"Master, are you bullying the factory director? When I first came here, he even cried."
In the workshop, Lin Nianhe asked Rong Zhiguo in a low voice.
Rong Zhiguo lost his temper over the fact that Lin Nianhe had to call him master. He lit a cigarette and said in a dull voice: "What can I do to him? He is scared by himself."
"Um?"
Rong Zhiguo glanced at her, with equal disgust in his eyes: "You have caused such a big problem for us, even the Ministry of Foreign Trade has been alarmed. If we can't make what you want to do, the higher ups are not allowed to do anything. Our machine factory will fight to the end?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She really hadn't thought about this.
For her, asking Uncle Huang to help contact the machinery factory was the fastest and easiest way, but she ignored the machinery factory's ideas.
Just imagine, you are sitting in the office, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and suddenly a big boss who is several levels above you calls and tells you that another big boss’s precious daughter is going to make a project that no one has heard of or seen. I want you to help me coordinate...
Whoever you put it on should not be scolded on the spot!
Lin Nianhe patted his head and muttered in annoyance: "I really don't need a lesson for doing this!"
Rong Zhiguo didn't expect that Lin Nianhe would understand all this in an instant. The disgust in his eyes disappeared a little. He looked at the redness on Lin Nianhe's forehead and said with some unbearability: "How old are you? It's normal for you to be ignorant. Old Chang He just has such a worthless temper, so don't pay attention to him."
Lin Nianhe shook his head: "If it's wrong, it's wrong. I didn't think carefully."
After saying that, she walked towards Chang Jinzhong who was threshing corn cobs.
Rong Zhiguo didn't follow. He lit a cigarette and looked at Lin Nianhe's back and smiled.
"This girl is interesting." He whispered to himself.
The eldest disciple next to him didn't hear what he said and asked, "Master, what did you say?"
Rong Zhiguo: "I said if you don't get up to speed, you should be transferred to another workshop."
First disciple: "...!"
Lin Nianhe walked to Chang Jinzhong and waited for him to stop what he was doing before saying, "Uncle Chang, I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Chang Jinzhong didn't calm down and looked at her doubtfully.
Lin Nianhe smiled apologetically: "I didn't expect that asking Uncle Huang for help directly would cause trouble to you and the machine factory. I'm really sorry." After that, she bowed solemnly to Chang Jinzhong.
Chang Jinzhong was even more confused. He looked at Lin Nianhe and then at Lao Rongzi, who rarely looked like a smile. After understanding something, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This old guy, you're going to mess with him when he's not paying attention!
"It has nothing to do with you, it's my problem." Chang Jinzhong was too embarrassed to admit to a junior that he was cowardly, so he could only change the subject, "This thresher is already ready, you can take it back."
Lin Nianhe was keenly aware that there was something that Chang Jinzhong did not want to mention, but she did not ask further questions or take the thresher.
She said: "Uncle Chang, I'm not just doing this for my own use. You know better than me. Can you arrange mass production of this threshing machine? Of course, if there are difficulties, you don't have to feel any pressure. I will tell Uncle Huang I just asked you to make one for me."
"It must be difficult. It's not that easy to build a new production line." Rong Zhiguo walked over with his hands behind his back. He stood next to Lin Nianhe and said to Chang Jinzhong, "Director, you decide."
Chang Jinzhong looked at Rong Zhiguo and felt that the words he just said to him were echoing in his ears again.
Do? Don’t do it?
Difficulty must be accompanied by risks. Yesterday's threshing machine was made by Rong Zhiguo purely by hand. Converting it to machine production requires a lot of work. No matter which link goes wrong, the final result will be very different.
But if it is really made, the vast corn planting area can greatly improve production efficiency...
Chang Jinzhong has avoided responsibilities all his life. Seeing that he is about to retire, does he really want to take on such an uncertain job for himself?
If it works, he can retire with honor; if it doesn't work, then he's really going to die.
Chang Jinzhong was silent and thinking, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.
Lin Nianhe had countless words to persuade, and his success rate was very high.
But she didn't say a word, leaving the choice completely to Chang Jinzhong.
She thought that if he did it, there would be no need to put in any more effort. If he didn't want to take the risk, then she would take this sample back to the Black Province. The steel plants and machinery factories in the Black Province were by no means worse than those in the capital. She You can always find someone brave enough to take on the job.
Time passed by minute by second, and Rong Zhiguo finished smoking one of his cigarettes.
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.
"Girl, come with me. I'll write down the component dimensions and materials for you. You can go find it..."
"Just do it."
Rong Zhiguo raised his eyes and looked at Chang Jinzhong: "What did you say?"
"I said, do it."
Chang Jinzhong's voice was a little dry. He looked at Rong Zhiguo, the corners of his mouth turned upward, and his smile was not pretty.
"I'm already this old, what else is there to be afraid of?" Chang Jinzhong muttered like a self-hypnosis, and then looked at Lin Nianhe, "Girl, you did nothing wrong, really."
He still didn't tell his problem and didn't want Rong Zhiguo to expose his shortcomings, so he said directly: "Old Rongzi, I will report and you will organize the production."
Rong Zhiguo took out the cigarette case, his hands shaking a little.
He threw a cigarette to Chang Jinzhong, squinted his eyes and said, "Okay, let's do it then."
Chang Jinzhong caught the cigarette and smiled, very relaxedly, as if the burden he had carried for many years was finally lifted.
Many times, avoiding is more painful and tiring than facing it.
He was thankful, but what was more, he was surrounded by self-doubt and criticism like clouds and fog day and night, because he knew that he was not originally like this.
Chang Jinzhong looked at the cigarette in his hand, his eyes burning.
Lao Rongzi hadn't given him cigarettes for more than ten years.
Chang Jinzhong asked Lin Nianhe to go to the office to sit for a while on the pretext of arranging production. After sending Lin Nianhe away, he pulled Rong Zhiguo over, looked at him expectantly and asked: "Old Rongzi, have you looked down on me these years? Just because you think I’m worthless and careless?”
Rong Zhiguo: "No, it's mainly because your skills are not good. You are a fitter but you only like to look at pictures and make decorations. You are poor and generous and spend sesame candies on the factory. You work like a girl...and you are bald. .”
Chang Jinzhong: "..."
He, he...what's wrong with his baldness!
"Dab your eyes."
"..."
Lin Nianhe originally thought that the two little old men wanted to open up and have a good chat, but when Chang Jinzhong returned to the office, his expression was as sad as if he had just attended his own funeral.
Lin Nianhe: "Uncle Chang, who are you?"
"No, it's okay," Chang Jinzhong rubbed his face, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked her, "Xiao Lin, do you really want to learn the craft of benchwork?"
"Well, I just want to learn more." He changed the topic too hard. Lin Nianhe didn't understand, but he still nodded honestly.
"Listen to my uncle's advice, you must not learn from Lao Rongzi!" Chang Jinzhong said with tears in his eyes, "We can't have a second Rong Zhiguo in our factory!"
Lin Nianhe's eyes brightened inexplicably: "I'm sorry, Uncle Chang, I don't quite understand what you mean... Please expand it and explain it in detail!"
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