then put it back. He would make a decision after asking his wife in the evening.

I put down the information in my hand and went to the military prison again. Some of the guesses in my mind still needed to be confirmed.