The third uncle kept looking out the door, and after a while, he saw Liu Haizhong return.
Normally, he would have gone straight to ask what happened, since Uncle San was always on the front lines of gossip. But today, he didn't dare ask. He was too nervous, and Liu Haizhong's dark expression also made Uncle San worry that his secret might have been exposed.
About half an hour later, when Wang Shouren returned, he grabbed him and led him to a corner of the alley.
He looked around mysteriously before asking, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Wang Shouren chuckled. This was the first time he had ever seen the old man so nervous. He wanted to tease him, so he said, "It's nothing, what could possibly happen to me?"
"Hey, don't joke with the old man. I'm talking about my business. Who's talking about yours?"
"Oh, about your business? Well, Director Wang said he wants you to come over tomorrow." Wang Shouren suddenly realized, then hurriedly pulled away the old man's hand that was grabbing his arm: "You go ahead and do your work, I have something else to do."
"No, no..." Before the Third Uncle could react, Wang Shouren slipped away.
To be fair, the old man was quite agile, and he darted in front of Wang Shouren in an instant: "No, please explain yourself."
The old man's voice trembled; he had never done anything so big in his life.
While trembling, he said, "Falsifying military intelligence is a capital offense."
"Pfft..." Wang Shouren laughed: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. It's nothing. With such a big incident, Director Wang doesn't have time to worry about you. These next few days, you should stay out less. If people see you, they'll remember you."
Upon hearing this, the old man's tense mood eased. He pointed a finger at Wang Shouren in the air and said, "You, you, you, let me tell you, don't tease the old man. If something happens to him, you'll have to pay for his medical bills."
Good heavens!
As expected of you, Uncle San, you've already started extorting money before we even get to the end.
Wang Shouren rolled his eyes: "You have sons and daughters, don't try to extort money from me. Let's go, let's go home."
The third uncle stopped trying to stop him and let Wang Shouren leave.
The backyard, my second uncle's house.
Uncle Er returned home with a gloomy face.
Seeing that something was wrong, the second aunt asked, "What happened? Where are the two little ones?"
Uncle Er slammed his hand on the table, startling Aunt Er. He angrily said, "What 'younger'? From today onwards, there are no more 'younger's' in our family!"
"No...no...what's wrong?" Aunt Er was terrified.
"They broke up?"
"What does 'separated' mean?" Auntie Er didn't quite understand.
"They split up because the two younger ones got too big for their britches and separated!"
"No, Lao Liu, how could you let them out!"
"Slap!" Uncle Er shouted angrily and slapped Aunt Er across the face.
The beating stunned the second aunt. Before she could even reply, she heard the second uncle say in a sinister tone, "Men's business is none of your concern. From today onwards, just pretend you don't have those two sons!"
After saying that, he ignored his second aunt and went straight back into the house.
The second aunt stood there dumbfounded for a while before tears started streaming down her face.
This is the first time her second uncle has hit her in all these years. The last time she was hit was before the two little ones were even born.
The second aunt was the type who would stand by silently while Liu Zhi hit the children. In today's parlance, it would be like saying, "If you hit them, you can't hit me."
She was anxious because none of her three children were with her, and another reason was that the two sandbags had run away, so wouldn't she become the sandbag?
But she dared not cry or make a scene. She wasn't like the two little ones; she knew what the outside world was like.
People will die if they go out. These days, people starving to death is nothing new.
She thought that things would get better in a few days, and that the two younger ones would come back when they couldn't hold on any longer.
After returning to his house, Uncle Er wanted to get some rest, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned. He suddenly sat up and shouted at the air, "It's because I'm not an official, damn it! Wang Li! Wang Shouren! You just wait, one day when I become an official, I'll make you pay!!"
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"It's...it's done?" Factory Director Yang looked at the steel behemoth in front of him, his voice trembling slightly.
Standing beside him were several technicians, including Zhao Wuliang and Shen Yuanliang.
Behind him stood a group of workshop directors.
Their expressions as they looked at Wang Shouren were filled with utter shock.
Is this... something a human being could do?
Factory Director Yang couldn't stop smiling.
"Good! Good job, Xiao Wang!" As a manager, Director Yang is extremely sensitive to production output, regardless of other technical aspects.
Just by glancing at the machine's speed, he immediately came to a conclusion.
The steel rolling mill is about to become famous!
How many times has that increased?
Seven times the speed!
"Engineer Zhao, are you sure there are no problems?" Factory Director Yang turned to ask Zhao Wuliang.
Zhao Wuliang smiled and shook his head.
The moment Wang Shouren found him and told him what was going on, he immediately put down his work and rushed over.
He felt that this kind of thing was outrageous.
He originally planned to help Wang Shouren after he finished his current work.
After all, developing a machine, from having an idea to how to do it, from parts to assembly, and finally to testing and delivery, takes at least several years if everything goes smoothly. But Wang Shouren only worked on it for a little over four months. And it's done already?
I rushed out in a hurry, and there were some problems, but none of them were major.
I noticed it and quickly changed it.
It only took a week or two.
What he didn't know was that those questions were deliberately created by Wang Shouren.
He himself knew that if he could produce a machine without any problems, then something truly sinister was going to happen.
This era isn't really suitable for making an eye-catching bag.
Factory Director Yang probably shared the same mindset as Zhao Wuliang. As the factory director, he naturally knew that research and development was something that rarely yielded results, and without the government's backing, these engineers would be impossible to support. Therefore, he felt that since Zhao Wuliang said Wang Shouren's approach was viable, he should let him implement it. However, problems arose after it was completed.
The machine will remain in the factory. If the Ministry of Industry wants to transfer Wang Shouren later, it won't matter. The engineers who stay can continue following Wang Shouren's ideas.
But to his utter surprise, this thing actually worked.
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