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

Chapter 178 He's not here to help.

Mr. Sun arrived in Linzhou at 10:00 AM.

When Director Zhou heard that people from Beijing had come again, he specially ordered the canteen to kill a fish.

The small private room was set with braised fish, scrambled eggs, and smashed cucumber, and there was also an unopened bottle of liquor on the corner of the table.

When Engineer Sun entered carrying a black document box, Factory Director Zhou was already waiting at the door.

"Mr. Sun, you must be tired from your journey."

"The car from last night just arrived."

Mr. Sun was in his forties, his gray Zhongshan suit pressed flat, and his eyes showed signs of fatigue from staying up all night.

He first shook hands with Officer Fang, then turned to Lin Xiuhe.

"Xiaolin?"

"Yes."

"Engineer Zheng mentioned you."

Factory Director Zhou quickly pulled out a chair for him.

"Have a seat first. I'll take you to the workshop after you finish eating."

Mr. Sun placed the document box at his feet.

"I have to rush back for the 4 PM train."

"So urgent?"

"There's a review meeting at the institute tomorrow morning, so I need to take the documents back today."

When Director Zhou heard about the "review meeting," he thought the matter was settled and his face immediately relaxed.

"Then we should go to the workshop first."

Mr. Sun picked up his teacup.

"Let's eat first."

Xiao He came in carrying a stack of records.

"Mr. Lin, this is the operation record from yesterday to today."

After he finished speaking, he prepared to put the paper on the stool next to him.

Factory Director Zhou called him over.

"Sit down and eat together."

"The workshop is waiting for me."

"It can still turn around even without you for a while."

Factory Director Zhou added a chair for him.

Xiao He then sat down and placed the record on his lap.

Sun looked at the stack of papers.

"How much did you memorize?"

"Once an hour."

"Who told you to write this down?"

"Forest worker."

Xiao He turned to the first page.

"It's all written down which time it stopped, which time it veered off course, and what materials were used."

Mr. Sun nodded.

"Very meticulous."

Upon hearing this, Director Zhou immediately took over the conversation.

"She's not only meticulous."

"If it weren't for her yesterday, we wouldn't have been able to deliver a single one of our 500 snap fasteners."

He picked up a piece of fish and placed it in front of Engineer Sun.

"The purchasing agent, Liang, had already picked up her bag, but she insisted on chasing after it and getting it back."

Engineer Sun smiled.

"It's truly remarkable that you were able to stabilize the situation on your first trip to a local area."

Factory Director Zhou picked up the wine bottle.

"Let's have a drink then."

Officer Fang pressed the bottle back onto the table.

"I have errands to run this afternoon, so don't drink anymore."

"Okay, I won't drink."

Factory Director Zhou put the wine bottle down.

"Let's go to the workshop after we finish eating. Xiao Zheng's hand is still injured, so we need to check on the job assignments together."

Mr. Sun paused, his chopsticks resting on the edge of the bowl.

"I'm not going to the workshop today."

The smile on Director Zhou's face faded.

"Aren't you here to continue doing this?"

Engineer Sun bent down and picked up the document box.

The brass clasp popped open, revealing a letter of introduction, a document bag, and a handover list.

"I came here mainly to take the data back to the institute."

He handed the letter of introduction to Officer Fang.

"The drawings, test records, materials list, and the operation status of the past two days must all be taken with us."

Xiao He looked down at the record on his leg.

Factory Director Zhou stared at the handover form.

"They're all here, but they won't even come into the workshop?"

"We need the original data for tomorrow's review meeting."

Mr. Sun's tone remained polite.

"Even if I go take a look now, it won't be in time to reorganize."

"What about our orders next week?"

"Produce using the current method for now."

"What happened?"

"Stop the machine, report to the station."

Factory Director Zhou placed the chopsticks on the bowl.

"If we had stopped yesterday's shipment, reported it, and waited for a response from Beijing, it would have been in the Yong'an factory warehouse by now."

Officer Fang frowned.

"Director Zhou, Engineer Sun is just following the institute's instructions."

"I didn't stop him from doing his thing."

Factory Director Zhou pointed to the record on Xiao He's leg.

"But we're already sitting here, how long can a quick glance take?"

The weariness on Mr. Sun's face deepened.

"Director Zhou, I must get on the bus this afternoon."

"The institute is waiting for these things to be discussed in a meeting."

"Whether or not to approve the project needs to be decided first."

"What about this side?"

"The bureau will cooperate by recording all the details first."

Factory Director Zhou leaned back in his chair.

The warmth of human connection that was just moments ago has completely dissipated.

Xiao He hugged the record back to his arms.

"Then who should I give these to?"

"Officer Fang."

"Is Engineer Lin not going to look at it anymore?"

Sun Gong looked at Lin Xiuhe.

Three days later, she came back to Beijing with me.

"The institute will rearrange things afterward."

Lin Xiuhe brought over the handover list.

The document lists drawings, records, material details, and on-site photos.

The recipient's name, Mr. Sun, has already been written in the recipient's column.

After she finished reading, she took the records from Xiao He's arms and divided them into two stacks.

"Bring the original back to Beijing."

"A copy will be kept in Linzhou."

Engineer Sun raised his eyes.

"The institute will need to reorganize it when it gets back; there's no need to break it down into such detail."

Lin Xiuhe has already switched sides to Officer Fang.

"Does the station have carbon paper?"

Officer Fang nodded.

"have."

"Could you please bring some over?"

Disapproval was evident between Sun's brows.

"Xiao Lin, the data will be archived by the institute."

"I know."

Lin Xiuhe placed the handover list on the table.

"The machine is still at the lock factory."

"We need to keep a copy here, so we know where to start investigating if a problem arises."

"You can ask over the phone."

"The paper is in my hand, hurry up."

Factory Director Zhou immediately spoke up:

I agree with that.

Officer Fang picked up the handover list and looked at it.

"It's understandable that the bureau keeps one set."

Mr. Sun leaned back in his chair.

"Can you finish copying it today?"

Xiao He immediately stood up.

"I'll go get the paper."

He ran out of the private room.

Factory Director Zhou picked up his chopsticks again and took a bite of the now-cold egg.

"Eat."

"Comrade from Beijing, don't go on an empty stomach before you catch the train."

No one touched that pot of fish again after that meal.

Officer Fang quickly brought over a stack of carbon paper.

A few people vacated a small office in the guesthouse.

Lin Xiuhe checked the original documents, Lao Xu distributed the blueprints, Xiao He reported the page numbers, and Officer Fang was responsible for stamping them.

Mr. Sun sat opposite him, and every now and then he would turn his watch to face the camera.

Factory Director Zhou brought over a pot of tea.

As he reached the door, he saw the accident report spread out on the table and slowed down.

"Should we keep this one too?"

"Keep."

Lin Xiuhe pressed the record of the day Xiao Zheng was injured onto carbon paper.

"Where the injury lies, why it stopped, and how it was changed later, all of that must be recorded."

Factory Director Zhou stood there for a while, then turned and left.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of papers.

After copying the last page, Mr. Sun already had the train ticket in his hand.

He reached out and took the original document.

Lin Xiuhe left the copy on the table.