Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1469 The furtive transfer order (4k)

Flame color? Anyone who works in chemistry is familiar with flame tests, even if everyone here is an organic chemist.

Engineer Pan was taken aback. Flame test could be used here? But he quickly realized it wasn't a flame test: "Committee Member Gao, do you mean to ignite it and observe the combustion?"

Gao Zhendong laughed and nodded: "That's right! That's exactly it. To put it this way, if the pre-oxidized wire is flammable and burns too quickly, it means the pre-oxidation is insufficient, which is no good; if it burns too slowly or even fails to burn, it means the pre-oxidation is excessive, which is also no good. It should be neither too fast nor too slow. As for what exactly constitutes 'neither too fast nor too slow,' you can just burn them and compare to see. This may require some accumulation, but it's quite quick to accumulate."

"Is it really that simple?" Engineer Pan, who had been troubled for quite some time by his inability to quickly obtain the quality of the pre-oxidized fiber, was somewhat taken aback.

"Yes, it's that simple. Actually, the principle is similar to how our old comrades in the 17th Ministry of Machinery Industry judged the quality of steel by the color of the molten steel. Although it seems simple, the underlying principle is still there. When we don't have the conditions, we have to create them. By the way, you can also judge the degree of pre-oxidation by shrinkage. By applying a certain load and observing the shrinkage ratio of the pre-oxidized wire in the flame, you can also judge the degree of pre-oxidation. This method is more quantitative and has data to rely on, but it is more troublesome."

Engineer Pan never expected that the solution that he and his team struggled to find, which was difficult to achieve in terms of speed, ease of operation, cost, and other comprehensive performance aspects, would come so easily to Committee Member Gao. He even thoughtfully provided two solutions: one was quick and convenient but could only provide qualitative analysis and required some experience, while the other was slightly more complicated but could provide quantitative data output so that ordinary colleagues could quickly master it.

Even though he had dealt with Gao Zhendong a lot, he still found it hard to get used to Gao Zhendong's occasional amazing performances.

It's mainly because it's too fast, too effective, and too simple.

"Committee Member Gao, I'll have them try it out as soon as I get back, and summarize a set of experiences and methods." Although this method cannot prevent the production of substandard pre-oxidized fiber, it can at least prevent substandard pre-oxidized fiber from entering the next process.

Moreover, it can also feed back into the improvement of the pre-oxidation process, allowing for a quick assessment of the quality and enabling adjustments and improvements to the pre-oxidation process as soon as possible.

Mr. Wei, who hadn't dealt with Gao Zhendong much, stared at the two men in front of him in astonishment. He finally understood why Lao Pan and his team were so fast in getting into carbon fiber.

To be honest, he hadn't really figured this out before. After all, carbon fiber, let alone in China, and even abroad where it had been studied for a long time, was still a struggle to develop new processes and production technologies. The speed at which Engineer Pan and his team were working on carbon fiber was clearly beyond the norm.

The root of the problem lies here. Committee Member Gao is not only responsible for solving issues related to routes and theories, but also for providing numerous and excellent solutions in practical operations.

With a leader like that, it would be a miracle if this thing wasn't fast.

At this moment, General Manager Wei's confidence in aramid fibers was unprecedented.

After seeing off the two who were overjoyed with their unexpected gains, Gao Zhendong sat down and continued his work.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The person who came in was Zheng Liangshu, the factory director of the Third Branch Factory.

Zheng Liangshu's time at the Third Branch Factory was neither long nor short, but he was very content. Not to mention his work, in terms of rank, he never moved and just followed the rank of the Third Branch Factory upwards, saving himself a lot of trouble.

Under normal circumstances, without any delays, it's impossible to get promoted by half a level in three years. Most people might be transferred around at the same level. In three years, let alone a promotion, getting a slight improvement in internal ranking would be considered a good achievement.

Zheng Liangshu's speed, when calculated carefully, is much faster than being promoted by half a rank every three years.

Therefore, Comrade Zheng is very satisfied with his current situation, and his cooperation with Gao Zhendong is excellent.

Gao Zhendong was also very comfortable. The miscellaneous matters he needed to care about were reduced to the extreme by Comrade Zheng. Others might worry about whether they were being sidelined, but for Gao Zhendong and the Third Factory, this was not a problem.

"Hey, Lao Zheng, what's up?" Seeing Zheng Liangshu holding several documents, Gao Zhendong knew that there were probably some things he needed to sign.

After all, no matter how few miscellaneous tasks there are, they can never be reduced to zero. Each task is a task, and there are many procedures and regulations that cannot be bypassed.

"Hmm, it's a small matter, but you must review and sign it first," Zheng Liangshu said with a smile.

"Sit down, sit down, make yourself some tea," Gao Zhendong said, taking the documents as he offered. Between the two of them, Gao Zhendong didn't need to make tea; Zheng Liangshu was quite adept at it.

"Hey, your tea is really good, it's made my palate so discerning," Zheng Liangshu joked as he picked at his tea. But those in the know understand that many jokes are just jokes in form, but the content is true.

Zheng Liangshu personally made a trip just to deliver a few documents; it would be an exaggeration to say that he wasn't after Gao Zhendong's tea.

"A transfer order?" Gao Zhendong immediately understood why he had to review it personally. In the Third Factory, personnel transfers were far more sensitive than fund transfers. Money could be spent freely, but transferring even one person required a tremendous amount of effort.

Zheng Liangshu could make most of the decisions himself in the former case, but in the latter case, without Gao Zhendong's permission, even the Emperor himself couldn't make any changes.

A transfer request letter is a letter issued by an employer to its former employer to negotiate the transfer of personnel. Generally, the transferred personnel first communicate with the new employer, and then the new employer sends the letter to the former employer. Whether the transferred personnel communicate with the former employer or not depends on the circumstances.

"Yes, this was agreed upon, no problem. It's something our colleague urgently needs, and I'm also willing to do it due to family reasons, no problem..."

Gao Zhendong was quick to see the potential. As a de facto training base for senior researchers in several fields, he did not actually reject sending out outstanding comrades.

After signing several documents, Gao Zhendong looked at a commercial transfer letter and began to have some doubts.

“That’s impossible. I saw Ma Juan at the Southwest Institute these past few days, and I haven’t heard that she wants to transfer there.”

The above are all standard practices. However, some organizations are so eager to recruit talent that they don't consult with the personnel themselves and directly exploit the loopholes to request transfers from their original units. However, this situation is very rare, but it seems that this is one such example.

Zheng Liangshu raised an eyebrow: "I knew it. I found it strange when I saw this transfer request letter. How could our unit send the transfer request letter before communicating with us first? That's why I specially brought it over for you to see."

It's not easy for people in the Third Factory to get in, and it's not easy for them to get out either. The key problem is that the people in the Third Factory themselves are unwilling to leave.

Good pay, high achievement, many results, and fast promotion—I wouldn't trade that for even a god.

Therefore, if someone were to leave the Third Branch Factory, there must be a very compelling reason that is difficult to refuse. In such cases, either the individual would first request permission from the Third Branch Factory and receive approval before the receiving unit sends a letter, or the Third Branch Factory, for the sake of the overall situation, would proactively transfer personnel and would communicate with the transferred personnel before completing other formalities. Since this transfer letter was vague and incomplete, Zheng Liangshu naturally did not believe it.

"Okay, wait while I make a call." Gao Zhendong picked up the phone.

"I am Gao Zhendong, hello director..." After a few pleasantries, Gao Zhendong got down to business.

"Director, this transfer request from Comrade Ma Juan came rather suddenly. Was it Comrade Ma Juan's idea to directly ask you to handle it?"

The director on the other end spoke somewhat evasively: "No, no, the situation is like this, our integrated fire and rocket system, as well as some other control systems, have very high requirements for RTOS. We really need core RTOS R&D personnel like Comrade Ma Juan, so we thought we'd discuss it with you, to see if you, Commissioner Gao, could be so reluctant as to let Comrade Ma stay with us."

Gao Zhendong laughed: "Director, it's no problem if you need the person, and the timing is negotiable. However, issuing a transfer request directly is a bit sudden. We haven't even consulted Comrade Ma Juan's own wishes before deciding on her job change, which is a bit inappropriate. Here's what we'll do: just tell us how long you want to use her, and we'll approve it. As for the transfer itself, we should postpone it and at least consult Comrade Ma Juan's opinion."

Regarding transfers, Gao Zhendong values ​​the individual's wishes. Unless it's a very special task, he generally handles related matters by combining work needs with his personal preferences.

Talented individuals are rare, but they are not uncultivable. Moreover, even if they leave the Third Branch Factory, it doesn't necessarily mean they can't do the work of the Third Branch Factory.

The other person laughed: "Yes, yes, yes, you're right, Committee Member Gao. Let's take a break then."

So easy to talk to? This was quite unexpected for Gao Zhendong. In the past, if they couldn't get the people they wanted, they would almost always resort to persistent pleading and cajoling. He didn't expect the comrades from the Southwest Institute to give up so quickly?

However, since the other party had already agreed to postpone it, Gao Zhendong couldn't possibly keep asking him, "Why don't you want it anymore?" That would be crazy.

After exchanging a few words, Gao Zhendong hung up the phone.

"What? It seems quite unexpected?" Zheng Liangshu took a sip of tea and asked Gao Zhendong with a smile.

"Hmm, I always felt that the Southwest Institute's transfer request was sent out in a haphazard way, and the wording was strange. I don't understand it." Gao Zhendong tossed a cigarette to Zheng Liangshu, still a little confused.

Zheng Liangshu, however, was quite philosophical about it: "Who cares? Just follow the rules."

Gao Zhendong thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply shook his head: "That's right. Come on, let's play a game of chess?"

Zheng Liangshu grabbed Gao Zhendong's tea canister and ran away, saying, "No, I don't play Connect Four."

As everyone knows, the only game Chief Engineer Gao can play is probably Gomoku (Five in a Row). Unfortunately, this game is roughly at the bottom of the hierarchy of serious board games, so finding someone to play with him would be quite difficult.

Watching Zheng Liangshu flee in disarray, Gao Zhendong nodded smugly. He had subdued the enemy without a fight and couldn't find a worthy opponent. How lonely!
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At a research institute under the Ministry of Applied Chemistry, a group of colleagues gathered around a calcining furnace, waiting for the latest samples to be produced.

If someone unfamiliar with the area came here, they would probably doubt that they had come to the wrong place. Isn't this the territory of the Applied Chemistry Department? Why does this group of people in front of them look like they are from the Seventeenth Machine Department? That furnace, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like something from the Applied Chemistry Department; it looks more like something for firing bricks.

In fact, what the comrades were burning was indeed bricks, but these bricks were somewhat special.

—Ferrite brick.

Anything that comes in individual pieces can be called a brick, no problem.

"The furnace temperature has dropped below 300℃, take the sample out!" Looking at the bright red numbers on the LED digital tube, the colleagues in the Applied Chemistry Department couldn't wait any longer.

Several comrades carefully took out the ferrite sample from the sintering furnace with their tools. It was not a good thing if this thing fell on the ground or on the comrades' feet.

"Are the XRD tester and soft magnetic AC measuring instrument ready?" Although the place is the Applied Chemistry Department, the people here are actually a mixed bag, coming from several industries.

"The soft magnetic AC measuring instrument is ready! The truck that will deliver the samples to the XRD department is already waiting," a colleague reported.

XRD is an instrument that determines the crystal structure of a material by diffraction of X-rays.

The Applied Chemistry Department doesn't have this stuff; it has to be sent to the 17th Ministry of Machine Building. The comrades there have already debugged the equipment and are on high alert, just waiting for the sample to be sent.

Several thermocouples were placed on several samples. The comrades watched the red numbers on the thermocouple reading gauges slowly decrease, and their anxiety grew.

The closer you get to the last few steps, the slower time seems to pass, and the harder it becomes to endure. People who frequently suffer from diarrhea may understand this feeling quite deeply.

If it weren't for the fact that the operation absolutely forbids it, some colleagues would have loved to pour water on the samples.

"Alright! The temperature has dropped!"

Once the temperature of a sample had finally dropped to a level suitable for testing, one colleague eagerly picked up the sample the moment the readings matched and headed towards the room where the soft magnetic AC measuring instrument was located, followed by a large group of colleagues.

"How much? How much?" The comrades from other ministries couldn't help but ask, watching the comrades from the Twelfth Ministry of Machine Building operate the instruments skillfully and quickly, still finding it too slow.

"Don't rush, don't rush." ​​The comrade from the Twelfth Ministry of Machine Building said while winding enameled wire around the sample magnetic ring, "If you wind it wrong, the measurement will be inaccurate. I know you are in a hurry, but don't rush. I am even more anxious than you, but I can't rush."

This string of tongue twisters completely confused the comrades.

After the comrade finished winding the sample and connected it to the soft magnetic AC measuring instrument, he began to set the parameters rapidly.

1MHz, magnetic flux density 30mT, 25℃, loss analysis mode...

(End of this chapter)