Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 37 Where are the Japanese experts?
"That's what I told you! This way, the force transfer block is in the correct position!"

"If it's correct, then get back to work!"

Cao Qinghang handed the materials and drawings back to Lao Feng and said:

“Next time you encounter a problem, read it a few more times and draw it a few more times.”

"Don't come to Xiao Chen every time you have a problem. He has much more work to do than you."

Old Feng pushed his glasses up embarrassedly and said, "I was just anxious. I thought the translation was wrong, so I came to ask."

"Xiao Chen, I'm sorry to disturb you at work."

"It's okay, Brother Feng. Just figure out the problem. If you encounter any problems again in the future, we can communicate again at any time."

Chen Luyang accepted the other party's apology very easily.

After all, it's all for work, and we are all about the matter, not the person.

Besides, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't make any mistakes.

Old Feng looked at Chen Luyang's smiling face, nodded embarrassedly, turned around and ran back to the workshop to continue studying the half-axle.

"Engineer Cao, I've heard from others that you're amazing before, and today I finally see it for myself."

Chen Luyang looked at Cao Qinghang from the bottom of his heart.

It would take him a long time just to trace the original drawing.

As a result, Cao Qinghang took a pencil and a ruler and drew it in no time!

"I'm not that amazing, you're the real amazing one!"

Cao Qinghang waved his hand unconcernedly: "If it weren't for you, these materials would be like a mystery to us, and no one would be able to understand them."

Industry specializing in surgery.

The two of them praised each other for a while, and finally Chen Luyang asked the question he had always been curious about:

"By the way, Mr. Cao, I haven't seen that Japanese expert since I joined the factory. Has he returned home?"

Cao Qinghang got a headache whenever he mentioned this: "No, I've been playing around in the provincial capital these days!"

"Play?"

Chen Luyang looked at Cao Qinghang in confusion.

This morning, Deputy Director Yu and Hao Fengchun came to hold a meeting with the people in the fusion workshop.
Let us all seize the opportunity early, overcome all difficulties, and produce the initial results of the car as quickly as possible.

At such a serious and urgent moment, can Japanese experts still play around?

"It's a long story..." Cao Qinghang sighed.

Ultimately, the whole thing was caused by that Japanese translator.

Originally, the factory paid to hire a Japanese translator so that he could work as a translation expert.

But later he met Chen Luyang, and naturally the translator had to resign.

But although people can be fired, the money spent cannot be refunded.

What's more, the Japanese translator was very stubborn and would neither refund the money nor take it for free.

In a dilemma,

Hao Fengchun had no choice but to resort to this last resort, and simply let the Japanese translator take the Japanese around the provincial capital.

In this way, when the Japanese come into the factory again, we can keep him working in the factory and we don’t have to worry about receiving him.

Chen Luyang: “…”

He never expected that there was such a story behind this.

After finally finishing a busy day's work, Chen Luyang got on his bicycle, whistling, and rode towards the Chen family courtyard.

On the way home, I passed by a canteen in the machinery factory.

Many employees do not want to cook at night, so they bring their meal tickets to the canteen to buy food and eat it at home.

There are too many people coming and going,
Chen Luyang couldn't ride the bike anymore, so he simply jumped off and pushed it.

After taking two steps, I saw Bai Xiaofan coming out of the cafeteria carrying a lunch box.

Chen Luyang glanced at her, turned his head away and pretended not to see her, not even bothering to say hello.

At first, Bai Xiaofan looked at Chen Luyang with anticipation, thinking that he would take the initiative to chat with him like before.

But seeing the other party's attitude,

Bai Xiaofan's heart ached, and he shouted, "Chen Luyang!"

Chen Luyang paused. "What's up?"

Bai Xiaofan looked at Chen Luyang's calm expression, bit his lip, and said:

"I heard you got a job in the factory. Congratulations."

Chen Luyang looked at Bai Xiaofan strangely.

What weird things is this woman planning to do today?

Why should she congratulate herself for no reason?
Although the weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken, it has no good intentions.

But Chen Luyang still said politely: "Thank you, and congratulations on getting into university."

finished,

Chen Luyang got on his bicycle, turned his back to Bai Xiaofan, raised his hand and waved goodbye, then disappeared into the crowd.

Bai Xiaofan looked at his back, his expression gradually becoming lost.

Chen Luyang was not like this before.

If it were in the past, Chen Luyang would take the initiative to ride his bike to take her home, and even tell her why he joined the factory.

No matter what, he wouldn't be this cold and indifferent.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Bai Xiaofan walked home absent-mindedly.

Before I could take two steps, I heard someone behind me shout, "Xiao Fan, was the person who just spoke to you Chen Luyang?"

Zhou Ying was worried about not being able to find Chen Luyang. Just as she saw his back, she took the initiative to run over and ask.

Bai Xiaofan nodded unhappily.

"Great! We finally found him."

Zhou Ying pedaled her bicycle hard, "I have something to do, I'm leaving now!"

After much effort, Zhou Ying finally blocked Chen Luyang in a small alley.

"Chen Luyang, you and Song Liaosha are the only two people in your graduating class who have joined the factory. Now you are considered an outstanding graduate representative of our class."

"I'm officially notifying you to participate in the graduates' youth poetry festival!"

Chen Luyang was speechless.

He thought the class monitor wanted to talk to him about something, but he didn't expect Zhou Ying to still have evil intentions and was still thinking about getting him to participate in the Youth Poetry Festival.

"Class monitor, I'm not an outstanding graduate. I didn't even get into college."

Zhou Ying spat at him: "You joined the factory as a senior technician assistant right after graduation. If you are not outstanding, who is outstanding?"

“Even those who graduate from university may not be able to directly enter the factory as technicians.”

Chen Luyang: “…”

You know what, this sounds quite nice!
Zhou Ying glared at Chen Luyang: "I understand that you didn't get into university before and don't want to participate."

"But now that you're an outstanding graduate, it would be unreasonable not to participate!"

Seeing that Chen Luyang refused to agree and wanted to leave,
Zhou Ying was so determined that she parked her bicycle across the front of Chen Luyang's bike, determined to keep Chen Luyang.

"If you don't agree today, don't even think about going home!"

When Chen Luyang walked to the left, Zhou Ying blocked his way.

When Chen Luyang walked to the right, Zhou Ying blocked the right side.

Chen Luyang couldn't move away, and he was too embarrassed to bump into the female classmate.

In addition, the cafeteria was bustling with people, and many people looked around curiously to see what was happening.
With the speed at which gossip spreads in the factory,

Chen Luyang was worried that some rumors about him and the squad leader would spread in the factory tomorrow.

Seeing Zhou Ying's determined eyes, she was determined not to leave any of her classmates behind and had no intention of retreating.

Chen Luyang showed a hint of hesitation.

If I don’t get into college, I’ll be nothing, so I won’t go.

The key is that I have now entered the factory as a senior technician assistant,
It was the squad leader who came to invite me personally.

What's so pretentious about this!
"Okay, I'll go!"

I'm on my knees, brothers and sisters, don't go!!! This is a book about happy, everyday life, no pretentious, slap-faced, annoying plots. I want to write pretentious ones, but I really can't. If I could, I'd be so awesome and brilliant in the first chapter. None of the plots you're worried about are going to happen. I, I swear on my soft conscience, okay? If one conscience isn't enough, I'll touch two! !!!

(End of this chapter)