Chapter 37 Decision
The two sat down again, and Qi Ruoqiao asked, "Is she from the textile factory where you repaired the machine before?"
"Yes." Zhao Sihai nodded, "He is the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Textile Factory."
Ruoqiao thought for a moment and said, "How about we go to the factory and have a look later?"
Zhao Sihai shook his head, "I agreed but I can't push it. This kind of technology is only in the hands of others. Even experts can't figure it out, so how can I repair it?"
Ruoqiao pursed her lips slightly, "If you know the structural principles of the machine, can you repair it?"
Zhao Sihai looked up and saw that she was still serious. He couldn't help but chuckle, "How could I know."
Ruoqiao glared at him, "Just answer me honestly."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Sihai was helpless. Although he felt that his wife's look just now was like a coquettish one, he still stopped teasing her.
"If we know the detailed structure and production principle, the possibility will be about 30%."
"Only 30%?" Ruoqiao frowned.
Zhao Sihai had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and explain to her seriously.
"First of all, I don't know where the machine is broken, how serious it is, whether there are any damaged parts, and whether we have suitable replacements for the damaged parts; secondly, for a precision machine like this, if we want to detect it, we need some machine assistance. Sometimes even a good cook cannot cook without rice."
After he finished speaking, he saw that Ruoqiao's brows were knitted tighter, and he was a little confused, "You hope I can fix it?"
Ruoqiao looked up at him and sighed, "If it can be repaired, not only will I not have to spend money to buy another one, but I will also not have to worry about it."
Ordinary people living in this era may not feel it deeply.
Only after walking a few dozen steps can you look back.
Only then did I realize that the humiliation suffered by China in these generations was no less than that before the founding of the country.
What's more, if she really guessed it right, then the newly purchased machine tools in the future will also be replaced by discarded waste products.
It's really disgusting that people are treating you like a fat sheep, but you stick your head out and get slaughtered.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Sihai lowered his brows and sighed.
He was also unhappy, but what could he do since the technology was in the hands of others and foreign countries were imposing a technological blockade on China?
Just as I was silent, I heard a buzzing sound from the window.
Zhao Sihai quickly stood up and brought the remaining two dishes to the table.
When An An saw it, she exclaimed.
Pointing at the pearl meatballs, he asked, "Mom, what is this?"
Ruoqiao smiled and said, "This is a pearl meatball, a layer of glutinous rice wrapped in a meatball."
Zhao Sihai smiled and picked one for each of them, saying gently, "Don't think too much, just eat."
Ruoqiao smiled and nodded and continued eating, but she had made a decision in her heart.
The portions of the three dishes were very generous. The honey-glazed pork belly filled a whole plate, and there were ten pearl meatballs. Each portion was just over half a pound of meat, which was quite substantial.
An An just ate a few wontons and dumplings, a winter melon roll, a piece of pork belly, and a pearl meatball and she was full.
Ruoqiao was full after eating the wontons, and he only touched one of the three dishes.
Zhao Sihai was able to finish it, but he couldn't bear to eat it, so he put the rest in an aluminum lunch box and took it away.
After dinner, the family of three walked hand in hand on the street.
When they passed by Hongfeng Photo Studio, Zhao Sihai suddenly pulled them in and said, "Let's take a family photo too."
"Hey..." Ruoqiao was pulled into the room.
As soon as he entered the room, the photographer who was fiddling with machine parts at the counter immediately looked up.
"Hello comrade, we want to take a family photo." Zhao Sihai said.
The photographer looked at Ruoqiao twice more and asked, "Just one photo?"
"right."
"One dollar."
"Okay." Zhao Sihai took the money quickly, then hugged An An, and took Ruoqiao and the photographer upstairs.
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