Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 36 Broadcaster, Jiang Xiaohua

"Rob you? How can there be robbery in this dance?"

The more Father Chen listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"Then do you think anyone can dance with me?" Chen's mother raised her chin proudly.

"If you want to dance with me, you have to grab it! Even if you grab it, if he doesn't dance well, I still won't be happy to dance with him."

After saying this, Mother Chen picked up the floral water on the table and sprayed it on herself.

"Behave yourself at home and take care of the kids. I'm going out."

Mother Chen gave instructions as if admonishing a child, and then walked out the door happily.

Through the gate, Father Chen could still hear the noises coming from Mrs. Wang next door:
"Jiuxiang, why are you out so late today? If you go too late, people will start."

"I'm worried about mosquitoes at night. I'll spray some toilet water. Let's go!"

Listening to the laughter of Chen's mother and Mrs. Wang outside the yard, Chen Lingling sighed:
"It's our mom's fault! This outfit is so cool."

Chen Lihong brought a plate of dried cucumbers: "Don't tell me that,"

"Tonight at the kindergarten, I heard other children's grandfathers saying they had to hurry home to cook for their children so they could go to the Workers' Cultural Palace early to dance with their mothers."

"You don't know, my mom is always popular at the Workers' Cultural Palace. I guess I inherited my dancing talent from her."

The more Chen's father listened, the darker his face became.

"These old guys, why don't they just stay at home? Why are they so restless?"

Chen Luyang smiled and said, "Dad, I think you should go and dance too."

"When you two, the male and female devils, wash the dance floor in blood, that's so exciting!"

Father Chen looked disdainful: "Dancing? That's all leftover from my youth. I don't care about it anymore."

"Besides, who wants to dance with a bunch of old women?"

Chen Luyang looked at Chen's father's waist, which was like a water tank, and said happily:

"Indeed, with your physique, Dad, if you trip over your dance steps, the old lady won't be able to handle it."

"Get out of here!" Chen's father cursed.

"Dad, what are you going to do?"

Watching Chen's father walking out in his slippers, Sun Zhigang asked a question.

"I'm going to the river to cool off. It's so hot."

Chen Luyang smiled and said, "Hehe."

"Just listen to his story. I guess Dad must be worried and went to the Workers' Cultural Palace to see Mom."

……

The next day, Chen Luyang arrived at the fusion workshop early to start a new day of translation work.

Although there are few people in the fusion workshop, the work pace is very fast.

A group of technicians and engineers devoted themselves to research, and the daily work progress was almost rapid.

Often, they were still arguing over a few parts a few hours ago, but after lunch, they started solving new problems.

Although I am a bit busy and the workload is a bit heavy,

But the working environment is simple and Chen Luyang feels comfortable there.

At noon, accompanied by the crackling sound of electricity from the radio station, a soft and pleasant female voice came from the loudspeaker:
"Dear factory colleagues, hello everyone, the Voice of Machinery radio station is here to meet you again today."

"I'm the broadcaster, Jiang Xiaohua."

Chen Luyang paused while writing.

The cunning and graceful female educated youth on the day of recruitment instantly came to my mind.

"She actually entered the radio station!"

Chen Luyang was surprised but also a little surprised.

For a quirky girl like Jiang Xiaohua, it is absolutely perfect for her to work in the propaganda and radio stations.

I put down my pen and listened for a while.

Although the content of the broadcast was nothing more than reading newspapers, playing some news, and indirectly playing a few songs, Jiang Xiaohua's voice was sweet, and her tone was very rhythmic.

Listening to her speak is like listening to singing. Even the news makes people feel very happy.

When Chen Luyang was taking a break, sitting on a stool, drinking herbal tea and listening to the radio,
Suddenly, the office door was knocked open and a middle-aged man walked in hurriedly.

"Xiao Chen, is your translation here wrong?"

Lao Feng placed a stack of data and a drawing on Chen Luyang's desk, and pointed at the circle drawn in pencil on the drawing.

"Look, this is a half-axle structure drawing."

"Normally, the half-shafts on the drive axle are rigidly connected to the main reducer's axle housing, forming a single beam. However, according to the material you translated, the half-shafts and drive wheels on both sides cannot swing relative to each other, and theoretically, the car cannot operate."

Old Feng held a pencil in his hand and pointed out each piece of hardware with the pencil, as if he was afraid that Chen Luyang would not understand.

However, even though he pointed it out, Chen Luyang still didn't understand.
After all, he is a translator, not a mechanic.

He couldn't understand anything except circles and bars.

After listening to Lao Feng's story with a confused look on his face,

Seeing that Lao Feng wanted to continue talking to him, Chen Luyang quickly interrupted him:
"Brother Feng, wait for me to look at the information first."

Chen Luyang took the original material and the translated material and compared them carefully. Out of caution, he opened the dictionary again and compared the meanings of the words one by one. Then he said:
"Brother Feng, that's what the information says. Why don't you go back and study it?"

"Is this what it says in the document?!" Old Feng was stunned.

"This shouldn't be the case!"

"If we do it this way, the drawing is totally wrong and cannot be applied in practice at all!"

Chen Luyang showed a helpless expression.

He was only responsible for translation. He really didn't understand the specific drawings or machine structure.

"Brother Feng, how about you draw it again?"

"It's pointless! This information is wrong. Even if I redraw it 10 times, it's still wrong!"

Old Feng became anxious and his voice became louder.

"what happened?"

Cao Qinghang heard some strange noises in the office and walked in worriedly.

Chen Luyang and Lao Feng briefly recounted the matter of the drawings. Cao Qinghang frowned and said:

"Which part is wrong? Let me take a look."

"right here."

Old Feng took out the drawing he had just taken and placed the materials translated by Chen Luyang next to it for comparison.

Cao Qinghang carefully read the materials and studied the drawings for a while. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Wrong."

Lao Feng slapped his thigh and said, "I said the translation was wrong!"

Cao Qinghang shook his head: "It's not the translation that's wrong, it's you who's wrong."

Old Feng's expression froze.

Cao Qinghang picked up a pencil and ruler: "You drew the wrong position of the bearing."

Saying,

Cao Qinghang bent down, placed the ruler steadily on the drawing with his left hand, and quickly drew a new drawing with a pencil according to the contents of the translated materials.

Chen Luyang had never seen anyone drawing a blueprint on the spot, so he curiously stretched his neck to take a look.

Although the shapes and data of the two drawings are almost identical at first glance.

However, the position of one of the bearings is moved several scales to the left compared to Lao Feng's.

After these scales, the rest of the parts were moved accordingly.

"So that's it!"

Old Feng was unconvinced at first, but after seeing the position of the bearing after it moved, his expression gradually became clear.

(End of this chapter)