Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

The so-called steamed rice is when students pack rice and simple dishes in aluminum lunchboxes in the morning, usually things that can be stored, such as stir-fried pickled vegetables and dried radishes.

Upon arrival at school, the children were placed in bamboo baskets in their classrooms and carried by the students on duty to the large steamer in the boiler room for heating.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, the students on duty carried the heated lunch baskets back to the classroom, and everyone took their own lunchboxes and ate lunch somewhere, whether in the classroom, the corridor, or the playground.

By this time, Grandma Shen and Grandpa Shen had finished eating.

The elderly couple decided to go out for a walk and experience the new atmosphere of Beijing.

Just before leaving, Grandma Shen called out to Chen Lihua, who was about to go back inside, and casually instructed her, "Lihua, remember to clean up the dishes before you go to school."

Chen Lihua paused, her face full of reluctance: "Grandma, I have to go to school later, and it's not my turn to wash the dishes today. Please wait for Third Brother to come back and let him do it!"

She was the one who washed the dishes and did housework the day before yesterday, the fourth brother was the fourth brother yesterday, and today it's the third brother's turn. Why should she be ordered around like this?

Grandma Shen glared at her: "You're a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and you're dawdling over washing the dishes! What do you mean it's your turn or not? You're the only one who's idle in the family, what's wrong with doing some chores? Don't you have any manners? If you don't wash them, you'll be bringing food to your second and fourth brothers tomorrow!"

Chen Lihua clenched her fists, suppressing her anger and grievances.

On what grounds?

Why is everyone targeting her like this? They even want her to bring food to the hospital? No way!

"What are you standing there for? Go wash the dishes!" Seeing her standing still, Old Mrs. Shen became even angrier. "Do I have to send someone to watch you just to do some work? I've never seen such a lazy girl!"

She's good-looking, but she's unreliable. Whoever marries this girl in the future will suffer!

I really don't know how Chen Deshun raised his child. She was such a good girl, but the more he raised her, the more spoiled she became.

Chen Lihua no longer dares to argue with Chen Deshun, let alone confront her powerful grandmother directly.

She bit her lip and walked silently to the dining table, clearing away the leftover food and dishes.

The clattering of the bowls and chopsticks couldn't mask the resentment and grievances in her heart.

Chen Deshun arrived at the factory, but it wasn't time for his official start of work yet. There weren't many people in the factory area; the few people walking around were mostly young people.

If you want to learn a skill, you have to be more diligent than others; arriving early and leaving late is a regular occurrence.

Good morning, Master Chen!

"Master Chen, have you eaten?"

The coworkers and apprentices he encountered on the road greeted him politely, and Chen Deshun smiled and nodded in response, continuing on his way.

He is technically skilled and honest, and has always had a good reputation in the factory.

Upon entering the debugging and testing workshop, Chen Deshun immediately spotted his apprentice, Liu Jun, who was bent over on workbench number three, his head almost touching the machine parts, a wrench in his hand, seemingly studying a malfunctioning machine.

Chen Deshun, wanting to offer guidance, walked over and patted Liu Jun on the shoulder.

"Ouch!"

Liu Jun was concentrating on tightening the screws when he was startled, nearly dropping the wrench. He shuddered as if he'd been electrocuted, then turned to see Chen Deshun. His face lit up with surprise and delight: "Master! You've come!"

Chen Deshun's gaze passed over him, landing on the machine and the few scattered sketches beside it. He raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"Sigh!" Liu Jun sighed heavily, about to complain, but swallowed the words back down.

As if remembering something important, he glanced around furtively to make sure no one else was in the workshop before grabbing Chen Deshun's arm and leading him behind a fire hydrant in the corner of the workshop.

Chen Deshun was completely bewildered by his mysterious demeanor: "What are you doing? It's like you're meeting with underground party members."

Liu Jun lowered his voice and said indignantly, "Master, I didn't know you took leave yesterday! I passed by Section Chief Zhang's office yesterday and heard Zhao Yong talking badly about you inside! He said something about you being absent from work or something, but I didn't hear it very clearly."

"Zhao Yong? Talking badly about me?" Chen Deshun frowned slightly.

He and Zhao Yong were both level seven fitters. Although they weren't close, they had never argued and used to get together from time to time to exchange technical insights.

What kind of madness is this, betraying yourself?

In a flash, Chen Deshun understood.

In his past life, he was preoccupied with family matters and at this critical juncture, he voluntarily withdrew from the election, and the position ultimately fell to Zhao Yong.

In this life, he not only did not give up, but became a popular candidate.

In this way, he and Zhao Yong became competitors.

In terms of skill, the reborn version of himself was on par with Zhao Yong, neither being better than the other.

But now he has a deeper understanding of the industry, and his skills have been honed over time. It's no exaggeration to say that he surpasses all the veteran workers in the factory, including Zhao Yong.

As for his popularity, Zhao Yong was arrogant and didn't usually pay much attention to ordinary workers, so his popularity was much lower than theirs.

Zhang, the deputy head of the production scheduling department, is in charge of attendance and team evaluation, and is one of the key figures in this promotion assessment.

Zhao Yong probably felt threatened. He couldn't compete with him in terms of ability on the surface, so he wanted to stab him in the back, using his attendance record as an excuse to cut off his path to promotion.

Having figured out the intricacies of the situation, Chen Deshun's doubts vanished. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he patted Liu Jun on the shoulder and said casually, "Alright, I understand. It's no big deal, go on with your work."

Seeing his master's nonchalant attitude, Liu Jun stamped his feet anxiously and added fuel to the fire, saying, "Master! This is no small matter! I just remembered, Zhao Yong told Section Chief Zhang that you are disorganized and undisciplined, saying that someone who can't even manage his own family can't possibly manage a work group! Isn't that just throwing dirty water on you? Moreover, he also took the new rectifier that came in at the factory to study, and he didn't leave until very late last night."

"His mouth is his own body; he can say whatever he wants."

Chen Deshun pursed his lips, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Just then, footsteps sounded at the workshop entrance.

Zhao Yong walked in carrying a lunchbox. When he saw Chen Deshun, a hint of awkwardness flashed across his face, but he quickly smiled and said, "Master Chen, you're here quite early today. Did you take the day off yesterday because of family matters?"

Zhao Yong was two years younger than Chen Deshun. He was a bit overweight, wearing a blue overall, with his hair slicked back and shiny. He always habitually raised his chin when looking at people.

"Yeah, something came up with the kids at home." Chen Deshun didn't even look up, gripping the screwdriver and adjusting the equipment parts on the workbench.

"You'll have to take it very seriously, but no matter how busy you are at home, you can't let it interfere with your work." Zhao Yong smiled and said, "By the way, Section Chief Zhang asked about you yesterday."

"Thanks for the reminder, everything's fine on my end. But you, I heard you stayed up half the night yesterday fiddling with rectifiers?"