Rebirth 84 Everything depends on hands

Lin Xiaolan found that everyone was looking at her strangely, and murmured in her heart. What on earth was going on? Although Lin Xiaolan didn't understand exactly what happened, it was all because of the technical department drawing in her hand. The most important thing was that she almost saw it. I don't understand this drawing.

"Master, this...I can't understand most of these drawings." Lin Xiaolan looked at Chen Shuhua with some fear and said, "Would you like to talk to Deputy Section Chief Shen and ask someone else to do it?"

Chen Shuhua is also a woman, so she naturally knows the methods used by men to pursue women, but she has no way to explain it to Lin Xiaoli.

"What are you talking about? He is probably waiting for you in the office right now. Just follow the drawings he gave you, and I will just watch from the side. If you don't understand, ask me." After Chen Shuhua finished speaking, she sat down on the chair next to her. Go up and watch Lin Xiaolan operate.

After seeing Lin Xiaolan at the factory gate this morning, Shen Peng was a little restless. When he was eating in the canteen at noon, Lin Xiaolan came into his sight again.

Aunt Feng was right. This girl looked really good, with a pretty face, long black hair, and bright eyes. Shen Peng felt that Lin Xiaolan had fallen into his heart at once. Although she had a rural registered permanent residence, I don’t know how many times better than the rotten garlic introduced to me at home.

It's a pity that Lin Xiaolan is already married to Chen Feng. How could such a good girl take advantage of a second-rate man like Chen Feng? If he had come to the electronics factory earlier, he would probably be discussing marriage with Lin Xiaolan now, and it would still be the turn of a second-rate man like Chen Feng.

Compared with Chen Feng, I don't know how much better I am. I graduated from a prestigious university and both my parents worked in government agencies, but Chen Feng was just a second-rate man who was fired from the factory. Thinking about what Aunt Feng said, if I chase Lin Xiaolan, I will be pinched. Thinking about this slowly, Shen Peng felt that Lin Xiaolan was now his own, so he had to take action.

So in the afternoon, Shen Peng deliberately produced the design drawings and asked Lin Xiaolan to make them. The original intention was to ask Lin Xiaolan to come to the office to find him. Later, Shen Peng approached Lin Xiaolan out of concern. However, the drawings were sent to the workshop director, and more than an hour passed. Suddenly, there was no movement at all, and Shen Peng began to wander around the office.

While Lin Xiaolan was immersed in processing the original parts, Chen Feng, with the help of Han Bing, paid the money for the electrical appliances, obtained the factory certificate, and returned to Director Ren's warehouse.

"Is it done?" Director Ren took off his reading glasses and looked at Chen Feng and asked.

Chen Feng nodded and handed a piece of paper to Director Ren, "I have to trouble you again." Chen Feng said politely.

"It's okay, it's okay, come with me to get the electrical appliances." Director Ren said, picking up the key and taking Chen Feng to the warehouse door.

Han Bing had already driven a Jiefang truck and parked it at the entrance of the warehouse. He and Chen Feng worked together to move all the electrical appliances to the Jiefang truck, then lifted Chen Feng's tricycle up, and the two of them drove out directly.

"Brother Feng, are you really not afraid of losing money?" At this time, Han Bing had changed into a military green work clothes, which made him look much more energetic.

Chen Feng shook his head and handed Han Bing a cigarette, "Don't worry, brother, you won't be compensated for this trip." After saying that, he looked at Han Bing and smiled, "I asked you, why didn't you wear these clothes when you went to the supply and marketing cooperative? If you wear the work clothes of your No. 1 Machinery Factory, I guess the supply and marketing cooperative won't be able to make things difficult for you."

"Wear this to the supply and marketing cooperative?" Han Bing shook his head, "No, it's too vulgar. It's not as fashionable as my clothes."

Having met Chen Feng in later generations, Han Bing's clothes in the morning were truly tacky in his eyes. Chen Feng just shook his head and didn't say much.

"Brother Feng, you don't know," Han Bing drove the car very fast, "my dad has always told me to keep a low profile, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to the supply and marketing cooperative so far away to buy a tape recorder."

The two of them were chatting while driving. Chen Feng looked at Han Bing, as if he was seeing Han Bing whom he got to know later in life, and it was so late to meet him.

"Friends, friends,

have you ever thought of me

if you are enjoying happiness

Please forget me!"

The song "Friends" was once popular all over the country and has not declined even for decades. In the mid-1980s, Chen Feng thought of the future generations, his and Han Bing's little moments during the Great Liberation, and couldn't help but sing it.

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As soon as Chen Feng opened his voice, he immediately shocked Han Bing next to him. As a music fan, Han Bing was deeply attracted by Chen Feng's lyrics on the air.

"Fengge, what song are you singing? It's so nice, with good lyrics and a better artistic conception!" Han Bing asked Chen Feng.

"You must have never heard it. I just wrote it myself." Chen Feng said lightly. You can't say that this is a song from the 1990s. We haven't reached that era yet.

"Squeak!!"

Han Bing suddenly braked and stopped the car. Chen Feng was unprepared and rushed forward, his head almost hitting the windshield.

"Brother, are you driving it like a tank?"

"I'm sorry, Feng Ge," Han Bing apologized hastily, "Are you repeating what you just said?"

"Brother, are you driving it like a tank?"

"Not this sentence, the previous one?"

"What?" Chen Feng was instantly confused by the question, "What did I say in the last sentence?"

"Brother," Han Bing grabbed Chen Feng's arm, "you said you wrote that song yourself?"

Chen Feng expressed that he was speechless. What's wrong with a song? That's right. After all, the person who sang this song has been relying on this song for his whole life.

"Ah," Chen Feng said hesitantly, "I... I just thought of the words when I had nothing to do at night."

"Where's the music?"

"Music? How can I write music? I can just sing it however I want!" Chen Feng replied nonchalantly.

"Brother, please teach me to sing this song," Han Bing almost said in a tone of begging Chen Feng. Even when he met the deputy director this afternoon, Han Bing never said this.

"No, you stopped the car suddenly, just for this?" Chen Feng looked at Han Bing and smiled, "What do I mean? Wait until I write down the lyrics for you, and then you can sing however you want.

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"No, brother," Han Bing still grabbed Chen Feng, then took his tape recorder from the back seat, then took out a brand new blank tape from the car and put it in.

"Brother, I'll drive, you sing, and I'll record it and go home to learn." Han Bing opened his mouth and smiled happily.

How could Han Bing pursue a career in music in the future? This guy is so talented in music. Chen Feng just sang it again, and then Han Bing was singing along the way, and he actually remembered the words word for word.

When they arrived at Chen Feng's house, they moved everything into Chen Feng's house. In order to thank Han Bing for his help, Chen Feng took a few bottles of ice-cold soda and put them in Han Bing's car for him to drink on the way. But what Chen Feng didn't know was

, this time I met Han Bing and created a future music god.