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Chapter 54 There is someone above me! !

Zhang Chenfei turned his head and looked at the young man calmly: "How many days have you studied? How about you?"

"Me!!" The fat boy looked around, smiled evilly, and stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Chenfei to come over.

Zhang Chenfei raised his eyebrows and moved closer.

The young man leaned over and wanted to speak into his ear, but found that Zhang Chenfei was too tall.

Seeing this, Zhang Chenfei tilted his head a little thoughtfully and put his shorter right ear closer.

The young man nodded with satisfaction, leaned into Zhang Chenfei's ear, and whispered, "Me, I don't know how to type at all!" ! ! "

"Can't type?" Zhang Chenfei looked at him, "Then you won't leave?"

Didn’t you hear the cadre’s shout just now? ! !

The young man smiled mysteriously again: "You're already here, besides, there's someone above me!! The typist today is none other than me!!"

Yo? Zhang Chenfei's eyes flashed with light.

The fat boy said: "Brother, don't blame me. But there is no absolute fairness in the world. You will naturally understand this when you grow up."

Speaking of this, a trace of forbearance flashed in his eyes.

What's wrong with the handsome man in front of me? Just because it doesn't matter, should he be used as cannon fodder on his way to becoming a typist?
  He thought for a while and felt that he couldn't be so selfish, so he said, "Hey, forget it. Just think that I owe you what happened today."

"Remember, my name is Yang Baili. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to the machine repair shop office to see me."

Ah, this
  Zhang Chenfei calmly distanced himself from Yang Baili. He always felt that there was something wrong with this guy's mind. Could he be delusional? ? ?
  Because of the loudspeaker shouting just now, there are only three people left to take the typist exam.

After the judges discussed it, they simply let them enter the scene together.

The typist exam is simple and rough. There is no written test or interview. It is just a printer placed on the table for actual practice! !

The person in charge, Officer Mu, took the registration forms of Zhang Chenfei and the others and looked at them.

Zhang Chenfei looked at the people except Yang Baili and himself.

This man had a square face and his cheeks were red from the cold. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, and the cotton shoes on his feet still had holes. At first glance, he doesn’t look like a local, but rather like a rural person with poor family conditions.

It seemed that it was the first time for him to attend such a big occasion. The man was holding the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, feeling very embarrassed.

How could such a person have access to a high-end office machine like a typewriter before? Zhang Chenfei was a little curious.

Yang Baili on the side obviously thought the same thing. He leaned in front of Zhang Chenfei and muttered: "It's true that in this world, cats and dogs dare to apply for the typist exam."

The square-faced man obviously heard Yang Baili's voice, which was not very quiet. Hearing this, he became even more restrained.

He looked at Zhang Chenfei and his two men, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, Manager Mu frowned and shouted: "Everyone, be quiet and stop talking. Let me read the assessment order again. Niu Bacao is first, Yang Baili is second, and Zhang Chenfei is third."

"Niu Batai? Pfft!!" Yang Baili winked at Zhang Chenfei and smiled.

It seemed like the name struck a funny chord in him.

Zhang Chenfei once again distanced himself from him, thinking to himself, brain damage shouldn't spread through the air and droplets, right? Probably not?

Niu Bacao took a deep breath, ignored Yang Baili's strange eyes, took the manuscript handed over by the staff and slowly walked to the typewriter.

After reading the entire manuscript in detail, he put down the paper and was about to start working on it, when he was stunned.

A few minutes passed. Seeing that he had not made any move, the judges began to whisper among themselves. After Zhang Chenfei looked at the machine and the Niuba trough, he walked up to Secretary Mu and said, "Comrade, has this machine just been unpacked?"

Manager Mu nodded: "Yes, the new ones just arrived yesterday."

Zhang Chenfei nodded: "There is a lot of preparation work before using the new machine. It is difficult for Comrade Niu Bacao to operate it alone, so I will help him."

After seeing Manager Mu nodding, he went to Niu Bacao, found the wax paper and started to install it on the machine, and then set the character spacing.
  Niu Bacao watched him operate intently. When he came to his senses, he quickly helped to press the machine.

After the machine was debugged, Zhang Chenfei patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Don't be nervous, work hard."

The latter replied with a grateful smile and a flattering smile.

Niu Bacao adjusted his mentality, sat in front of the typewriter and started working. The crackling sound of keys soon sounded. Judging from his movements, it seemed that he was no stranger to typewriters.

Zhang Chenfei was very surprised. Looking at Niu Bacao's previous predicament, he thought that this man, like Yang Baili, had never touched a typewriter.

Who knew that after getting started, it would actually look good.

Soon, Niu Bacao printed out the assessment manuscript sent to him and handed it to Manager Mu.

After the judges circulated it, they nodded. There are about ten typos in the five hundred words, but they are still within the passing mark.

After Niu Bacao, it was Yang Baili's turn to take the assessment. When there was no one around Zhang Chenfei, he came over and whispered: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, but when you were studying, the master didn't teach you how to change paper? Adjust the machine?" Zhang Chenfei looked at him doubtfully.

When he followed Song Yanting before, he taught him all the steps step by step.

Moreover, Qian reminded me and Wan told me that after I join the work in the future, I must first check the word spacing and install the printing paper every day when I go to work.

"No, no one taught me." Niu Bacao said in a low voice, "I'm from a rural area and have never been exposed to a typewriter. In order to take the typist exam, I cleaned for free in a private factory while they typed. I learned it secretly when I was working as an employee.”

It is not easy to learn a craft in this era. Even if you want to learn to be a chef, repair a bicycle, etc., you still have to buy cigarettes, alcohol, and even money for the master.

He is a rural person with no money, no connections, and nothing. Wanting to learn typing is nothing more than a dream.

In desperation, he could only rack his brains and enter a factory with a typewriter, promising that he could work for free as long as food and accommodation were provided.

Jobs are tight in this era, but who can refuse free labor for free?
  In this way, while sweeping the floor and wiping the table every day, he took the opportunity to steal the teacher.

When people in the office are off work, they will virtually type on the typewriter with their hands to become familiar with the sequence of keys.

But due to the order of cleaning, it was almost noon when he cleaned the typing room every day. Perhaps because of this, I have never seen a typist change the paper and adjust the word spacing.

He was also a stubborn person. He always thought that a high-end machine like a typewriter could handle all problems automatically, so he didn't think too much about it.

As a result, when I took the exam, I found that the printer was out of paper, and my mind went blank.

"If I hadn't met you, I would have been doomed today." Niu Bacao said, and began to thank Zhang Chenfei again and again.

"Hey, it's a small thing, don't pay too much attention to it." Zhang Chenfei patted Niu Bacao on the shoulder, "But brother, you can do it. If you don't have any conditions, you have to create conditions."

Ambitious, ambitious, and willing to work hard for it. Given time, maybe it can become something big! !
  The two of them just chatted in whispers, and for a moment they forgot about Yang Baili who was taking the assessment.

It wasn't until Director Niu asked Yang Baili to start quickly without wasting time that the two of them looked at each other.

When he looked at it, he saw Yang Baili sitting in front of the typewriter, his legs crossed, motionless as if he was in trance.

"He, what is he doing?" Niu Bacao scratched his head in confusion.

(End of this chapter)