In her previous life, Lin Chuchu was framed by her aunt and uncle, lost her job, and spent her entire life working as their family's servant.
However, her father was a martyr, and her mot...
Seeing Lin Chuchu put down her manuscript, Sister Wang quickly went into the office to help her tidy it up.
"Chuchu, how are you? Are you alright?"
The leader walked in and said.
"It's alright, it's finished, we just need to send it over."
Lin Chuchu rubbed her eyes, staring intently at the manuscript; her eyes were getting blurry.
All eyes fell on the three boxes: one contained the original Russian manuscript, and the other two contained the translated manuscripts, each carefully arranged.
The commander laughed heartily, "Good, good, thank you very much, Chuchu. I will recommend you for commendation later."
Old Song also came over, holding a lunchbox in his hand, "Don't say anything more, Chuchu, eat first, you can rest tomorrow."
Besides the lunchbox, there was also an apple, a can of beef, and Sister Wang had opened her mushroom sauce.
Lin Chuchu was indeed hungry. Everyone else had eaten, leaving her alone, so she began to eat heartily.
The things were taken away, and the room was no longer so crowded. A moment of confusion appeared on Lin Chuchu's face.
Did she really complete the task in seven days?
The next morning, as soon as the reveille sounded, Lin Chuchu sat up reflexively.
I was hoping Dido would take a nap, but honestly...
Lin Chuchu stared blankly for a while, then took her bath ticket and decided to take a bath.
The bathhouse was a large, crowded one. Lin Chuchu wasn't used to it at first, but Sister Wang took her there a few times, and she got used to it.
Just as I stepped outside, I ran into Sister Wang, who was carrying an aluminum lunchbox.
"Chuchu, you're up. Why didn't you sleep a little longer? I've brought your food back."
Lin Chuchu smiled and took it, "I woke up as soon as the reveille sounded."
"Sister Wang, have you eaten? I want to take a shower after I eat."
"I've eaten. Wait for me a bit, I'll go with you."
After finishing my meal, I was heading to the bathhouse with my things.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Sister Wang reacted instantly and shielded Lin Chuchu behind her.
"What's going on? Was that a gunshot?"
"This direction leads to... a research institute; they must be researching something!"
Sister Wang couldn't tell her too much, as it involved confidentiality.
In the afternoon, the lab suddenly called Lin Chuchu over.
This was the first time Lin Chuchu had ever seen a laboratory; it was filled with people in overalls.
The entire laboratory space is very large and high, with a long machine tool placed on the floor.
Many parts were scattered on the ground.
"Hello, you must be Comrade Lin? I'm really sorry to have called you here during your vacation, but we wanted you to help us look at the instruction manual."
A middle-aged man stepped forward and shook Lin Chuchu's hand.
Lin Chuchu shook her head. "It's okay. Where is it? Let me take a look."
Soon, someone delivered a large box containing the original English instruction manual and the manuscript translated by other translators.
Lin Chuchu immediately got to work, picking up the translation and carefully checking it.
There are some pictures above, and each picture corresponds to a machine.
The entire laboratory was quiet, and no one dared to disturb Lin Chuchu.
Lin Chuchu frowned, and after a long while, she stood up and compared the drawings with the parts on the ground.
Everyone else followed behind Lin Chuchu. Although the minister was anxious, he had no choice but to wait patiently.
Lin Chuchu didn't know much about these machine tools, but she could guess their shapes.
Have someone separate the parts, and place the manuscript on top of any parts that match.
As the number of uncategorized parts dwindled, everyone realized something was wrong, because Lin Chuchu still had a stack of blueprints in her hand.
"Damn it, who put the two translations together? How can they be pieced together like this?"
The minister blushed furiously, wishing he could drag the man out and shoot him.
"Minister, could it be that the translator made a mistake?"
After all, the brother unit had just discovered a traitor.
Some people were clamoring to bring in a translator, but Lin Chuchu stopped them.
"Minister, this may not necessarily be the translator's fault."
The minister suddenly realized something, "You mean there was a problem with the instruction manual when it was delivered?"
The machine tools were bought from the Soviet Union at a high price, as were the expert team.
"Those sons of bitches, we feed and care for them, and they still try to outsmart us."
Lin Chuchu couldn't control this matter. She reorganized the instruction manual and spent half a day translating it again.
Originally, it was thought that she didn't need to come anymore, but unexpectedly, Lin Chuchu was called back the next day because there were too few people who could read blueprints.
It was all in English; if it weren't for the serial numbers, they wouldn't be able to tell which way was which.
Lin Chuchu had no choice but to hold up the blueprints and explain to them how to grasp the shape of a component and how to determine how to install each part.
Everyone looked at her with gratitude. Lin Chuchu deserved their respect for teaching them these things.
Soon it was time for the actual installation. Although Lin Chuchu didn't do anything herself, she watched from the sidelines the whole time.
Just as the installation was nearing completion, a man suddenly climbed up from under the machine tool and said, "Minister, there's something underneath that's not connecting properly."
"What should we do? Is something wrong again?"
They've been working on installing this machine tool for almost a month, and now they're just one step away from it, but they just can't seem to get it installed.
The minister was anxious and turned to look at Lin Chuchu.
Lin Chuchu took off her overcoat and said, "Give me a set of work clothes, I'll go down and take a look."
Lin Chuchu put on her clothes and was placed on the trolley. Someone outside told her where she was.
The air was thick with the smell of engine oil. She forced herself to endure the dizziness and raised her flashlight to look.
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