The train driver in the courtyard

the next day.

"Patriotism, I've brought you the person you need."

As soon as Li Aiguo arrived at work, Section Chief Xing brought more than a dozen technicians to the studio and introduced them to Li Aiguo.

These comrades were all graduates of vocational high schools and had nearly six months of experience in motorcycle manufacturing.

What may not be much in later generations is an extremely valuable technical talent in this era.

"The department has already held a meeting and is fully supporting the motorcycle manufacturing work."

"Just send whoever you need."

"Use whatever equipment you need."

"The department will allocate an additional 300 jin of pork and 500 jin of refined wheat flour to your studio."

This research and development mission is different from the past. In the past, it was to earn foreign exchange and solve railway technology problems, but this time it is to compete with the Japanese.

As the saying goes, "It's not about steaming buns, it's about saving face," so naturally, the department should give it its full support.

Well, Li Aiguo now feels like he's become the first college student in the group.

"Section Chief, don't worry, we will definitely complete the manufacturing work in the shortest possible time."

The mission has now been upgraded from an ordinary mission to a political mission, Li Aiguo nodded emphatically.

"I've already communicated with the transportation department about the motorcycle driver's license exam and the establishment of the driving school. Once they give me a reply, I'll need your cooperation."

Section Chief Xing felt that Li Aiguo was too busy.

These days, there are no motorcycle licenses or tests; the transportation department has to step in to handle all of this.

"Section Chief, what you're saying is fine. We can just work a few more days of overtime." Li Aiguo didn't think it was a big deal.

After all, he wasn't idle in the Gobi Desert either; he earned another 1000 points and is now a big spender.

When Section Chief Xing heard this, he could only nod, because there was nothing he could do to help.

Section Chief Xing did consider setting up a dedicated research department, which Li Aiguo would lead, to train a group of senior technical personnel to share the burden.

He reported it to the Ministry of Railways, but the leaders there felt it was inappropriate and might affect Li Aiguo's normal work.

Li Aiguo's technical expertise is quite diverse, encompassing cutting-edge technologies in various fields. Mentoring newcomers would only waste his energy.

After Section Chief Xing left, Li Aiguo, based on his experience in developing twin-cylinder motorcycles, divided the technicians into five groups, each responsible for manufacturing different parts.

Li Aiguo then brought along untrained automotive experts to further localize the designed blueprints, making them easier to manufacture.

"Is this a motorcycle? It's huge!"

That evening, Chen Xueru saw the drawing Li Aiguo had made, and even just the outline surprised her greatly.

“This is a motorcycle racing car.” Li Aiguo picked up a crayon and started coloring the motorcycle.

"With a motorcycle this big, if it falls to the ground, a woman probably wouldn't be able to pick it up."

Chen Xueru doesn't understand motorcycles or their speed; she's only considering their weight.

"It's really difficult without training. This motorcycle is mainly for track use and goes very fast."

"Then we must take good safety precautions." Hearing this, Chen Xueru nodded.

This is the right way for women to experience motorcycling racing.

In later generations, those "motorcycle girls" would wear black stockings and cheap helmets, showing no sense of safety, and dare to ride motorcycles on the road.

Whether they rode fast or not, I don't know, but they were definitely reincarnated very quickly.

In fact, Li Aiguo really admires these motorcycle girls. Among so many so-called "girls," the motorcycle girls are the most dedicated.

Other women might sweat a little, chant some mantras, and feed mosquitoes, but the motorcycle woman goes to great lengths.

While Li Aiguo was drawing up racing motorcycle blueprints at home, a major conference was still going on in the transportation department's meeting room.

The topic of the conference was whether or not a driver's license should be mandatory for riding motorcycles.

Some leaders feel that motorcycles and bicycles look similar, and if motorcycles require a driver's license, shouldn't bicycles also require a driver's license?

Some argue that motorcycles, having been fitted with engines, should be classified as cars.

Soon, the topic shifted to whether motorcycles should be classified as motor vehicles.

This is a major issue affecting the entire country, so we can't afford to be careless. We've been discussing it for two days and even consulted experts, but there's still no result.

At this moment, a leader raised his hand: "This proposal was put forward by the Qianmen Locomotive Depot. It is said that they are designing a new motorcycle. Should we first find out what the motorcycle is really like before making a decision?"

The idea received immediate support.

Soon, Section Chief Xing received a notification from the transportation department and brought over some information about the Hongxing four-cylinder motorcycle.

"Four-cylinder engine"

Top speed 200 km/h

"207 horsepower"

"0-100 km/h acceleration in 2.3 seconds."

silent.

At that moment, the hall was completely silent.

It has the horsepower of a large truck and the speed of a small car.

They were drinking gasoline.

If this isn't a motor vehicle, then what is?

"If this thing is not driven properly on the road, it will definitely cause a major accident."

"I suggest that new rules and regulations be formulated immediately."

"A driver's license is required to drive on the road."

"But motorcycles are different from cars, so what kind of test will be conducted on them?"

"Don't make it."

"There are a lot of motorcycles at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot, and they're planning to open a motorcycle driving school. I think we should consult Comrade Aiguo about the driver's license examination system."

"I agree."

"The first subject is similar to the car subject, but it mainly focuses on motorcycle-specific knowledge, such as that you can only carry five people, no more."

Early in the morning, Li Aiguo arrived at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot workshop and met with experts from the transportation department.

Considering that the motorcycle test is related to the safety of drivers and pedestrians, Li Aiguo did not dare to be careless and carefully recalled the test content from his previous life.

"The road test mainly tests slalom, single-sided bridge, and hill start parking. For cars, the focus is on spatial awareness and vehicle position control, while for motorcycles, the focus is on balance and handling skills, with eyes guiding steering and knees controlling the throttle."

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"That's all." Li Aiguo nodded when he saw that the experts from the Ministry of Transport had all taken notes.

Actually, motorcycle tests are much simpler than car tests. As long as you control your speed and drive carefully, the level of danger is not high.

These were times when everything was in need of rebuilding, and the most prominent feature was high work efficiency. The transportation department quickly issued relevant regulations.

This caused quite a stir in Beijing and even across the country.

"It's really strange that you need to pay for riding an iron donkey."

"I heard the new motorcycle can reach speeds of up to 200 km/h."

"Where can I learn it?"

"I think it's the Qianmen Locomotive Depot. I heard they've opened a motorcycle driving school there now."

Inside the driving school at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot.

Lan Xiang was planning the management and training system for the driving school when he saw Li Aiguo come in and excitedly stood up.

As soon as he stood up, he grinned, his face contorted in pain.

"Old Lan, your leg injury hasn't healed yet, sit down quickly." Li Aiguo walked over and helped him to a chair.

"It probably left some aftereffects, but it's alright. Let me report on my work first." Lan Xiang picked up a document and handed it over:
"Comrade Patriot, the preparations for the driving school are basically complete. Shall we start recruiting students?"

Lan Xiang still felt like he was dreaming.

Six months ago, he was the second squad leader at Jinling Factory 219, responsible for training trench excavator trainees.

Due to an accident, in order to prevent damage to the trench excavator, Lan Xiang rushed forward without hesitation and was seriously injured.

After he recovered from his injury, Factory 219 planned to assign Lan Xiang to the logistics department as a deputy section chief, where he would only receive a salary and not do any work, essentially supporting him for life.

Lan Xiang, however, was unwilling.

Just then, the Qianmen Locomotive Depot was planning to open a motorcycle driving school, but it lacked a vice principal with good business skills and rich experience.

After learning about Lan Xiang's situation through the head of the 219 Security Section, Li Aiguo wanted to transfer Lan Xiang over.

Although the driving school mainly trains motorcycle drivers, it was still a contribution, and after much consideration, Lan Xiang finally agreed.

"Well done, Lao Lan." Li Aiguo was also a little surprised.

It should be noted that the Qianmen Locomotive Depot used to be just a training facility for drivers, a makeshift operation.

As expected of someone from a three-generation driving school background, Lan Xiang got the job in order in just over a week.

"The tuition fee at this driving school is eighteen yuan per student, which is quite expensive." Lan Xiang felt that not many people were willing to spend eighteen yuan to learn to ride a motorcycle.

Eighteen yuan can buy several hundred kilograms of cornmeal, enough to feed the whole family well for a month.

"Think about it, who are the main people who can afford to ride a four-cylinder motorcycle?"

"Children of high-ranking officials." Lan Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Four-cylinder motorcycles haven't even been produced yet. Take the current single-cylinder motorcycles, for example. They cost as much as seven or eight hundred yuan, which is really unaffordable for the average person.

"Then shall we release the recruitment information?"

"Let them out. Oh, and have the comrades from the Education Office put up slogans outside later." Li Aiguo thought for a moment and said, "For learning to ride motorcycles, go to Lan Xiang at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot."

"This, this isn't appropriate." Lan Xiang thought the slogan was catchy, but he was only the vice principal, so it wasn't right to just have his name attached to it.

“Comrade Lan Xiang, our driving school’s instruction in motorcycles is just the beginning. In the future, we will also teach large trucks, cars, bulldozers, and excavators. As the vice principal, it’s a good idea for you to use your name to advertise.”

Li Aiguo had already reported his idea to Section Chief Xing.

The department considered that although the driving school belonged to the Qianmen Locomotive Depot, its business was not closely related to the railway and could be considered a tertiary industry, so there was a sense of wanting to let it go.

Comrade Lan Xiang's specific role should be that of a spokesperson.

Lan Xiang hadn't expected Li Aiguo to have such great ambitions. After understanding the reason, he became excited as well.

"Comrade Aiguo, please rest assured, even if I have to risk my life, I will make the Qianmen Locomotive Depot Driving School the largest driving school in the country."

The news that the Qianmen Locomotive Depot had jointly established a motorcycle driving school with the transportation department quickly spread.

Ordinary people might not care, but the privileged kids from Beijing's high-ranking families have been eyeing motorcycles for a while now.

"Where's the best place to learn motorcycles? Lan Xiang from the Qianmen Locomotive Depot? That's interesting."

"Eighteen yuan registration fee? That's not expensive."

"It's been reported, it's been reported."

What young person doesn't dream of riding a motorcycle with a young girl on the back, speeding along the road?

In just a few days, the first batch of 200 trainees' spots were snapped up, and the Qianmen Locomotive Depot successfully earned 3,600 yuan.

After deducting wages and other expenses, the net profit was at least two thousand yuan, and Section Chief Xing was overjoyed.

"Running a driving school can be quite profitable."

On Li Aiguo's side, the manufacturing of Hongxing four-cylinder motorcycles has entered a regular phase.

Progress is very rapid.

As these are racing motorcycles, the structural strength requirements are very high. Therefore, the previous cast steel body has been abandoned, and high-strength die-cast molds are used instead.

Use plastic for other parts whenever possible.

"Aiguo, plastic is too brittle, it'll break if you touch it!" The wild car expert was the first to raise his hand in opposition when he heard Li Aiguo's idea.

"Plastic. Brittle. How can plastic be brittle?"

“The comb? My numerals were left out in the sun for a few days, and they broke when I tried to bend them.” Li Aiguo paused for a moment before realizing a problem.

The plastic he's talking about isn't the same thing the wild car expert is talking about.

ABS plastic, scientifically known as acrylonitrile-butadiene-styrene copolymer, is called plastic alloy in the chemical industry.

The word "alloy" already describes its properties.

This thing is heat-resistant, strong, and has a wide range of uses. From airplanes and cars to toilets, everything relies on it.

Even the water pipes in every household are made of engineering plastics.

We'll make whatever the people need; it's just a matter of a few hundred points.

As a liver expert, Li Aiguo is very arrogant.

I immediately opened the system and searched for technologies related to ABS plastic.

Polybutadiene latex preparation technology (100 points)

Graft copolymerization technique (100 points)

SAN Co-aggregation Technology (100 credits)

Blending and post-processing techniques (100 points)

Li Aiguo stared at the semi-transparent text beneath his eyelids, clenching his fist in excitement.

For just 400 points, you can acquire the complete technology for emulsion grafting and blending, which is an incredible deal.

Emulsion grafting and blending is the most common technique for manufacturing engineering plastics in later generations, and it already existed in this era.

However, due to the lack of SAN copolymerization technology and blending and post-processing technology, the engineering plastics produced have too many impurities, and the production process is very polluting.

Li Aiguo took a deep breath and clicked to buy.

Suddenly, a lot of profound knowledge appeared in my mind, and with the help of the system, this knowledge quickly became simple and easy to understand.

Li Aiguo closed his eyes and examined the specific technical details.

The system is indeed thoughtful, analyzing everything from chemical reactions to large-scale production processes in a clear and detailed manner.

The only problem now is.

Which chemical plant should we look for to take on this project?

A few years ago, this might have been particularly difficult for Li Aiguo.

After all, outsiders have no way of getting involved in large-scale research and production projects of chemical products like this.

Li Aiguo now has experience in developing diapers and has already found his way in the field.

After getting off work, Li Aiguo rode his bicycle straight to the weather station.

The farmer went to a meeting upstairs, and the old cat, unusually, stayed at the station.

"Aiguo, what brings you here?" Old Cat has been especially busy lately.

A while ago, a large number of corpses were transported back from the Gobi Desert. Each one needs to be identified; this is evidence of the Japanese invaders' crimes.

The geological exploration materials were also verified one by one in conjunction with the geological department. The meteorological station has been extremely busy lately.

"How's the investigation going?" Li Aiguo offered Lao Mao a cigarette.

"Don't even mention it, the results were plentiful, but," Old Cat said to a few meteorologists vomiting nearby, "those corpses were too gruesome, these young men couldn't handle it. But it's good this way, let them broaden their horizons, so they don't get diarrhea while on a mission."

"As for you, have you been busy with something new since you came here?"

“You really guessed right this time.” Li Aiguo then explained the matter of engineering plastics.

"What's with the 'thick' and 'thin' stuff?" Old Cat was completely confused and waved his hands repeatedly. "You'd better hurry up and go to the equipment department. I need to keep an eye on those lads and do some ideological work with them so they don't have nightmares in the middle of the night."

After the old cat left, Li Aiguo hummed a little tune as he returned to the equipment section.

Director Shu of the Equipment Department and the group leaders were already used to Li Aiguo's inconsistent work style, working only three days a week and then slacking off for thirty.

After exchanging greetings, Li Aiguo went into the office, drafted a document in the name of the meteorological station's equipment department, and stamped it.

Then he picked up the phone and contacted Wang Qingdian, a special expert from the Equipment Department.

Wang Qingdian has been working in the equipment department ever since he helped develop diapers.

I continue researching nitrogen fertilizers during the week, and in my spare time I help make time bombs and such, so it's a good fit for my major.

Wang Qingdian didn't actually have much research on chemical plastics; it's just that these aging workers all had a special ability: to summon people.

The chemical industry is actually quite similar to the sects in novels. When students encounter something they can't handle, they ask their teachers for help; if the teachers can't handle it, they ask their grandmasters for help.

What? You're not going to help?

That student has no other skills, but he has the ability to ruin your reputation in the education field.

You never see Yuan Lao worrying about hybrid rice, but he can't help but scratch his head when he talks about his students.

Sure enough, after realizing he couldn't handle it, Wang Qingdian directly suggested, "Currently, the only company in China with the most in-depth research on chemical plastics is Lanzhou Petrochemical."

Upon hearing the name, Li Aiguo remembered.

Lanzhou Petrochemical is one of the 156 key projects and the earliest synthetic rubber production base. Last year, it successfully produced the first emulsion styrene-butadiene rubber in China.

Lanzhou Petrochemical also took note of the research and production of engineering plastics abroad. In the 1970s and 1980s, it even developed its own technology and established a production line.

It was only due to the impact of foreign engineering plastics that they were ultimately forced to give up.

"Chief Engineer Liu from Lanzhou Petrochemical's Nitrile Butadiene Plant No. 2 used to be my bunkmate. He seems to have been researching this stuff all along. I'll help you get in touch with him."

Wang Qingdian immediately started calling people—no, he should have been calling the phone—to contact Lanzhou Petrochemical.

Lanzhou Petrochemical had already begun researching engineering plastics at this time. Upon learning of the breakthrough, Chief Engineer Liu was particularly surprised: "Old Wang, after all these years, you still haven't changed your old habits. You still like to fool people."

Currently, only Marburg, owned by the US, has mastered the production technology of engineering plastics, which is a top secret technology.

"Your lab doesn't even have a name, and you managed to create something like this?"

Wang Qingdian really couldn't reveal the name of the meteorological station's equipment department, and was thinking about how to persuade Chief Engineer Liu.

Li Aiguo wrote a few words and handed them over.

"The synthesis of polybutadiene latex by emulsion polymerization requires controlling the rubber particle size within the range of 0.1-0.4 micrometers and maintaining a bimodal distribution to optimize surface properties and toughness."

Upon hearing this, Chief Engineer Liu's eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth gaped open.

It took the lab three months and hundreds of experiments to figure out these precautions.

How did the other party find out?
"Wait here, I'm going to the capital right away."

A voice came through the phone, but before anyone could answer, the call was disconnected.

"This guy is so old, yet he's still as rough and clumsy as ever," Wang Qingdian said with a smile, shaking his head.

After confirming that Lanzhou Petrochemical had recently sent people to Beijing, Li Aiguo chatted with Wang Qingdian for a few minutes before preparing to leave. Wang Qingdian mysteriously pulled Li Aiguo back.

"Wait a minute, I've just invented something great." Wang Qingdian pulled a cigarette-like object from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is C4 plastic explosive. Just this little bit is enough to blow up an entire house."

Li Aiguo frowned as he looked at the cigarette: "Are you sure it's a good idea to put this thing in your pocket?"

"Don't worry, this explosive is very stable. Even if you shoot it, it won't explode. It needs a special detonator to detonate it."

Wang Qingdian was particularly confident.

Upon hearing this, Li Aiguo couldn't help but pick up a cigarette and glance at it; this thing would be quite suitable for demolition.

Especially in Africa, where the situation is particularly chaotic, Red Star Pioneer will inevitably be needed.

"Produce more; I'll have a great use for you."

"Don't worry, I love making explosives."

Seeing that Wang Qingdian seemed to have been rejuvenated, Li Aiguo also rode his bicycle home.

Life in the courtyard house remained as peaceful as ever.

The children played and frolicked, while the adults sat by the pool chatting with their bowls of rice in hand. Xu Damao remained hidden inside the house. Life was peaceful; there was no need to worry about bombs, bullets, or being robbed by bandits in the middle of the night.

People have long been accustomed to this and do not find it strange, as if it were simply how life is supposed to be.

but.

Is there anything in the world that should be this way?

And tens of thousands of kilometers away in Africa, something similar happened.

For example, this heavily armed mercenary team, dressed in standard uniforms, stayed up late at night and instead furtively surrounded the mining area developed by Red Star.

The motive is obvious.

"The target has been set; there are over 500 employees of Hongxing Mining in the area. (Gallic language)"

In a grove of trees five kilometers from the mining area, mercenary leader Gustave put down his night vision binoculars and picked up his communicator to report: "The target area is calm. According to Eastern customs, they wouldn't be looking for prostitutes; they should already be resting."

"Continue to confirm."

"Yes, boss." After turning off the communicator, Gustav spat on the ground, "These guys are really cowards."

Gustav was the leader of this mercenary force of over a thousand men.

Of course, Gustav is not his real name; someone like him would have long ago chewed up his real name and swallowed it.

Gusta was originally a soldier in the Santoko family, and also a leader stationed in Africa.

After San Dezi's failure, Gustav sensed that something was wrong. He took off his uniform, put on mercenary clothes, and became a mercenary with a group of men.

In the process, he also recruited many outlaws, gradually developing into a well-known mercenary group in Africa.

As it turned out, his foresight proved correct; those arrogant guys all got their comeuppance, but he's still alive today.

This may well have been partly due to the protection of the Gallic Crest Mining Company.

Gustave didn't actually have a good impression of the owner of Chris Mining.

He's too cowardly, like a Frenchman during World War II, he doesn't act like a man at all.

In his opinion, they should have rushed in long ago.

However, considering that the boss offered a whopping 100,000 francs, Gustave decided to grant this special request.

He raised his wrist to check the time, felt it was about time, and turned on the communicator: "Multiple confirmations complete. The target only set up two checkpoints on the perimeter."

"Alright, we can begin the operation now. Remember, no one can remain in the mining area."

"Yes, boss."

Gustav switched off the communicator, gestured to the mercenaries behind him, and relayed the order: "Kill them all, leave no survivors."

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"Boss, did these Red Star Pioneers workers sleep with the boss's wife?" The adjutant next to him pushed up his helmet. "Kill them all? That's too brutal."

“I don’t know.” Gustav raised his binoculars again to check the situation in the mining area: “But it’s also possible that he slept with the boss’s wife’s husband.”

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After confirming the situation again, Gustav took a deep breath and said in an icy voice, "All assault trucks, prepare."

"Boom boom boom boom"

More than a dozen trucks started up at the same time, turned on their lights, and were equipped with light and heavy machine guns and mortars.

"Follow my instructions: Group A will launch an assault, while Group B will hold a meeting to provide cover. The two groups will alternate until they break into the mining area."

"Yes."

"Understood, sir."

"Sao de Si Nai" (?)
"Hurrah!"

Gustav felt it was necessary to standardize the language.

But it doesn't really matter, since who knows how many people will survive to the next battle.

He waved his hand: "Attack!"

(End of this chapter)