Traveling through the sword to engage in military industry

The Prime Plane.

Nine-Eye Bridge.

Ren Zhong looked at the huge school gate sign, a little hesitant. He thought about his commission, which was somewhat embarrassing, and he didn't know if anyone would accept it.

But since he was already here, Ren Zhong wouldn't return empty-handed.

Ren Zhong took a deep breath, smoothed his hair, and walked into the school gate with a hint of suave confidence.

After a few twists and turns, Ren Zhong found the School of Mechanical Engineering. The red paint on the exterior walls of the school seemed solemn and solid in Ren Zhong's eyes.

Walking into the school building, Ren Zhong's eyes glanced at the signs: Department of Materials Forming and Control Engineering, Department of Testing Technology and Control Engineering, Department of Mechanical Engineering!

This was it. Ren Zhong stared at the sign of the Mechanical Engineering Department, found the department office, knocked gently on the door, and walked in.

Inside was a young man with heavy black-rimmed glasses, who looked like an intellectual. He heard the sound, looked up, and asked, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

The young man asked in Mandarin with a slight local accent.

"Hello, teacher! I'm Ren Zhong, the chairman of Zhuoyou Toys Company. I want to find a professor in our Mechanical Engineering Department to cooperate on a project. I don't know which professor I should look for in the field of machine tool design?" Ren Zhong stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Oh, it's a horizontal project cooperation? I don't know what type of machine tool you want to design? How much research funding are you prepared to invest?" The young man listened to Ren Zhong's introduction, adjusted his glasses, and began to show a little interest.

"We hope to design a human-powered punch press with a punching force of more than one ton, for use by mechanical processing artisans in areas lacking electricity in Africa and Latin America. The simpler the structure and the lower the cost, the better. Teacher, how much money would it take to develop such a project?" Ren Zhong doubled the performance indicators of other manual punch presses he had found in his research.

"Manual punch press?" The young man frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Chairman Ren, we are now developing CNC machine tools. This kind of simple manual punch press has no technical content. Generally, we don't do this kind of project anymore."

Hearing the other party's direct refusal, a trace of disappointment appeared on Ren Zhong's face. He originally thought that this matter would be simple for a professional professor at a 985 university, but who knew that it was too simple and they had no interest in doing it at all!

"Teacher, where can I find a teacher who can design a manual punch press? We are really optimistic about the sales prospects of this product, and the project research and development funding can be more." Ren Zhong asked cautiously.

"Chairman Ren, this is not a matter of money, but manual punch presses and CNC punch presses are two different systems. Generally, those engaged in machine tool research don't need to re-study for a very niche project. In terms of project funding, the research and development of a CNC machine tool starts at several million or even tens of millions. You probably can't afford to invest so much funding in a manual punch press, right?" The young man had a good temper and patiently explained to Ren Zhong.

"For this kind of project, you might as well find an experienced master in mechanical processing, such as finding an eighth-grade fitter to help you design and manufacture one, which might cost only a hundred or eighty thousand."

"Thank you, teacher! Sorry to bother you." Ren Zhong sincerely thanked him.

Although this trip was unsuccessful, he at least found a direction.

However, Ren Zhong was too embarrassed to ask where to find an eighth-grade fitter.

Of course, Ren Zhong knew what the concept of an eighth-grade fitter was. Although society doesn't mention it much now, and there is no longer this level of award, with the highest being the chief technician, it doesn't prevent Ren Zhong from knowing that an eighth-grade fitter is the ceiling of mechanical processing.

"Hello, big sister, do you know where Grandpa Cao lives? You know, Grandpa Cao who is very good at making ping-pong paddles."

Ren Zhong carried some fresh fruits and asked someone near Shishi Middle School.

"You mean Grandpa Cao who makes ping-pong paddles? He's in Unit 3, Building 2 behind the dandan noodle shop diagonally opposite Shishi Middle School. It's easy to find. Just shout Grandpa Cao downstairs."

After Ren Zhong found the approximate address of a local eighth-grade fitter, he went directly to the door to find him according to the map. Sure enough, he casually found someone on this street and asked, and he found out the address of this Grandpa Cao.

Ren Zhong came to the building that person said, looked up, and really shouted loudly: "Grandpa Cao, Grandpa Cao, are you home? Someone is looking for you."

"Who is it?" The window on the second floor opened, and an old lady looked downstairs and asked.

"Hello, auntie, does Grandpa Cao live here?" Seeing someone responding, although it wasn't Grandpa Cao himself, Ren Zhong was still energized.

"Yes, what do you want him for? Lao Cao went out to buy groceries." The old lady saw that Ren Zhong didn't look like a bad person and replied.

Ren Zhong stood up and watched an old man wearing a dark blue hat and a red velvet suit walk in, holding several bags of groceries in one hand.

"Lao Cao is back. This young man is President Ren. Their company said they want to develop a manual punch press and want you to help." The old lady greeted him and took the vegetables from Grandpa Cao's hand. "You two talk first and see if you can help with this."

"President Ren, sorry to keep you waiting." Grandpa Cao seemed to have a cheerful personality. "Sit, sit, don't be polite at my house. Lao Fan, change President Ren's tea."

"Grandpa Cao, don't bother, I just refilled my tea, so I won't bother Aunt Fan." Ren Zhong said politely, "I came in a hurry this time, sorry to bother you."

"Grandpa Cao, it's like this. I'm doing foreign trade business, but not simple commodities. We understand that many poor places in Africa and Latin America can't even supply electricity stably. Many local handicraft mechanical processing still relies on hammers and other primitive methods. Therefore, after market research, we want to develop some manual mechanical processing equipment for these handicraft customers, such as manual punch presses, to help them achieve faster and better mechanical processing production."

After the pleasantries, Ren Zhong slowly introduced his ideas to Grandpa Cao.

"Of course, we will offer this consulting fee according to market conditions."

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