Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

To build mechanical hydraulics, the cooperation of level 8 workers is not enough. It also requires the cooperation of various workshops to produce related parts.

As a result, more than 20,000 employees of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill witnessed the first large-scale mobilization of the entire factory in their lives.

The first workshop is responsible for producing crankshafts.

The second workshop is responsible for producing oil return pipes.

The third workshop is responsible for producing ball heads.

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Following Wang Weidong's order, all the workshops of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill gave up their original production plans, and more than 20,000 workers were busy working on the odd-shaped parts.

This is the characteristic of this era, one command can squeeze all the power into a fist.

It is precisely because of this cohesion that China, which was impoverished and destitute, could quickly become one of the world's powerful countries.

In a lively atmosphere, parts were delivered one by one to the assembly room of Workshop No. 11.

"No, this size is a bit too big. Eliminate it!"

"The curvature of the surface is not enough, so it will be eliminated!"

"The oil pipe buckle is not elastic enough, so it will be eliminated!"

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In order to ensure that the first batch of hydraulic boosters can be perfectly launched at the Port City Expo, Wang Weidong's requirements are also extremely strict, and he does not hesitate to eliminate those parts with an error of more than 0.001.

Seeing the parts they had worked so hard to produce being thrown into the scrap heap like rubbish, those level eight workers were filled with resentment.

In the past, the parts they manufactured were exempt from inspection.

Wang Weidong also understood the mood of the eighth-level workers, but he knew that large foreign automobile companies would not understand his mood.

Once the hydraulic booster comes on stage, foreign countries will inevitably find faults and find ways to discredit the hydraulic booster.

"The transmission rod error exceeds 0.1 mm, we will be eliminated!" Wang Weidong put down the vernier caliper and shook his head.

Zhao Jiefang, who had been waiting aside for a long time, came over and threw the transmission rod into the corner under Yi Zhonghai's disbelieving gaze.

"Wang Weidong, you did it on purpose! The error is 0.1 millimeter, is that called an error?" Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but roar.

This is already the fifth transmission rod he has built in ten days.

In his opinion, Wang Weidong was deliberately making things difficult for him.

"Master Yi, I have already announced the error standards. The error of the transmission rod cannot exceed 0.05 millimeters." Wang Weidong looked indifferent.

"0.05 mm? Come on, make one for me to see!" Yi Zhonghai sneered.

A truck driver who wants to show off to an eighth-level worker is seeking death.

"I'll do it, I'll do it?" Wang Weidong thought Yi Zhonghai was a bit ridiculous. He was about to kick Yi Zhonghai out of the project team when a tall figure pushed the door open and came in.

"Just because you can't do it at Level 8 Easy, doesn't mean that all Level 8 workers can't do it."

The person who came was none other than Gu Zheng, the representative of the eighth-level worker. He picked up the transmission rod from the corner and took a look at it. He stroked the face of the rod with his rough, wrinkled hands and slowly closed his eyes.

Two seconds later, Gu Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, threw the transmission rod into the corner, and walked up to Yi Zhonghai.

"Level 8 Yi, your level has dropped a lot over the years, and you can't even use a file anymore."

"I, I..." Yi Zhonghai hesitated, wanting to find a gap to slip in.

He could fool a layman like Wang Weidong, but he was very timid when facing Gu Zheng, who had worked in the Gobi Desert.

"Comrade Weidong, I feel that Yi Zhonghai's level is not enough to complete this work. On behalf of the eighth-level workers in the project team, I suggest that Comrade Yi Zhonghai leave the project team." Gu Zheng looked at Yi Zhonghai coldly.

Gu Zheng and Yi Zhonghai are old acquaintances. When they were young, they worked in the same workshop and their relationship was quite harmonious.

As time went by, he found that the old worker who once concentrated on his studies was becoming more and more slack.

Moreover, there are still unclear rumors circulating about Yi Zhonghai and his female apprentice.

In Gu Zheng's view, level eight workers represent the top existence and are extremely sacred.

Now Yi Zhonghai has lost his qualification as an eighth-level worker.

Minnow

Yi Zhonghai also shivered with fright when he heard Gu Zheng's words.

This old guy Gu Zheng wants to take away my status as an eighth-level worker.

To the current Yi Zhonghai, being an eighth-level worker is a talisman.

He had no choice but to lose this amulet. If something happened, the steel rolling mill would not protect him.

"Weidong, we live in the same compound, and the uncle treats you well. Isn't it appropriate to kick me out of the project team?" Yi Zhonghai was so anxious that he quickly bent down and begged Wang Weidong.

Wang Weidong's face was gloomy: "Comrade Yi Zhonghai, what are you doing? I'm just a workshop director and a truck driver. I don't know anything about your technical workers and I can't get involved."

A rat spoiled the pot. He was worried about how to kick Yi Zhonghai out. Now that someone came out, it was too late for him to be happy.

Yi Zhonghai wanted to continue talking, but seeing Wang Weidong's firm expression, Gu Zheng was also staring at him with a cold face, and the workers behind him who were delivering parts had disdain on their lips.

He could only say sarcastically: "Director Wang, I have a stomachache. I'm going to go back and rest first."

Then he left the workshop dejectedly in the eyes of everyone with contempt.

"Yi Zhonghai was considered a good player back then and even made the first box cage in the factory. How did it become like this now?"

"Oh, you don't know this, right? I heard from my aunt that Yi Zhonghai cheated on his apprentice's wife."

"Apprentice's wife? Bah, this guy looks decent, how could he do such a beastly thing."

"You don't even know that. That woman looks just like the beauty in the painting. Yi Zhonghai is very comfortable."

"This old guy is so lucky."

"Then why don't you find one too?"

"I want face!!"

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No matter what era, everyone loves sexy news, not to mention the romantic stories about old cows eating other people's tender grass.

"I saw Yi Zhonghai holding up a long spear, ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, no!" and stabbed at Qin Huairu who had the city gate wide open. But who would have thought that the spear was made of wax. Before he reached the city gate, the spear

It became hot and melted, and white wax drops fell all over the floor."

"Qin Huairu escaped, got on his horse, kicked his feet violently, and the big black horse started galloping wildly."

The thin monkey talked more and more enthusiastically, and finally imagined all the details of Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu in bed.

"Ahem, don't chat during working hours!" Wang Weidong reminded Gu Zheng quickly when he saw Gu Zheng's face getting darker and darker.

Gu Zheng: Why are this guy’s men a bunch of sluts?

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Although Yi Zhonghai would not be stripped of his eighth-level title, he was so humiliated that he asked Director Yang for two days off that day and hid in the room crying.

With the eighth-level Gu Zhencheng in place, the remaining eighth-level workers have become more honest.

Those complex machines were built one after another by pairs of dexterous hands.

Although the workers in the workshop were dissatisfied with Wang Weidong's harshness, their dissatisfaction instantly dissipated in the air when they heard the crisp voice from the radio.

"It's a great joy, a great joy. The ministry has sent two big fat pigs. Meat and vegetables will be served in the cafeteria at noon today. No meal tickets are required. The quantity of meat and vegetables is sufficient. All workers, comrades, please line up and avoid crowding."

Meat and vegetables, no meal tickets required!

The workers put down their work and were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths.

This is neither a new year nor a holiday. How could the ministry give away a big fat pig?

Without thinking too much, they knew that Wang Weidong had made another contribution and was rewarded by the ministry.

Eating the fragrant pork, the canteen was filled with gentle laughter.

"This is the third time I've eaten meat this year, both times because of Wang Weidong."

"Wang Weidong, this young man, is really extraordinary. He can let the ministries and commissions invest so much money."

"That is, if anyone says anything bad about Wang Weidong in the future, I, Niu San, will get angry with him."

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