"Tsk, I really envy your skill." The old man clicked his tongue lightly: "When I pick up a peanut, I'm afraid it will fall, but you can pick it up every time."
Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but smile slightly, but then he quickly suppressed it: "This is all the skill I have in my life. Actually, I'd like to stay in Shouren's factory."
"Oh? Then why did you come back?"
"can't read."
"Can't understand?" the third uncle asked in surprise. "It can't be that bad, can it?"
Do you know what a lathe is?
"Ah. I know."
"It turns out that we used a variety of brands, some made by Big Brother, some by Xiao Rizi, and some that we soldered ourselves. I can say that I could handle any of those things. But when I got to Shouren's factory, I saw what real technology was. They just pressed buttons on that small screen, and the lathes made the parts themselves without them even having to lift a finger."
"According to them, this is still in the experimental stage. Later, when some functions are further improved, the accuracy can be further enhanced."
"At this stage, we still need experienced workers. In the next stage, we may not need experienced workers anymore. We will only need high-tech talents who can press buttons on the screen."
"I should have been happy when I heard the news, but I felt a tightness in my chest."
"Fortunately, they can't do it that fine yet, so they still need us old guys." The old man took another sip of wine: "I worked in that factory for six years before I truly realized what technological innovation is."
“When I joined the factory in 1979, I heard them say that they would be upgrading their equipment. I thought that this upgrade would take at least ten years, or even longer. Who knew that they would upgrade and iterate three times in five years.”
Yi Zhonghai was the one who felt it most deeply.
At its core, Wang Shouren's Five-Star Management Regulations aimed to free up labor. This same principle applies to machinery; it's just a matter of how well the machinery and materials can be utilized at this stage. Furthermore, Wang Shouren signed a strategic cooperation agreement with Wang An's team.
We were able to get a lot of help from there.
As for the program, there's not too much to worry about.
Therefore, it was updated three times in just five years.
He had no idea how deep and indelible an impression he had left on these veteran craftsmen.
An old man gave a wry smile: "If he keeps messing around like this, in a few years, or even a decade or more, I reckon I won't be able to understand those machines anymore."
The third uncle didn't feel much.
Only those inside knew just how terrifying Wang Shouren's factory's research and development capabilities were. Every time something new came out, a group of old men would gather around to admire it. Any one of those old men could shake the Chinese scientific community. The things he researched were beyond the scope of any single field. This was also why his research lab was guarded by the XX Bureau.
If Sun Zhicheng had been any more arrogant that day, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to meet Sun Hongbo. Killing him on the spot was no joke.
In response, the old man could only offer a consolation: "Times are changing, which is a good thing."
An old man nodded: "That's true."
Are you feeling unwell?
It's heartbreaking. The skills I've dedicated my entire life to are replaced by a young person who just taps a couple of times on a screen. It's going to be painful for a while no matter what.
Is that acceptable?
Honestly, it's acceptable, even somewhat gratifying, because the country has become stronger.
"After leaving Shouren's factory, to be honest, for a while I really didn't know what to do. So I just thought we should all go out for a walk together."
This trip was actually organized by an old man, and no one objected. Besides, most of the homeowners in the courtyard were skilled workers whom Wang Shouren had rehired. They all had some money, so they all went.
"This walk has reminded me of those old days. It's made me feel much more relaxed. So, I'm fine, don't worry about me," the old man said with a smile.
"Okay, if you're okay with it, then it's settled." The third uncle waved his hand and said cheerfully, "Want some more?"
"I'm not eating anymore, I'm going out for a walk. It's rare that I'm not going to make a fuss tonight, so I have to go out for a stroll."
They were all people who had lived through that era. At night, they generally didn't go out; after work, they would go home unless they were going to the ghost market. Now, quite a few people are able to go out for a walk after dinner. The public security is getting better and better.
After the old man left.
The three women finally spoke up, asking, "This person doesn't seem to have any problems."
"No problem." The old man sighed and said nothing more.
no problem?
Are you kidding me?
From beginning to end, the word "old lady" was never mentioned.
The third uncle was at his wit's end.
Wang Shouren was also helpless; some things are simply beyond the control of outsiders, and only the individual can truly understand them. How long could this old man's tranquility last, and when would it erupt? Nobody knew.
“Husband,” Qin Jingru said.
"Huh?" Wang Shouren looked at him.
"How about we go back to Qin Family Village and stay for a while?" Qin Jingru was truly heartbroken this time. A respected elder was gone just like that, and she couldn't help but think of her own family.
Mr. and Mrs. Qin were actually around middle-aged, around the same age as the older women. If...
She also wants to be able to act cute with her parents every time she goes back home.
"Alright, let's go back and stay for a few days then." Wang Shouren didn't mind; it was his wife, she could stay wherever she wanted. Besides, going to Qin Family Village used to be troublesome, riding a bicycle from morning till afternoon. Now it's not so troublesome. Because of the farm in Qin Family Village, the entire road has been opened up. Riding a motorcycle there, slowly, it only takes about forty minutes.
The road is wide and stable. However, the occasional passing truck often kicks up a cloud of dust, which is quite annoying.
"Will you come back with me?"
“Me? I won’t go back. I’ll stay here and watch over Uncle San.” Wang Shouren sighed, remembering what Uncle San had told him that morning.
Ultimately, the old man doesn't know when he'll be able to move on, or perhaps he'll never be able to. Watching him from here is for the best.
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