Chapter 335 "Who can understand what you write?"

This factory area was originally built by the workers under the personal supervision of Mr. Duan.

So he was very familiar with the layout of these factory buildings. When he walked into the slightly modified workshop, Mr. Duan was unhappy to hear that he had to wear a blue dust-proof suit and a hat to enter the workshop.

"Grandpa, you may not know this, but sanitary napkins are made to be girls' intimate items!"

Wang Ziru smiled and picked out a new dust-proof suit from the ones she had prepared, and gave it to Duan Lao to put on. "The requirements are very high in terms of both machine technology and cleanliness. Everyone who enters the workshop, including the workers, must wear a dust-proof suit."

Just when Duan Yunfeng was at a loss, Wang Ziru had already opened a dust jacket and helped the old man put it on over his shirt.

Then he stood on tiptoe and put a dust hat on him.

The old man stood in front of the dressing mirror and smiled unhappily, "My grandson's wife is still good at talking. This Duan Yunfeng, let him manage the factory, can't even explain in one sentence why we have to wear dust-proof clothing to enter the workshop."

"Hehe, Grandpa, that's not entirely true. Duan Yunfeng may think you know it."

"Hmph, forget it. I'm too lazy to bother with him." Boss Duan waved his hand and strode into the workshop. Duan Yunfeng hurriedly trotted to the front door to help lift up the door covered with cloth.

Standing in front of the mirror, Han Dixing put on his dust-proof coat and hood, glanced at his second sister-in-law who was putting on her dust-proof coat skillfully behind him, and stared at her with a smile.

After a few seconds, the young man who grew up in a well-behaved Korean family turned around with a little curiosity and said, "Second sister-in-law, you know a lot."

"Maybe I've seen it in the news or in a book before."

Wang Ziru skillfully put on dust-proof clothing and hood, and led Han Dixing into the workshop.

Inside the workshop, several huge, brand-new machines have been arranged in the brightest spot in the workshop.

Two Japanese technicians, accompanied by a translator, explained in a babble, and then the Japanese translator hired by the Foreign Trade Building translated it into Chinese and told the workers the operating steps and essentials.

Mr. Duan walked closer and took a look. He didn't understand Japanese, so he could only stand beside the machine and watch the fun.

Duan Yunfeng turned around to look at the two figures that followed him in, and opened his mouth, but still said nothing.

Seeing Wang Ziru and Han Dixing also approaching Mr. Duan to inspect the machines, Duan Yunfeng felt that his uncle might have heard it from someone else when he said that this female comrade might understand this business better than any of them.

"Zi Ru, have you seen this kind of machine in a book?" Old Duan deliberately teased his grandson's wife.

Wang Ziru carefully observed the production principle of the machine, her pale face flushed slightly, and she said with a smile: "Grandpa, although I have never seen it before, I have understood its production principle."

"Oh? Do you understand? Then you will guide the workers in production in the future?"

"Don't we have your grandson Duan Yunfeng here? I can make a manual suitable for the workers in the workshop." Wang Ziru said, staring at the machine with her almond-shaped eyes.

Han Dixing was surprised when he heard this: "Second sister-in-law, you just looked at it once and you understood the production principle of the machine?"

"This is not complicated. They haven't made complicated machines yet." Turning around, Wang Ziru pointed at the Japanese technicians nonchalantly.

Just at this moment, the two Japanese technicians also turned around and looked at them.

The Japanese workplace has a strict hierarchy, with strict relationships between seniors and juniors, and they always observe etiquette, so they don't know the identities of the three people who came in.

So they were also secretly looking at the young man with Mr. Duan.

The two sides exchanged glances, and the Japanese technician nodded politely and greeted in Japanese: "Hello."

Wang Ziru didn't expect it to be so embarrassing. It was too rude of her to point her finger at the other person just now.

She turned around, smiled, and walked slowly towards the Japanese technicians. She extended her right hand very gracefully and greeted the two Japanese technicians in fluent Japanese, "Kou Ni Qi Wa!"

The two Japanese technicians were busy shaking hands with her and greeting each other.

"Jongguk is so good at knocking down the ball~"

In her previous life, she had many opportunities to participate in international medical exchange conferences and to give lectures in Japan. She had no problem saying a few greetings like "Hello, welcome to Jongkook."

The Japanese translator next to him was stunned and smiled and said, "You can speak Japanese?"

"No! I will only say these two sentences I just said." Wang Ziru said frankly.

The Japanese translator secretly breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, but before she could be happy for two seconds, she heard Wang Ziru communicating with the Japanese technical staff in fluent English.

"My name is Wang Ziru, you two can call me Miss Wang. Can you communicate in English?"

The two middle-aged men with gentle looks nodded quickly, "No problem! My name is Kudo, and he is Nakamura. This time, we came to your country to provide technical guidance for your company."

"Thank you, both of you. Next, please tell me everything about the operation and maintenance of the machine. I will make a Chinese operating manual for the workers in the workshop to follow."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The Japanese translator was completely shocked by the scene before her. She quickly turned around to look at Duan Yunfeng, only to see that he opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Han Dixing raised the corners of his lips slightly, stepped aside politely, and silently watched his second sister-in-law and the Japanese technicians communicate smoothly.

The two sides communicated for a few minutes, and Wang Ziru looked at Duan Yunfeng and ordered: "Go find paper and pen."

"oh!"

Duan Yunfeng even forgot that he was still the person in charge of this workshop. When he came to his senses, he hurriedly went to find paper and pen.

He found a factory-specific manuscript paper and a ballpoint pen and handed them to Wang Ziru respectfully.

The next moment, Wang Ziru turned around and leaned against the production line. While communicating with the Japanese side about technology, she wrote down the operating steps she heard with her hands.

Miss Mei stood by awkwardly, and walked closer with curiosity. She saw that there were not regular words on the draft paper, but cursive writing with various symbols.

She pointed at what Wang Ziru had written and asked unhappily, "What did you write?"

"Shorthand symbols, haven't you seen them when you study Japanese?" Wang Ziru raised his eyes and glanced at the female translator lightly.

"Who can understand what you write like this?"

"Please, I'm just writing it down now, and I'll sort it out in detail later, do you understand?" Wang Ziru asked.

Miss Mei: “…”

If Miss Mei hadn't heard Duan Yunfeng call her "Grandpa", she would have had a fit.

Mr. Duan was walking around the production line. He believed in his granddaughter-in-law's ability. Even Duan Yanfei couldn't play the piano properly, but she could play it very fluently and pleasantly. What else could be difficult for her?

After Wang Ziru wrote a few pages, she caught a glimpse of the Japanese translator watching her every move with a vigilant eye.

She glanced at him with a smile and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not here to steal your job. I'm just here to help sort out the operating manuals. Only after these manuals are out can we train all the workers."

Duan Yunfeng stood not far away, staring at the scene blankly.

When it was time for lunch, Wang Ziru and the two Japanese technicians showed no intention of stopping.

They talked about machine operation, production in the entire workshop, and finally the products...

The Japanese technicians had a very pleasant conversation with her. Compared with the previous few days, every sentence they spoke had to be translated by a Japanese translator. Both the efficiency and accuracy were visibly improved by countless times.

"Duan Yunfeng! Come here!" When the conversation came to an end, Wang Ziru waved to Duan Yunfeng to come over.

Duan Yunfeng thought she was going to arrange for lunch together, but the first thing she said was: "I will sort out the operation manual in the afternoon, and then you need to gather all the workers."

“Pre-job training?”

"Yes! As long as you are recruited according to the positions they require, and trained according to the operating content of each position, you can try production tomorrow."

I had lunch in the factory cafeteria.

Mr. Duan went home first. When he left, he repeatedly told Duan Yunfeng, "You must follow Ziru's arrangements."

"Grandpa, don't worry." Duan Yunfeng was still very filial. He sent his grandfather to the car before going to the cafeteria to eat.

After quickly having lunch with the Japanese technicians, Wang Ziru sat down at a desk in the workshop and began to organize all the records.

"Sister-in-law, what can I do for you?" Han Dixing took the initiative to go over to help.

"Huh? How could I overlook such an important banking elite like you?" Wang Ziru was holding a ballpoint pen in her hand. After coming back to her senses, she quickly waved her hand, motioning him to move another stool over.

Han Dixing brought a stool and sat next to his second sister-in-law.

"I read and you write. Your handwriting is neat and beautiful." Wang Ziru threw him a ballpoint pen and said with a smile.

Han Dixing picked up the ballpoint pen and looked with surprise at what she had urgently written down when communicating with the technician in the morning. He recognized some of the shorthand symbols, which were surprisingly consistent with the bank's recording method.

There are also English, numbers, and some strange Arabic symbols.

"The front part contains the operating contents of each post, and the back part contains the machine manuals of the workshop, as well as maintenance and other contents." Wang Ziru opened the recorded contents at the back and gave him a general introduction.

The two of them spent an entire afternoon figuring out all the processes in the workshop.

In the evening, Han Dixing did not rush back to the hotel, but followed his second sister-in-law and took the Duan family's car directly back to the military compound.

Hearing that Wang Ziru had finally returned home, the man who was reading in the study suddenly closed the book in his hand. Jianshuo suddenly stood up from his chair and asked as he went downstairs, "Why did you go out for the whole day?"

"Yes! It's just like your special forces have just been officially established, and you have to do every step yourself." Wang Ziru made a more understandable analogy.

Han Suijing answered the call and saw his third brother who had come to the family compound with his wife. "Why don't you go back to the hotel? It's almost dark. What are you doing here?"

"Second brother! This is weird. Do I have to come to your house in broad daylight?"

Han Dixing shook his head unhappily and walked straight into the living room. He no longer paid attention to his second brother and instead went to talk enthusiastically to his eldest nephew.

"Bao'er, Fu Jiqiu, have you two been watching TV at home all day?"

The two cute little kids were leaning against the sofa, and when they saw their uncle coming, they just looked happy.

"Come and give your uncle a hug." Han Di walked over and picked up his nephew, kissed Baoer's face vigorously, and put him on his lap. "Are you busy? Don't you have time to talk to your uncle?"

Sitting on her uncle's lap, Baoer touched her belly and licked her lips with her pink tongue.

"Uncle, we haven't had dinner yet."

"Ah? You haven't had dinner yet? What a coincidence, your uncle hasn't had dinner either. He came to your house specially for dinner. Didn't your dad cook?" Han Dixing turned around and looked at his second brother with an exaggerated expression.

His second brother didn't have time to care whether they had eaten or not. He had already pulled his second sister-in-law upstairs to his room.

Fu Jiqiu suddenly said, "Uncle, Bao'er's father said we should cook noodles tonight."

"What's so good about noodles!" Han Dixing didn't want to eat noodles, so he saw two people coming down the stairs and asked, "Second brother, what are we having tonight?"

"We haven't bought any vegetables at home, so what do you think we can eat? Egg noodles, one bowl for each person." Han Suijing looked at his wife with eager eyes and smiled.

Wang Ziru didn't care what to eat, she walked into the living room and sat down, "Han Suijing, go cook the noodles."

"Okay." Han Suijing walked to the living room and looked at his wife. He was about to turn around and go to the stove to cook noodles when he heard the third brother Han Dixing say, "Second brother, I will quit my job this time and come back to Yun Province, but I don't plan to work in a bank."

"Ah? You don't work at the bank, you want to work at another company?"

Han Suijing came back and looked at the third brother in surprise.

Wang Ziru, who was sitting on the sofa and drinking tea from an enamel pot, was also stunned. "If you don't go to the bank, but go to other units, I'm afraid your uncle will have to ask someone to help you through the back door, which will cost a lot of effort."

Han Dixing felt that he was a small and humble employee in the banking system. His talents and ambitions were trampled into the dust. Faced with new things, he seemed to have an urgent need to transform from a cocoon into a butterfly.

He wanted to do business with his second sister-in-law and Mr. Duan.

Afterwards, he looked at his brother and sister-in-law and said slowly, "I plan to go to Yun Province and start some business with Mr. Duan and my second sister-in-law."

In the living room, the three faces had different reactions.

Before Han Suijing could think of the right words to reply to Lao San, a beam of bright car lights hit his window.

He placed his hands behind his wife's back, lowered his body and glanced outside the house, "Is my uncle here?"

"What is he doing in the courtyard at this time?" Wang Ziru quickly put down the enamel pot in her hand, then stood up and walked to the door to greet the guest.