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　　Envy is a must.

　　As the largest industrial enterprise in Star City, being able to enter the Yonghong factory is equivalent to winning an iron rice bowl. You don’t have to worry about birth, old age, sickness or death at all, and various benefits are even more generous.

　　 Take the New Year's Day welfare as an example. From the dumplings of the Dragon Boat Festival, the moon cakes of the Mid-Autumn Festival, to the rice, noodles, oil, meat, and fish for the New Year, there are only things you can't think of, and there is no Yonghong Factory.

　　 Even the diapers for newborns are solved by the factory. The treatment is not comparable to that of several nearby factories.

　　Zhuang Jianye didn't know the enviable eyes of everyone in the car, but he also knew that many people wanted to enter such a factory even after sharpening their heads.

　　 Zhuang Jianye didn't sharpen his head, but came in. I have to say it was a miracle.

　　 showed the letter of introduction, Zhuang Jianye went through the gate guarded by the soldiers and entered the Yonghong Machinery Factory.

The straight asphalt road cuts the factory area into patchy "tofu blocks". Each factory building is located in it. Each factory building and building is surrounded by dense forests, tall sycamore, hibiscus, cedar and oleander , It produces abundant oxygen molecules, and absorbs the acidic corrosive smell from the surface treatment workshop.

　　 The roar of the machine walking in, then rushed towards his face.

　　 This factory is really big, with more than a dozen branch factories. In addition to machining, there are also sheet metal, casting and forging, thermal surface treatment, assembly and commissioning workshops.

In addition to these main production workshops, there are workshops for tools, tooling, machine repair, power, etc., as well as physical and chemical test centers, metallographic rooms, regional measurement stations, calculation stations, raw materials, finished products warehouses, oil depots, plumbing, transportation, environmental protection, etc. department.

　　 There is even a railway connecting the main line and a three-kilometer flight runway.

　　The building that manages such a huge factory area is the No. 9 building located in the very center. It is also a famous landmark building in Star City. It was built in the late 1950s. The strong Soviet-style red brick building is particularly stalwart and tall.

　　 There are four large square pillars on the front. The gray of the square pillars and the roof contrast with the red of the main body, highlighting the grandeur. On the top of the towering building in the center, there is a shining red five-star, which is particularly solemn and sacred in the sun, and it also shows the unique identity of the national defense industry.

　　 The main building is integrated with the podiums on both sides. The terrazzo floor is smooth and slippery. The stairs are spacious and bright. Zhuang Jianye touched the handrails above. Good fellow, all solid wood.

　　 "This material is really honest."

　　 After comparing the various alternatives of the previous life, Zhuang Jianye was very emotional for a while, went to the communication room next to him, and made a call.

　　 Soon a young man about twenty-five or six-year-old rushed upstairs, and when he saw Zhuang Jianye hurriedly greeted him: "Give me the luggage, you hurry up to report. There are many people reporting today."

The person here is Ning Xiaohui’s eldest brother, Ning Xiaodong, an officer in the Information Department of the Factory’s Intelligence Department. He is tall and thin, looks gentle, with the department’s name, not to mention that there is such a low-key intelligence. .

It’s just that this information is not the other. The main responsibility of FATEK's intelligence is the translation, sorting and compilation of foreign language technical materials. It is not a secret agency gathered by real agents. Ning Xiaodong’s main job is to translate foreign language materials and use imported equipment. Instructions.

At this moment, he had taken Zhuang Jianye’s luggage in his hand, immediately looked at his watch, and hurriedly said: "When I finish my work, I will go to you. The old man in the Personnel Department has already greeted him and went straight to him. That's it."

　　 After speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the stairs with his luggage, looking anxious.

　　 Recently, the FATEK plant is preparing to cooperate with the United States on a cooperation project, and the plant’s intelligence department is really busy, because the supporting materials are all in foreign languages ​​and need to be translated as soon as possible before they can be put into use. Therefore, these days, the plant’s intelligence department has a heavy burden.

　　Ning Xiaohui told him about these things in the letter before he came to the factory. Today, it turned out to be true. The prospective brother Ning Xiaodong is very slow on weekdays.

　　 As a result, as soon as they met today, they burned like myself. They had to hurriedly leave after only a few words, which shows how much pressure their intelligence department is.

　　 So, Zhuang Jianye didn't say anything, and went directly to the personnel office on the fourth floor.

　　 Because of the greeting of the prospective father-in-law, the report and work were implemented very quickly. The technician in the second room of the Experimental Division of the Technology Department is the job that Zhuang Jianye was assigned.

　　 can't be said to be very good, but it is not bad, it belongs to the ordinary technical work.

　　 There is no way. There are so many eyes in the factory staring at him. As soon as he entered the factory, the graduate who was assigned to the Yonghong factory went to the office of Building 9 to work as an office. Old man Ning still had to be drowned by the saliva in the factory.

　　So Zhuang Jianye didn't care about it. The technicians in the Experimental Division of the Process Department were quite satisfactory. After all, he got up from the technician step by step in his previous life, and he was familiar with it.

　　 It was noon after leaving the Personnel Department, Zhuang Jianye went to the cafeteria to eat with a few graduates of the same period, and went to the housing management dormitory together in the afternoon. Even if he settled down in the Yonghong factory.

Thinking of some, a few people have already arrived in the canteen. Just after they finished their meal, they heard a loud noise at the entrance of the canteen. The few people who were eating and chatting immediately stopped their chopsticks, and UU read www.uukanshu.com. The good thing is that he stood up and curled his neck and looked towards the door.

I saw a middle-aged man in work clothes, pulling a young man who was not tall but very sturdy with an angry face: "Peng Chuan, your son of a tortoise, finally caught you, let’s go, let’s find The leader will judge."

　　 The young man named Peng Chuan looked panicked, but he refused to admit defeat: "Why do you find a leader? It was a production problem in your workshop. Why did you pull me?"

　　 "Why can I find you? If it weren't for your data, could there be a problem in our workshop?" The middle-aged man took Peng Chuan and didn't let go, he was about to pull people away like this.

Of course, Peng Chuan couldn’t let the other party succeed. The problem was that he was sturdy, but no matter how strong he was, he was staggered in just a few rounds, causing Peng Chuan’s bag to fall. Going to the side, there are scattered books and materials.

　　 "My stuff!"

Seeing the books and materials scattered in the bag, and being stepped on by the people watching the excitement around him, Peng Chuan was so distressed that he almost cried, and he couldn't help getting angry, and he didn't know where the strength came from, breaking away from the middle-aged man. Hurry up to the book materials and put them in the bag.

When he stood up again, his face was also covered with frost: "Master Cen, your precision casting workshop was notified and criticized that it was a decision made by the factory. The big guys are all employees in the factory. There is a little **** in your workshop. Who doesn't know, why keep holding on to me?"

　　 "That's because there is a problem with the data you gave." Master Chuang is obviously not as articulate as Peng Chuan, but he bites on the data and does not let go.

　　 Peng Chuan suddenly became anxious: "You have a problem with the data on the left sentence, and there is a sentence with the data. It happened to be that so many people were surrounded today, let everyone comment, where on earth am I sorry for your workshop?"