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

Chapter 174 This time, you go

On the day of the final evaluation at the end of the month, more than a dozen people from the ministry and the light industry system came.

The experts first examined the prototype and then reviewed the test records.

He stopped when he saw the supplementary explanation.

Why were the original materials withdrawn?

Engineer Zheng answered directly.

"The experimental conditions were missing."

"Who signed the opinion?"

"Lin Xiuhe".

The expert looked up.

"Where is he?"

Lin Xiuhe sat in the last row.

Engineer Zheng gestured for her to sit forward.

The expert asked, "Just started working at the research institute?"

"Half a month."

"When you withdrew the materials, did you know you needed to submit them the next day?"

"Know."

"Why are you withdrawing?"

"The data doesn't match."

The expert didn't ask any further questions and turned the page.

"Run first."

Next to the prototype were steel strips delivered by three factories.

The experts did not use the few volumes they had prepared.

He turned to his companion and asked, "Is there anything else in the warehouse?"

Zhao Wenbo paused for a moment, his hand holding the notebook still.

Engineer Shao first went to look at the factory markings on those rolls of materials.

The smile on Old Xu's face also disappeared.

The accompanying personnel quickly brought over a roll of newly opened material.

No one had tried this before.

New materials are loaded onto the feeding rack.

The parameters were not adjusted in advance.

The machine starts up.

One hundred times.

Two hundred times.

Three hundred times.

The steel strip began to veer to the right.

The offset contact clicked.

The machine stopped automatically.

The expert asked, "Why did you stop?"

Zhao Wenbo replied, "The material is outside the safe range."

"Can we continue?"

"It can be adjusted."

He reset the parameters.

Shao Gong verified the guidance.

Old Xu replaced the fabric that had already developed wrinkles.

The machine restarted.

Four hundred times.

Five hundred times.

Six hundred times.

The last section of steel belt was delivered, and Lao Xu measured its position.

"qualified."

The expert took the record and checked it himself.

He then wrote a few lines on the expert opinion.

"The supplementary test was effective."

"pass."

The people inside finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before leaving, the expert asked Engineer Zheng, "A newbie?"

"Just arrived."

The expert looked in Lin Xiuhe's direction.

"Your eyes are alright."

After saying that, he followed the others out of the laboratory.

Old Xu stood there, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"This person is too stingy with their praise."

Zhao Wenbo closed the notebook.

"It's already quite an achievement to get even one compliment from him."

In the afternoon, Lao Xu placed a temporary access pass on Lin Xiuhe's desk.

"When you enter the pilot production workshop in the future, just say my name."

"Do I need to sign anything?"

"You don't need to wait for me at the door."

Old Xu thought for a moment and then added, "If we really need to modify the equipment, we still have to sign the agreement."

Lin Xiuhe carefully put away the entry and exit slip.

"understood."

Zhao Wenbo then brought over a brown paper bag.

"Don't be so happy yet."

The paper bag was stamped with the red seal of the Dong Viet Province Light Industry System.

The materials inside were very disorganized.

Some are formal applications.

Some were survey forms forwarded by the local industry bureau.

Several letters were written directly on ordinary letter paper.

A lock factory attached two photos of an old punch press.

Most of the paint on the machine has peeled off.

Two female workers were standing nearby, responsible for manually feeding the materials.

A button factory didn't list the machine models, only that the orders it received last year had doubled, but it still couldn't find enough skilled workers.

A small hardware factory drew a rough sketch of its equipment on a workbook. The lines were crooked, and three stamps were affixed to the lower right corner.

There are also a few small factories run by communes and production teams.

A zipper factory wrote only five sentences.

Two people were injured last year.

The machine cannot be stopped.

I can't afford the new equipment.

The order was booked for another two months.

Please have the research institute send someone to take a look.

Zhao Wenbo pulled out several of them.

"These kinds of factories are the most troublesome."

"The machines are miscellaneous, the data is incomplete, and the money is scarce."

As Mr. Sun passed by the door, he casually picked up the crooked equipment sketch.

"They can't even write the model number clearly, and they dare to contact a research institute?"

Old Xu took the letter from the zipper factory.

After reading it, the ease in his expression faded.

"Being able to write clearly about machines doesn't necessarily mean you can write clearly about daily life."

Mr. Sun didn't understand.

"What do you mean?"

"Two people have been injured, but the machines still can't be stopped."

Old Xu handed the letter to Lin Xiuhe.

"We have a backlog of orders. If we stop for even one day, we might lose money."

Lin Xiuhe re-sorted the dozen or so documents.

Some of them are prone to causing injury during stamping.

Some are fed manually because it's too slow.

Some of the machines are old and still usable, but they can't keep up with the orders.

The problems written by these factories are all different.

But there's something stuck behind all of them.

They can't afford to replace the entire piece of equipment.

They were also eager to get the existing machines to do more work.

When Engineer Zheng came in, Lin Xiuhe had already spread the materials all over half the table.

"Finished watching?"

"almost."

"How does it feel?"

"They can't afford the system that the research institute just approved."

Engineer Sun raised an eyebrow.

"It just passed, and you're already complaining about the price?"

Lin Xiuhe picked up the lock factory's application.

"The factory's annual equipment budget might not even be enough to buy a single control box."

Engineer Zheng asked, "Then what should we do?"

Lin Xiuhe flipped through the hand-drawn sketch again.

"We need to see their machines first."

"And then what?"

Simplify whenever possible.

"To what extent should it be simplified?"

"They can afford it."

Old Xu chimed in, "It would be best if it could be fixed even if it broke."

Zhao Wenbo nodded.

"The parts can't be too hard to find."

Mr. Sun leaned against the door with his arms crossed.

"According to you, the things that the research institute went through so much trouble to make will have to be half dismantled over there."

Engineer Zheng looked at him.

"Is this made so it can be displayed at an appraisal meeting?"

Mr. Sun was speechless.

Engineer Zheng pulled an invitation letter from the bottom of the paper bag.

The Light Industry Department of Lam Chau City, Dong Viet Province, requested that the research institute send personnel to the area to conduct on-site investigations of several production units.

The date is next month.

"Linzhou urged them twice."

Engineer Zheng placed the invitation in front of Lin Xiuhe.

"One person from the light industry system."

He then looked at Old Xu.

"You follow."

Old Xu asked, "How long will it take?"

"Go for half a month first."

"What about the train ticket?"

"Report from the station."

Old Xu nodded.

"Okay then."