Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

After saying "Let's take a look first," the old craftsman draped the rag over his shoulder and turned to walk inside.

Zhao Guodong moved quickly, causing his toolbox to sway.

As soon as he got to the refurbished part, he put the box on the ground.

"Let me check for leaks first."

The moment the metal button touched his hand, the old craftsman turned around.

"Who told you to open the box?"

Zhao Guodong's hand stopped on the box buckle.

"Aren't we supposed to recognize things?"

"Do you need pliers to identify something?"

The experienced craftsman walked back and slapped his oily hands on the half-finished machine.

"This thing was just taken apart yesterday."

"If you get involved and break it, who's responsible?"

Zhao Guodong was speechless. He stiffened his neck, his anger almost bursting from his face.

Lin Xiuhe moved the toolbox half a step closer to herself.

"Zhao Guodong".

Zhao Guodong gritted his teeth and pressed the buckle back onto the box.

The old master looked at her.

"Are you in charge?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Lin Xiuhe".

The experienced craftsman looked her up and down.

She was still carrying her schoolbag.

The cuffs are clean.

Her hair was tied up neatly. She looked like she came from school.

He snorted through his nose.

"OK."

"Manager Lin."

The way those three words came out of his mouth carried an indescribable flavor.

Zhao Guodong was about to speak again.

Lin Xiuhe raised her hand to stop him.

She didn't try to grab it, nor did she reach out to touch the machine.

She asked first, "Master, how should I address you?"

The old man took the rag off his shoulder and wiped his hands.

"His surname is Shao."

"Everyone in the factory calls me Lao Shao."

Lin Xiuhe nodded.

"Master Shao."

"We'll hear what you have to say first."

Old Shao threw the rag next to the leak detection tank.

"listen?"

He smiled, but it wasn't a very polite smile.

"Your students love listening to the lectures."

"No one in the factory will give you lessons."

As soon as he said that, several workers nearby looked over.

Zhao Guodong's face burned.

Li Mingyuan opened the notebook, and just as the pen touched the paper, Lao Shao spoke up again.

"Don't just memorize it."

"Memorizing it won't help."

Li Mingyuan's pen stopped on the paper.

He looked up.

Old Shao kicked the refurbished part.

"This one."

"Yesterday's twelfth station."

"The leak detection team said there's no leak."

"The testing team said something's not right."

"Take it back; the copper pipe here is wet."

He bent down and tapped a spot on the copper pipe with his greasy fingers.

"When asked who handled it, the tester said it was like this when it was delivered."

Old Shao shrugged.

"So, whose share is it?"

Zhao Guodong finally blurted out what he had been holding back all the way.

"Then check them one by one."

Old Shao turned his head.

"You're investigating?"

"I'll check."

"Okay."

Old Shao pointed to a row of semi-finished products at the back.

"There are eleven more over there."

"You've been investigating until dark, are you even going to work tomorrow?"

Zhao Guodong's lips moved slightly.

This time it didn't push downwards.

Li Mingyuan lowered his head and wrote in his notebook:

The twelfth unit passed the leak test, but the test run was abnormal.

The responsibility is unclear.

After finishing writing, his pen stopped after "unclear responsibility," and he looked up to ask:

"Master Shao, does this machine have an original log?"

Old Shao pointed to the metal clamp next to him.

"Take it yourself."

Li Mingyuan walked over and pulled out a stack of crumpled sheets from the metal clip.

The edges of the paper were curled up, and several sheets were wet, causing the words to bleed.

He flipped through two pages, his brow furrowing.

"This only has the date on it."

Old Shao snorted.

"It's good enough if there's a date at all."

Lin Xiuhe took one.

The information above is very messy. The date and model number are there, but the employee number field is blank. The leak test result is marked "passed," but there is no signature.

She placed the form on the casing of the refurbished part.

"Was this the one that underwent leak testing yesterday morning?"

Old Shao glanced at the paper.

"Looks like it."

"Looks like it?"

A young worker nearby became unhappy.

"Don't just focus on us checking for leaks."

"If the welding wasn't done properly, how can you check it in the water? Some leaks only come out when it gets hot later."

Zhao Guodong immediately turned to him.

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?"

The young worker put the iron frame he was holding on the ground.

"Do I have anything to do with you?"

Zhao Guodong took a step forward.

Lin Xiuhe reached out and pressed down on the toolbox handle.

"Zhao Guodong".

Zhao Guodong took a breath and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"I'll stand here."

The young worker was still unconvinced.

"That's exactly right. You come here and immediately start checking for leaks, but who knows if the weld was crooked at the front?"

Old Shao flicked him with a rag.

"Go do your work."

The young worker muttered a couple of words to himself and turned back to the welding station.

Lin Xiuhe did not chase after them.

She stood in front of the returned parts and flipped through the form again.

The second one is about the same.

date.

model.

result.

The entire process, from start to finish, was a mess.

She asked Lao Shao:

"Master Shao, are the parts that need repair usually piled up here?"

"Um."

"Should we put them in order?"

Old Shao raised an eyebrow.

"What order?"

"Return time".

"Who has the time for that?"

Lin Xiuhe nodded.

Another question:

"Once we move from here, who will determine where the error occurred?"

Old Shao wiped the oil off the back of his hand with a rag.

"I."

"What if you're not here?"

Old Shao paused.

A prototype was placed in the water tank next to it, and the water sloshed around twice.

The workers behind shouted:

"Master Shao, this one's bubbling too!"

Old Shao turned his head and cursed.

"Why are you calling me? Draw a circle! Go back!"

The worker drew a circle on the strip of paper with chalk and put the prototype aside.

When Lao Shao turned back, his face was even more annoyed.

"See that?"

"They'll still do it even if I'm not there."

Lin Xiuhe followed his hand and looked at the prototype that had just been put down.

There was only one circle on the strip of paper.

No step.

No one sent it.

It wasn't returned much.

She then turned her gaze back to channel 12.

"It will work."

she says.

"But this form is still empty."

Old Shao's face twitched slightly.

This time, he didn't retort.

Zhao Guodong quietly looked up at Lin Xiuhe.

Li Mingyuan also stopped writing.

Lin Xiuhe didn't say much.

She squatted down next to the refurbished part, but didn't touch the copper pipe; she just smoothed out the crumpled sheet.

The paper was too damp, and the edges curled up.

She took a pencil out of her bag and held it down with the end of the pencil.

Old Shao had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Why are you pressing down with the end of the pen?"

"Afraid of the wind."

"Can't I press it with my hands?"

"My hands are sweaty."

The cigarette in Lao Shao's mouth moved slightly.

It probably means "meticulous".

But that bill was indeed balanced.

Lin Xiuhe pointed to the list and asked:

"Who usually fills in this section?"

"Leak detection."

"What about this column?"

"For testing purposes."

"What's your employee number?"

Old Shao took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Sometimes I fill it in."

"When should I not fill it out?"

"When I'm busy."

"When are you busy?"

"Busy every day."

Zhao Guodong almost burst out laughing, but quickly pursed his lips.

Old Shao glared at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Guodong dragged the toolbox back a little.

"without."

Old Shao stared at him for a while before turning to Lin Xiuhe.

"What's the point of asking these questions?"

"The leak is still there."

"After you ask, it will stop leaking?"

Lin Xiuhe put the form back on the outer shell.

"It's still leaking after I asked it today."

"But if it leaks again tomorrow, I want to know where it came from."

Old Shao held a cigarette in his mouth, but couldn't bite into it for a long time.

There was another shout from the sink.

"Master Shao! This isn't right either!"

Annoyed, Lao Shao tucked his cigarette behind his ear.

"They're here!"

He took two steps, then turned back.

"Don't touch me here."

Zhao Guodong opened his mouth.

Lin Xiuhe spoke first.

"We won't touch it."

Old Shao pointed at her.

"Especially you."

Zhao Guodong disagreed.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Your hands are itchy."

Zhao Guodong gripped the toolbox handle, his face flushed.

Old Shao went to the water trough.

Lin Xiuhe then went back and forth in the repair area.