Chapter 258 Oil

Two days later, the complicated affairs of receiving newcomers were basically completed. The enlarged meeting of the base was held in the conference room. All department heads gathered together. Fang Jian looked at the dozens of heads of different departments sitting below, sighed in his heart, and turned around and said to Pan Fuming: "Lao Qi, didn't you think we would be today before, right?"

"Hehe, it's all Brother Jian's credit." Pan Laoqi just smirked.

"Lao Qi! Don't be too happy too early. Now it's more troublesome and less easy than before. There will be more things to do. By the way, if you cooperate more with the Minister of Township Jin, he has some experience in administrative management," said Fang Jian. The short Minister of Township Jin was appointed as Pan Laoqi's deputy.

Gong Zheng's opening report briefly talked about the recent situation of the base. Fang Jian only heard about the gains and losses of the rescue of the refugees this time. He used more than 10,000 bamboo arrows, damaged more than 50 crossbows, consumed nearly 100,000 bullets, and six tung oil pokes, more than 10,000 mould oil, more than 1,000 other diesel, barbed wire, etc. Fang Jian had a headache when he heard it. Of course, the more than 2,000 refugees rescued had been placed in various departments according to their respective strengths.

Then all departments reported on their work. The chemical plant reported that bullet-launched drugs and explosives had been synthesized, but the output was limited. Fang Jian was overjoyed. As long as there was a great progress, there was hope. He immediately instructed Gong Zheng to tilt the materials and personnel to the chemical plant. Professor Zhang from the refinery took out two plastic barrels. Everyone looked at him, not knowing what he had taken out.

"Old Zhang! What are you holding?" Fang Jian asked curiously. He has always respected the old man very much.

"Haha, this is the gasoline and diesel we extracted in the laboratory"

Old man Zhang said happily, shaking his white-haired head.

"What? I'll almost wipe out the smoke?"

Fang Jian was stunned and hurriedly asked the smokers in the conference room to wipe out all the smoke.

"Old Zhang! Is this really diesel or gasoline in the barrel?" Fang Jian still disbelief.

"Of course, it's purer than the ones in the gas station," Professor Zhang said with a red face.

"Let's try it with your oil?" Fang Jian asked tentatively.

"Hmph, just try"

Old Man Zhang said dissatisfiedly and walked out the door with the bucket.

Everyone hurriedly chased after him. After the originally dull meeting was mixed up, everyone looked lively outside the door.

The two cars drove to the playground, pulled out the oil stored in the fuel tank, and poured in the gasoline and diesel extracted by Professor Zhang. The car started to fire, and the engine made a gentle sound. The car ran happily in the playground.

Everyone shouted loudly, Fang Jian was secretly happy. This old man Zhang is really a treasure talent!

"Old Zhang, what else can you produce besides diesel and gasoline?" Fang Jian asked.

"There are so many. Different things can be produced by reacting with different materials, so there are so many!" Professor Zhang said with a proud look on his face.

"Then you keep researching and researching all the other oils you need! Mr. Zhang, how much diesel production can be now?" Fang Jian asked.

"This, this has not been mass-produced yet! It is still in the experimental stage."

Old Man Zhang no longer felt proud and said in a low voice.

"Oh! That old Zhang, what else do you need?"

Although Fang Jian was a little disappointed, his face remained calm.

"A lot of people are needed, including talents, laboratories, equipment, Brother Jian, and the tung oil reserves are not sufficient."

"Gong Zheng, come here"

Fang Jian called Gong Zheng and said, "Professor Zhang has priority to arrange the things and talents he needs, and he should also care more about his life. By the way, Professor Zhang has priority to choose so many people he rescued."

Professor Zhang waved his hand quickly and said, "Life is enough, mainly talent, and can you send Lao Xu back to be responsible for the production of the factory?"

The old Xu he mentioned is Director Xu, who is now in charge of the chemical factory.

Fang Jian thought for a while and said, "We need to collect tung oil matters as soon as possible. We also need a variety of tung trees. It is not necessarily on the mountain, but also on the flat ground outside. Just send someone to armed protection when harvesting."

"Brother Jian, other oils can also make biodiesel, including gutter oil," Professor Zhang said hurriedly.

"Is that true? If you explain these with the Planning Department more, they will also tilt towards the refinery," Fang Jian said happily.

Professor Zhang's episode relaxed the atmosphere of the meeting and added a lot of confidence to the others present. With the development of oil bases, the information is enough to inspire people.

Fang Jian's mood improved and listened to the reports from various departments with interest. In addition to praising everyone's efforts, he also affirmed that he would strive to open up new planting land outside the mountain next year.

The factory led by Fang Jianping contributed the most and made the greatest contribution. From the construction of the base basic industry, to the equipment of chemical factories and oil refineries, from the production of cold weapons such as big knives, spears, bows and crossbows to the maintenance of guns, to the production of mortars, everything is the contribution of the factory, and it is the efforts of Fang Jianping and his apprentices. In addition to being grateful to the white-haired brother standing in front of him, Fang Jian also had a heartfelt respect. Fang Jian held the newly produced 81 rifle from the factory in his hand, and felt even more moved.

"The production line we dismantled from the arsenal has been debugged. This is the rifle we tried to produce and is under test. We have made some improvements to this gun. We have installed a folding bayonet under the barrel and made of tool steel. In the future, our soldiers will no longer have to carry spears. However, the output is not high now. In the future, we will also produce a large amount of submachine gun. The bullet puller has been repaired and can produce bullets, but the materials are insufficient and the output is very small."

Fang Jianping made a brief report, but everyone here knew the great significance it contained. This was achieved by the workers and masters at a huge price. Thunderous applause burst out in the conference room.

(End of this chapter)

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