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

The notice was placed on Lin Xiuhe's desk.

It was a thin sheet of paper, with the institute's red seal stamped at the bottom.

Materials must be transferred between local factories in advance and must be approved beforehand.

Lin Xiuhe has suspended her collaborative work with several factories in Linzhou.

The last line is darker in ink, and the characters are more crowded than those above.

It was obviously added separately later.

Zhao Qingsong stood by the door, holding documents about Linzhou.

He had already sorted them by factory, date, and delivery order, and the corners of the papers were neatly clipped together.

"Mr. Lin, where should we put these?"

Team Leader Yan came out from the office next door.

"Put it on my desk."

Zhao Qingsong did not move.

"But some of the documents were written down by Engineer Lin just yesterday, and only she knows how to proceed."

Team Leader Yan walked over.

"I'll take over from now on."

He was in his forties, wearing black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his collar was buttoned up tightly. He also personally delivered the notice.

Zhao Qingsong placed the documents on his desk.

The top one is the box buckle delivery order from the daily necessities manufacturer.

The first batch of goods will be inspected at 8 PM tonight.

Team Leader Yan flipped to the back and picked up the lock factory's materials ledger.

The dates on the two sheets of paper were squeezed together.

He paused and spread the documents out again.

"Comrade Lin, the institute said there was a problem with your results yesterday."

"The lock factory has resumed operations, and the workers' wages have been kept. These are all true."

He pointed to the notice.

"If something goes wrong while the steel strip is being transported from one factory to another, who will be responsible?"

"The lock manufacturer will say that the materials were supplied by a consumer goods factory."

"The consumer goods manufacturers will say that the research institute asked them to transfer the goods."

"You were there yesterday, and you were able to clarify things between the two sides on the spot. What about next time?"

This wasn't meant to be deliberately difficult.

Lin Xiuhe folded the notice and tucked it into her notebook.

The name added separately in that line was right outside the line.

She reached in and pressed it in.

"I accept the pause."

Zhao Qingsong turned to look at her.

Team Leader Yan also paused for a moment.

"No other opinions?"

"I admit that the paperwork wasn't completed."

Lin Xiuhe pointed to the documents on his desk.

"But tonight, the consumer goods factory wants to collect the box clips."

"The accounts for that batch of materials from the lock factory need to be reconciled at the end of the month."

"The customers of Hongxing Factory will only wait five days."

Team Leader Yan looked down and searched.

"Which company is Hongxing Factory?"

Lin Xiuhe did not take it.

"Blue paper clip, second one."

Team Leader Yan pulled it out.

Inside were delivery notes, payment dates, and customer phone numbers.

Zhao Qingsong added from the side:

"There were two revised quantity sheets at the back of the daily necessities factory's sheet. I was afraid of mixing them up, so I marked the dates with a pencil."

The information was organized in great detail.

He was a little apprehensive about going to the scene himself.

Team Leader Yan looked at him.

"Go to the daily necessities factory tonight."

Zhao Qingsong asked subconsciously:

"Me alone?"

I have a meeting this afternoon.

Team Leader Yan handed him the box buckle information.

"Let's see if the first batch of goods can be delivered on time."

Zhao Qingsong hugged the documents.

"What if something goes wrong?"

"Call back."

"Ask you?"

"Explain the situation clearly first."

Zhao Qingsong's lips moved, but he finally nodded.

Lin Xiuhe picked up her original documents.

"You checked yesterday's quantities."

"Follow the list you've prepared. If anything doesn't match, remember it and come back to ask."

Zhao Qingsong looked at her.

"it is good."

Team Leader Yan gathered all the materials from Linzhou and put them on his desk.

A large space was left empty on Lin Xiuhe's desk.

Yesterday, there was so much teacups that there wasn't enough room to put them all.

Now all that's left is a regular document register and a bottle of blue ink.

She moved the ink bottle to the center and continued registering the materials delivered that day.

At 10 a.m., Engineer Sun returned from outside.

The first thing he saw when he entered was that notice.

"Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it."

"Did you go see the director?"

"no."

Engineer Sun pulled the chair away.

"Can you really hold back?"

Lin Xiuhe turned to the next page of the register.

"It doesn't matter who you contact if the paperwork hasn't been completed."

"And in your heart?"

She finished writing the document number and capped her pen.

"That's another matter."

Mr. Sun looked at her for a while, then took out an aluminum lunchbox from his briefcase.

"The cafeteria saved it for you."

"Remember to return the lunchbox I borrowed yesterday; they've already asked me about it."

Lin Xiuhe took the lunchbox.

"I'll take it back this afternoon."

She had just taken two bites when the phone rang.

Team Leader Yan, who was nearby, answered the call first.

"This is a research institute."

The person on the other end said a few words.

He picked up a pen and paper.

"A lock factory?"

"Has the steel arrived on the production line?"

"Will salaries still be paid on the 28th?"

Everyone in the office heard it.

Team Leader Yan then asked:

"Can the first batch of box buckles be delivered tonight?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became louder.

"Team Leader Yan, I will report what happened at the factory."

"I just have one question: Will Comrade Lin come again?"

Team Leader Yan adjusted his glasses.

"She is currently suspending her participation in the Linzhou collaboration; the institute will make arrangements for her later."

Factory Director Liang was getting anxious.

"If she hadn't stopped me yesterday, I would have already submitted my withdrawal application."

"The machines are running, and the workers' wages are safe."

"I'll accept it no matter who's in your shoes, but you at least need to explain things clearly, right?"

Team Leader Yan looked at the two stacks of documents on the table.

One item to be inspected tonight.

A month-end reconciliation statement.

There's also the delivery date from Hongxing Factory, which is five days later.

"The research institute will continue to manage it."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He didn't ask Lin Xiuhe if she had heard him.

He tucked the paper he had just written down into the lock factory's documents and then flipped through the daily necessities factory's documents again.

At 1 p.m., he canceled his original meeting.

"Zhao Qingsong, you're coming with me to Linzhou."

Zhao Qingsong, holding the documents, visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the two left, Engineer Sun glanced at the doorway.

"The fact that Team Leader Yan was willing to make the trip himself shows that he really wants to take on the task."

Lin Xiuhe closed the lunchbox.

"That's good."

Mr. Sun didn't say anything else.

At 3 p.m., the second call came in.

This time it's a daily necessities factory.

Team Leader Yan was still in Linzhou, so the people in the office transferred the call to Engineer Sun.

Director Shen began by saying:

"We're not here to build personal relationships."

"The temporary loan orders, quantities, delivery dates, and responsible persons for yesterday's batch of steel strips from both factories have all been rewritten."

"The research institute said the paperwork was incomplete, so we're sending the formal application over now."

Engineer Sun asked:

"Who will be responsible for the application ultimately depends on the institute's arrangements."

"I know."

Director Shen answered quickly.

"But our factory has the right to write down who got to the bottom of this matter from beginning to end."

Sun Gong looked at Lin Xiuhe.

"Who did you write in the 'responsible person' column?"

The sound of turning pages came from the other end of the phone.

"Lin Xiuhe".

"The application has been stamped and will be mailed out this afternoon."

"I don't care what the lock factory writes. Our daily necessities factory accepts her word."

Several people in the office looked up.

All the documents about Linzhou on Lin Xiuhe's desk had been moved out.

Only the suspension notice is still tucked inside my notebook.

Just as Mr. Sun was about to speak, the person on the other end of the phone asked again:

"Are the paperwork complete this time?"

At that moment, the office door was pushed open.

Team Leader Yan had just returned from Linzhou, and his trouser legs were still covered in dust from the factory yard.

He happened to hear the last sentence.

Mr. Sun handed him the receiver.

Team Leader Yan stood by the table and reached out to pull out the suspension notice from Lin Xiuhe's workbook.