Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 106 The Fat Boy, Fifty Meters Tall and Tons in Weight

Wang Xiangbing hesitated for a long time in front of the Planning Office, pacing back and forth like a gorilla that had been locked in a zoo cage for ten years and had developed a rigid set of behaviors. He paced back and forth for a full three minutes before finally doing his ideological work and pushing open the door of the Planning Office.

It hasn't been implemented yet.

Damn it, Dondy.

"1047!"

Tang Di moved a chair and sat in the corner of the huge office of the Planning and Engineering Department. In front of him was a Foucault pendulum that was taller than a person, which was swinging endlessly.

Seeing this, the scattered staff and cadres of the Planning and Work Department quietly slipped out. Wang Xiangbing's arrival was timely; he must have specifically inquired about the Planning and Work Department's daily schedule. From 5:30 to 6:30 in the afternoon was the time when everyone went to the canteen for dinner, so there weren't many people in the office. Tang Di, as usual, didn't eat dinner, so he was the only one left in the office, making the Planning and Work Department feel empty.

As Wang Xiangbing entered, he saw Tang Di sitting motionless in a chair, like Bodhidharma facing a wall, meditating in silence.

The Foucault pendulum stands tall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling. Wang Xiangbing had long heard that 1047 was doing performance art and had set up a pendulum in his office. Upon seeing it today, he found it to be quite abstract, with a postmodern style.

"1047!" Wang Xiangbing pursed his lips tightly, his brows furrowed in a deep frown, as if he wanted to pierce through that slender figure with his fierce gaze, ready to pull out a pistol from his pocket and fire three shots into the back of the other's head the next moment.

Tang Di's body swayed slightly, his back hunched.

"I've come to apologize to you!" Wang Xiangbing said gruffly. "I'm here to apologize to you!"

"Apologize? What are you apologizing for?" Tang Di finally reacted. He turned around, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "The dignified Uncle of the Engineering Office, the No. 1 Electrical Engineer of the 151st Heaven, has condescended to come to the Engineering Office to apologize to me? I can't accept such a grand gesture."

"Stop being sarcastic. I admit I offended you the other day. It was my recklessness and my fault," Wang Xiangbing said. "You are the deputy chief engineer. You can report to the Central Military Commission to demote me, deduct my pay, put me in solitary confinement, and take away my subsidies. I will accept it all. But let's stick to official business and personal matters. You can come at me for anything, but please don't interfere with the work of Workshop 112."

"Do you think I'm settling a personal score?"

"Otherwise what? Workshop 112 has no grudge against you." Wang Xiangbing said, "Chaofeng has never provoked you either. Why did you cut off our water, food, and raw materials, cut off our supplies, and even plotted to transfer Wei Mao away?"

Tang Di gave a cold laugh.

He pointed to the Foucault pendulum in front of him and asked:

"Do you know what this is?"

"put."

"Do you know what this means?" Tang Di asked again.

"You... you've started selling?"

"Foucault my ass!" Tang Di held a crumpled cigarette between his fingers, pointing at Wang Xiangbing's forehead. "Use your brain and think about it, what makes the Foucault pendulum rotate?" "The Earth?"

“The Earth’s rotation.” Tang Di gave a cold snort, then slowly exhaled. “If you were sitting in my seat, looking at this pendulum, you would deeply understand how time passes day by day: from the discovery of the 095 Screw Angel to today, 304 days have passed; from the initiation of the Bharat Brahma Temple project to the present, 269 days have passed; from the completion of full-scale war preparations by Da Yi to the present, 96 days have passed. Every rotation of this Foucault pendulum means that the Screw Angel has passed over our heads three times. Is this a pendulum? This is a death knell.”

Tangdi paused:
"You say I'm using public resources for personal revenge? Do you think I really care about that big toy in Workshop 112? Wang Xiangbing, I'm the deputy general manager of 151, not you! I'm also the person in charge of Da Yi, not you! If I fail, then human history will end, and we won't even have the chance to be infamous for eternity! Compared to that, what is your Chao Feng? Wang Xiangbing, you know in your heart who is using public resources to satisfy their own selfish desires."

"Then put Wei Mao back."

“Because Wei Mao’s test results have continued to decline recently, I initiated a second review and confirmation of the qualifications of the megamachine pilot in accordance with regulations. This is necessary. We must ensure that Wei Mao is capable of completing this task. If he is not, then we will replace him with a backup. There is no room for discussion,” Tang Di said. “I have no personal grudge against him. We are handling this officially. Neither you nor I have the right to call him back.”

Wang Xiangbing was speechless after being bombarded with questions.

“I’ve always been upright and honest. I disdain underhanded tricks, unlike some people who hide in the shadows with a fork in their hand.” Tang Di slowly turned back, ignoring Wang Xiangbing. “Xiao Zhu! Show them out!”

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Tang Di used his position to settle personal scores and even killed someone to destroy their spirit.

Wang Xiangbing was as dejected as a defeated rooster, and work in Workshop 112 came to a standstill that day. Due to a lack of spare parts, "Chaofeng" could only hang in the workshop in a state of partial paralysis. That evening, Wang Xiangbing presided over a meeting of the cadres and employees of Workshop 112, where he made a full fifteen-minute accusation.

"Fuck you! What did I do? Am I apolitical? Am I unreasonable? Am I scheming? This is outrageous! Outrageous!"

So everyone knew that Wang Xiangbing had run out of ideas and had no other options.

Over the next two days, people often saw Wang Xiangbing wandering around the base in a daze. With his eyebrows drooping and his hands behind his back, he would mutter to himself and gaze at the lush forests of Nanshan with a heavy heart. He once pointed to the bushes by the roadside and asked someone, "Do you think there are any wild CNC machine tools in these mountains?"

Later, even Chen Yu found out about this. The headquarters has always been the gossip hub of the base. The staff officers are all sharp-eyed and have their ears open. The powerful intelligence network covers every corner of 151. Even the rat in the rat hole in the south corner of the construction office, the rat's distant cousin who cheated on her, and the weasel in the bushes at the bottom of the Nanshan Yikeshu lookout tower can't escape the headquarters' watchful eyes. Chen Yu quietly asked Shang Lu: I heard that your uncle's lifelong dream has been shattered.

Later, even Dingxiang found out about this. Taking advantage of the opportunity to come to see Chen Yu, she quietly asked Shang Lu: "I heard that the uncle in your office is infertile for life?"

In the end, even the business manager, who was obsessed with coal-fired pulse engines, found out about it. He quietly asked Shang Lu: "I heard that your office uncle is pregnant?"

Shang Lu nodded seriously and said yes, but unfortunately the birth was difficult and the baby had polio. His uncle was heartbroken. What a fat baby boy, fifty meters tall and weighing ten thousand tons!

"A shortage of machine tools?"

“There’s a lack of factories,” Shang Lu said. “We have materials, but no processing. All production capacity has been requisitioned, and we can’t even find a carpenter’s plane.”

As expected of the business manager, a seasoned veteran with extensive experience and broad knowledge, he was a man of few words. After listening to Shang Lu's explanation, Geng Sanqi slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "A processing plant? I have one!"

Shang Lu sat up abruptly: You have?
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(Author's note: Happy Chinese New Year everyone!)