"Jianghua."
The strong young man picked up the phone again and shouted: "Section chief, let me ask clearly, my name is Jiang Hua, what, oh, let someone take it to you, okay, okay."
The strong young man put down the phone and said to the other guard: "San'er, you watch first, I will bring him over to the section chief."
Following the strong young man toward the factory, this guy wanted to talk to Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua was not a fool, and kept talking nonsense.
"Section Chief, I've brought you here." The strong young man shouted as he stood at the door and knocked.
"come in."
Opening the door, the strong young man took Jiang Hua into the office. Han Jin was holding the newspaper and studying the top instructions hard when he saw Jiang Hua and laughed.
"Hua Zi, why did I think of looking for your Uncle Han today?"
Han Jin put down the newspaper and said to the young man leading the way: "This is the child of my old leader. You can go back to your post. I will register it myself later."
The system of the ministry-level unit is strict. Han Jin relied on his status to have Jiang Hua brought in, but he would have to register clearly later. This is an organizational process and cannot be careless.
"Okay, section chief, you are busy, I will go back to my post first."
After closing the door, Han Jin motioned Jiang Hua to sit on the sofa, then turned around and poured Jiang Hua a glass of water.
"Is something wrong? I don't have enough living expenses."
As Han Jin was about to dig out his pocket, Jiang Hua put down the enamel teapot to stop Han Jin.
"No, the living expenses are enough. Last month, Uncle Ma gave me thirty yuan and thirty kilograms of food stamps. I can't help but accept them."
"Hey, you know this guy from the Horse Racing Bureau. He's used to saying the same thing. If you are told to take it, you must take it. If you dare to take it, your hand will be cut off. If he gives it to you, you can take it. He and your father are dead. friendship."
Han Jin sat back on his desk, opened the drawer, looked for it, took out some bills and said, "Since the horse racing bureau has given you money and food stamps, I will give you some non-staple food stamps, as well as tobacco and alcohol stamps. You will also grow up." Yes, you can smoke and drink alcohol, but you have to exercise moderation."
Jiang Hua wanted to refuse, but Han Jin glared: "Well, if Ma Bureau is high and powerful, you can accept it. You can't accept what I, the little section chief, give you. It's up to others to choose the dishes."
Jiang Hua had no choice but to pay the bills and said with a smile: "What can I do? My uncles and uncles love me, but I don't need so much."
"Take it, be prepared, tell me what business you have come to see your uncle for today? If you can do it, do it on the spot. If you can't do it, do whatever you can to do it."
Jiang Hua took out the drawings and spread them on the coffee table.
"Uncle, I designed a repeating crossbow myself. I want to shoot some pheasants, hares and the like for a tooth festival. Isn't this a steel rolling mill? See if you can do it for me."
Han Jin took the drawing and looked at it, and said with a smile: "I can't tell, this guy has some skills. This thing is just like a gun. It also has a butt. But I don't know if it can be done. I'll bring it." You go ask the workshop fitter."
Along the way, people kept saying hello to Han Jin, looking at Jiang Hua with curiosity, but no one dared to ask about Han Jin's majesty.
Entering the workshop, Han Jin found an old fitter and asked, "Master Yi, see if you can do this."
When Jiang Hua saw this fitter, he understood what was going on in this steel rolling mill. Isn't this the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill in Qingman Siheyuan? The Master Yi in front of him was the arrogant and sinister man who was disliked by everyone at the starting point. Is it Yi Zhonghai?
Yi Zhonghai took the drawings, without looking at the data, but praised: "Chief Han, you still have this skill. This drawing looks professional at first glance. It takes more than ten years to draw such a neat drawing." .”
"How can I do this? I am good at carrying a gun, but I am no good at making guns. This is a painting by my nephew."
Yi Zhonghai looked at Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua was observing the machine tool at the moment. It was an old product with the word RB on the nameplate. It was left by the Japanese. Jiang Hua had never seen such obsolete goods when he was in school.
Yi Zhonghai complimented: "This kid looks stable at first glance. With his skills, he has been trained in the workshop for two years. He must be a good material for technicians."
"No way, he's only sixteen years old, and I'm not planning to let him go into a factory. In a year or two, I'll send him to join the army. His parents are both martyrs, so he can be forged and forged in the army."
"Martyrs are glorious."
Jiang Hua curled his lips and said: "I dare not say it is glorious, but you must be loyal to the country and die a worthy death."
Jiang Hua actually has very little impression of his parents. He lost his parents when he was nine years old, and with Jiang Hua's death in the 21st century, the impression of his parents is even more blurred.
Moreover, what he said in his speech was also very particular. At this time, it was important to speak with the highest directive. Jiang Hua’s quote from the article "Serving the People" was also the highest directive.
Han Jinru patted Jiang Hua's head with the same feeling, but said nothing.
Yi Zhonghai looked at the drawings in detail, thought about it carefully and said: "No problem, this thing is not complicated, it can be done in half a day. It just so happens that the factory is not busy right now, I will make it for you before I get off work."
Han Jin said happily, "Then I'd like to thank Master Yi. Please spend some time and make the leather more solid. Just tell me how much the materials cost when the time comes."
Jiang Hua also said: "Thank you, Uncle Yi."
Yi Zhonghai waved his hand nonchalantly, "You're welcome, it's just a sidekick. You go ahead and get busy. I'll prepare the materials right now."
Han Jin took Jiang Hua out. Jiang Hua said, "Uncle, please do your work. I'll leave first. I'll come back to get it before get off work in the afternoon."
"Why are we walking? It's almost eleven o'clock. It's time for lunch. Come to my uncle's place. Can I let you go on an empty stomach? If this gets out, you won't be able to make your uncle's jokes. "
Han Jin couldn't help but carried Jiang Hua away and walked towards the back and entered the cafeteria. Han Jin shouted: "Zhu Zhu, are you stupid?"
"Hey, isn't this Section Chief Han? It's not lunch time yet, why did you come to the cafeteria early? You are out of touch with the masses."
A plump woman in her twenties or thirties said jokingly, and Han Jin didn't take it seriously.
"Whoever is separated from the masses doesn't know that I, Han Jin, have been mingling with the masses since I started working. Today my nephew comes to see me. You ask Si Zhu to cook two hard dishes, and I will treat my nephew well."
He poked his head out of the kitchen exit and said jokingly: "That's right, who doesn't know that Section Chief Han likes to mingle with the crowd. Last time when the workers in Workshop 6 made trouble, Section Chief Han got into a fight."
Han Jin pretended to be angry and said: "Stop playing cymbals with me, silly Zhu. You are the only one who needs me to suppress you with force. Go cook quickly and get some hard food. Then you can pay with me later."
Silly Zhu retracted his head and responded loudly: "Chief Han, please just watch. I will use my skills today to make sure your nephew eats his tongue deliciously."
