Qi Hong's brain short-circuited for three seconds before she realized who this thief-looking guy was.

"Director! You're back?" Qi Hong took off the gloves on her hands, brushed her work hat to reveal a strand of hair, and asked happily.

"I came back last night, Sister Hong! How's your work going? I think you're quite skilled at it, on par with the veterans."

"Very good, very good!"

"Sister Hong, I haven't seen you for half a year. I feel like something's wrong with you."

"That's right, something's wrong. Take a good look at what's changed about me, Sister Hong."

Wan Feng looked at Qi Hong carefully. Her height and appearance had not changed much. The most obvious change was that her face was a little darker than before. He didn't know if it was due to oil or sunburn, but it was also a lot rosier. She looked very energetic, as if her whole body was filled with explosive power.

"It's quite a change. I feel like you're in really good mental and physical condition now, and you seem very motivated."

"You see? I feel the same way. I can eat, sleep, and work. Most importantly, I feel like my life has a purpose. It's not like the confusion I had before. I'm full of energy in everything I do."

"Sister Hong, I really can't believe that a woman like you would be so interested in tinkering with machinery, and you do it so well. Keep up the good work! There will be rewards for every effort."

Workers like Qi Hong who tinker with imported machine tools are among the highest-paid workers at the Nanwan factory. Their basic salary is around 200 yuan, and as long as they do not exceed the red line for defective product rates that month, they will receive bonuses of several dozen yuan.

"Has my master returned?"

"Your master?" Wan Feng was stunned for a moment before he realized that Chen Dao was Qi Hong's master.

But this master was just a nominal one, because Chen Dao didn't teach her for even a few days.

"He's back. This time he's back and he's not leaving."

"Really!" Qi Hong exclaimed in surprise, with tears in her eyes.

This is a bit strange, why are you so happy?

Wan Feng suddenly remembered his predictions about Qi Hong and Chen Dao when she first came to Nanwan Factory.

Could it be that old man Chen Dao is really going to have a romantic encounter?

Could it be that Qi Hong has developed an inferiority complex about relationships because of her past, and is afraid to interact with young people, so she plans to find an old bachelor to fool around with for the rest of her life?

This idea is not a good one. Wan Feng has given a gag order to everyone who knows her past, and they are absolutely not allowed to talk about even a single detail of Qi Hong's past.

In other words, as long as Jiang Wei doesn't tell anyone, no one will know her past.

If she uses her acting skills, squeezes her legs together and pretends to be a virgin, she will have no problem fooling those two stupid, black men!

Thinking of this, Wan Feng's mind automatically appeared the image of a lady in red, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qi Hong was puzzled by Wan Feng's smile.

After saying goodbye to Qi Hong, Wan Feng took another walk around the factory.

As a machining workshop, dirtiness and disorder are the most common phenomena.

In his previous life, Wan Feng worked in a machinery factory for two years and had a deep understanding of this.

But now the machining workshop of Nanwan Factory is bright and clean, and the floor is spotless.

From the perspective of hygiene alone, the production situation in this workshop is reassuring.

After coming out of the processing workshop, Wan Feng returned to the scientific research workshop and came to Liang Bingyu and Chen Dao.

The person Chen Dao was discussing was a senior Russian craftsman, who was the leader of this group of Russians. His name seemed to be Alexander or something.

"Privitt." Wan Feng greeted Alexander in Russian.

Privit means hello in Russian and is used as a greeting between people who know each other.

If someone says hello to you when you meet them for the first time, they mean Zdrastveje. But if you say hello to Maozi alone, it means two different levels. It's just out of boredom.

"Alexander, are you enjoying working with us?"

"Very good! Very good!" Wan Feng asked him questions in Russian, and Alexander answered in Chinese, which seemed a bit incoherent.

"You Chinese people are so hospitable and enthusiastic at work!"

"Alexander, I'm going to get together with you, the outside technicians, at noon today. Firstly, I want to thank you for your selfless contribution to our company, and secondly, I want to lay the foundation for our future cooperation. Let's have a good drink at the Hongying Hotel at noon."

When Alexander heard about drinking, he became excited: "Stop talking, stop talking!"

"Then you guys continue your discussion. I'll call you when I get off work at noon."

Wan Feng stood up and walked towards Li Da's group.

Li Da and several Chinese technicians are now discussing something in front of a 2А459АМФ4 precision CNC coordinate boring machine produced by the Kuibyshev Machine Tool Plant.

"I think we can change this number axis and make it a little thinner. These rotating shafts made by the Russians are really speechless. Why do they make them so thick?" said a technician.

"Isn't being big, thick, and crude a Soviet tradition? But if you make this change, I'm afraid the entire gear shaft will have to be modified. Will the resulting lathe still be able to reach the original level?"

"I think we can give it a try. The boss asked us to do this research so that we can absorb the essence of Soviet machine tools, discard their dregs, and create something with our own unique characteristics... Oh, General Wan is here."

Li Da, who was summarizing, interrupted his words when he saw Wan Feng coming over.

"Thank you for your hard work, masters!"

Wan Feng's greeting drew laughter.

"Mr. Li, you go ahead and do your thing. I just came over to take a look."

"Xiao Wan, after six months of disassembling and reassembling these Soviet machine tools, we've basically managed to replicate them exactly as they were. However, we've discovered some significant shortcomings, and we're trying to improve them. But we're worried that the test lathes we produce won't be successful, wasting the testing funds."

This is a disguised way of seeking psychological comfort!

Of course Wan Feng will strongly support scientific research.

"It's a fantasy to do scientific research without making mistakes. No invention has ever been made without thousands of failures. The saying that failure is the root of success isn't said in vain. Just go for it, it's just a few bucks. If you want to stand firm against the storm, you need to spend money. Our company is strong and can withstand any adversity. I support you. Write a report and ask Director Zhu for approval on how much money you need."

"See, I told you, our boss is not a snotty fool. He's willing to spend money on scientific research."

Li Da, beaming with pride, then raised another question: "Xiao Wan, there's another problem. It's quite difficult for us to produce the operating tables for those CNC machine tools. The main reason is that the Soviet electronic components are very hard to come by in the market, and even finding replacements is difficult."

What's the problem? Can't we just import from the Soviet Union? We're just doing trade, what's the big deal?

Wan Feng was about to speak when Li Da told him a shocking piece of news the next second.