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

Inside was a stack of repair records.

The sheets of paper were of different sizes, and some were even torn from old exercise books.

Deputy Factory Director Qian said, "Our factory's press has been shut down for almost a month. The bearings have been replaced, the belts have been replaced, but it broke down again after running for a few days."

Engineer Zheng flipped through the records.

Have you applied to graduate school before?

"Reported."

Deputy Factory Director Qian rubbed his hands together.

"You have tasks to complete, and our factory can't be scheduled for them."

"So how did you handle it?"

"Fix it yourself."

Old Yan, standing nearby, said, "It's not really a repair. We just replace whatever's broken."

Deputy Factory Director Qian turned his head.

"Say less."

"That's how it is."

"You always say there's a problem with the power supply, but how many times has the electrician checked?"

He chose to conduct the investigation during the day.

"What happened during the day?"

"The machine doesn't tend to break down during the day."

Deputy Factory Director Qian was somewhat embarrassed.

"See, he blames others as soon as something happens to him."

Old Yan also got angry.

"The bearings have been replaced three times already. Did the money just come from thin air?"

The two were about to start arguing.

Engineer Zheng put the record on the table.

"Let's talk about the machine first."

Deputy Factory Director Qian then sat down.

"We have a batch of parts due next month. If we don't start production soon, forget about bonuses, and even wages will be delayed."

Lin Xiuhe sat at the table, flipping through the pages of records.

Zhao Wenbo first asked about the equipment model, and then asked which parts had been replaced.

Old Yan answered very quickly.

Deputy Factory Director Qian added a comment from the side, then interrupted.

Lin Xiuhe flipped to the middle and asked, "Are the shutdowns mostly in the afternoon?"

Old Yan nodded immediately.

"I told you so."

Deputy Factory Director Qian glared at him.

You're saying there's a problem with the electricity.

"The machines are more likely to stop when the power is unstable in the afternoon."

The electrician said it was fine.

"He went to get measured this morning, so of course everything is fine."

Lin Xiuhe put the several records together.

Most of the times mentioned above are after 2 PM.

"What other machines do you have running this afternoon?"

Old Yan counted on his fingers.

"The large punch press in Workshop 2, and the two lathes behind it."

Deputy Factory Director Qian said, "There are only a few machines in the factory; we can't just stop the others to keep them running."

Zhao Wenbo took the record and asked, "Did you measure the voltage this afternoon?"

Old Yan shook his head.

"I mentioned it."

Deputy Factory Director Qian immediately said, "Back then you were saying the wiring was aging."

"Aging wiring also needs to be measured."

"You didn't explain it clearly back then."

"I said it in the cafeteria."

Deputy Factory Director Qian slammed his hand on the table.

"You complained about how salty the radishes were in the cafeteria while you were eating; I remember every single word you said!"

The factory manager, sitting next to him, burst out laughing.

"Your factory has a similar problem to ours. They talk a lot, but we don't remember much of what they say."

Deputy Factory Director Qian also felt ashamed and wiped his face with his hand.

"Comrade Lin, could you tell me first, what exactly is wrong with this machine?"

"It's not obvious yet."

"And these records..."

"It's only clear that problems are more likely to occur in the afternoon."

Lin Xiuhe pushed the papers back.

"First, note down the voltage when several machines are turned on at the same time this afternoon. Don't rush to replace parts."

Old Yan nodded immediately.

"I'll have an electrician keep watch over it tomorrow."

Deputy Factory Director Qian frowned.

"What if it's not electricity?"

"Then check the machine."

"We've been dragging this out for a month."

"Therefore, we cannot simply repeat the same method."

Deputy Factory Director Qian couldn't sit still any longer.

"Could you come and take a look at our factory?"

Lin Xiuhe looked at Engineer Zheng.

Engineer Zheng did not respond on the spot.

"We still have to wait in line at the research institute."

"Let's go take a look."

"Whether to do it or not, and how to do it, depends on what we decide back at the institute."

Deputy Factory Director Qian moved his chair forward.

"Our factory has limited funds, but we're not going to let people work for nothing. Dozens of people are waiting to start work; you can't expect us to go back with our records and keep guessing."

Footsteps sounded at the office door.

The deputy director rushed over from the research institute.

After he entered the room, he picked up the stack of records first.

"Leave the information."

Deputy Factory Director Qian hurriedly asked, "Where are they?"

"Go back and reschedule."

"How long will it take?"

"You send it today, and you want the person tomorrow? Do you think we're all just sitting here waiting for you?"

Deputy Factory Director Qian gave a wry smile.

"The people in our factory really just sit and wait for the machines to start."

The deputy director flipped through a few pages and then looked at Zhao Wenbo.

What do you think?

Zhao Wenbo pulled out the records of the afternoon shutdowns separately and pushed them in front of Lin Xiuhe.

"Let her go and take a look first."

The deputy director looked up.

"Aren't you going?"

"I'm looking at the blueprints."

Zhao Wenbo tapped on the old records on the table.

"You might not be able to find this kind of thing on the blueprints."

Old Yan chimed in, "Everyone in our workshop is here; she can ask anyone she wants."

The deputy director glanced at him.

"Don't assign people to the research institute yet."

Old Yan shut his mouth.

The deputy director handed the materials to Engineer Zheng.

"Take it back. Have the equipment application team take a look too."

Engineer Zheng asked, "What about Lin Xiuhe's original arrangements?"

"Don't write it as a death sentence yet."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Deputy Factory Director Qian.

I'll give you a letter tomorrow.

"morning?"

"Ask again, the day after tomorrow."

Deputy Factory Director Qian immediately stood up.

"Tomorrow it is."

As the two pushed their bicycles away, Lao Yan turned back and waved to Lao Guo.

I'll call you again tonight.

Old Guo waved his hand.

"Don't stay up too late, my wife thinks something happened at the factory again."

In the afternoon, Zhou Zhiyuan did not come to the North City Factory.

The training center told him to go back and complete the necessary documentation for retention.

Section Chief Gao mentioned it briefly, but Lin Xiuhe only asked, "Has your former work unit replied?"

"not yet."

"Where are the others?"

"Wait for the director's signature at the training center."

Section Chief Gao chuckled, "You seem to know quite a bit."

Lin Xiuhe closed the repair record.

"He said it himself yesterday."

The next morning, as soon as she arrived at the laboratory building, Engineer Zheng called her from downstairs.

"Lin Xiuhe, bring the bag."

"Where to?"

"Dongcheng Factory".

"Did the institute agree?"

"Let's check the scene first."

Engineer Zheng stuffed a stack of documents into her arms.

"The car was waiting at the gate. The person arrived around 6 o'clock, and we were afraid of picking up the wrong person, so we asked the gatekeeper three times."

Lin Xiuhe picked up her cloth bag and walked out.

A green truck was parked at the school gate.

The driver was leaning against the car window smoking.

Upon seeing her emerge, he immediately opened the car door.

"Comrade Lin?"

"it's me."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally caught it."

There was a piece of cardboard torn from an old cardboard box on the passenger seat.

It says:

Tsinghua University

Lin Xiuhe