When Peng Changjiang came out of the office building after receiving his salary.
Wu Changfeng stepped forward to stop him.
"Hello, my name is Wu Changfeng, and I am a staff member sent by Submersible Heavy Machinery to supervise the production of valve cores."
Peng Changjiang still politely said, "Hello, you can just find Director Zhao during this period, I won't interfere."
"Aren't you the Party Secretary?"
"It exists in name only."
"Oh," Wu Changfeng said, "Then could you come with me to the workshop? There are some things I don't understand. Factory Manager Zhao is very busy and doesn't have time to deal with me."
"this……"
Peng Changjiang looked back at the office building and then at the workshop.
With a sigh, he said, "Alright, let me accompany you. After all, everyone who comes is a guest, and although I'm basically no longer involved in affairs, I still have some prestige."
"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me anytime."
The three of them turned around and headed towards the workshop.
On the road.
Peng Changjiang asked, "It seems like the submersible heavy machinery is conducting some kind of industrial experiment, right? Have there been any results?"
Wu Changfeng laughed and said, "Secretary, you really know a lot."
"The industrial newspapers have all reported on this project; it's a project that fills a gap in the domestic market. It's a real honor for our hydraulics plant to be able to participate."
Xiao Liu scoffed.
You guys are going to ruin everything!
I won't curse you since you don't handle things.
Wu Changfeng said without any emotional fluctuation, "There are still some problems with the industrial experiment, but these problems should be solvable."
"It's good that it can be resolved. Come on in."
Wu Changfeng was already very familiar with this workshop.
Instead, Peng Changjiang stood at the workshop entrance and watched for a while.
He seemed like an orphan returning home, with a hint of timidity.
After he entered, he began to introduce the various equipment and production processes.
It must be said that Peng Changjiang speaks with great eloquence.
It's much better than Director Zhao's empty promises.
The workers in the workshop took the initiative to greet Peng Changjiang.
I watched Peng Changjiang leave his workstation.
"There is one gantry planer, one shaper planer, two vertical lathes, eight horizontal lathes, fourteen milling machines, and two drilling machines..."
Peng Changjiang knows them all like the back of his hand.
Regarding these devices, Peng Changjiang recalled the past: "These devices have helped many large domestic projects and contributed a lot."
The three of them inspected each piece of equipment one by one.
"This is a screw, which is used on a hydraulic pump."
On the lathe, the workpiece spins rapidly, and the cutting tool cuts long chips from the workpiece, which then bend into spiral metal coils in the air.
Wu Changfeng nodded, then suddenly said, "Yeah, you need to keep it up."
The workers at their workstations grinned and chuckled slyly, "Keep production going!"
Peng Changjiang smiled wryly.
This isn't a sports meet, it's a 100-meter sprint.
Why are you shouting "Go for it!"?
Everyone's wages remained almost unchanged; they would rest after finishing their work.
Shouting encouragement won't help.
but……
Just a moment.
Peng Changjiang heard static.
They immediately realized something was wrong.
He snatched the worker's workstation and pressed his ear against the lathe housing to listen.
Then he found an iron rod, placed one side on the shell and the other side next to his ear.
Sizzle sizzle~~ Giggle giggle~~
Peng Changjiang's face immediately darkened.
He threw down the iron bar and yelled at the worker, "How long has it been since you last lubricated the lathe?!"
"Huh?" The worker looked bewildered. "Does this thing even have refueling?"
"Who is your master?!"
"I don't have a mentor!"
Peng Changjiang nearly vomited blood in anger: "Working on a lathe without a master?"
"Director Zhao said that as long as you dare to do it, you can make a name for yourself."
The worker continued, "So I responded to the call from the security department, watched others do it for a day, and then I started working."
"You—" Peng Changjiang stamped his foot: "This is utter nonsense!"
The worker rolled his eyes: "Nobody told me about this. This iron thing even needs oil, what a waste. Wouldn't it be better to just cook some vegetables?"
Peng Changjiang: ...
"Old Liu, Old Liu!" Peng Changjiang had no choice but to call over his former subordinate, rubbing his temples as he said, "Quickly, lubricate his lathe."
Old Liu is a very old master craftsman.
He stopped the lathe while smoking welding fumes, disassembled the oil filler cap, and called to his apprentice to fill it with oil.
Old Liu sighed and said, "Old Peng, you're just meddling in this. If Director Zhao finds out, he'll probably ostracize you again."
"Bullshit!" Peng Changjiang's face flushed red. "If this lathe keeps going like this, it'll burn out! You're an experienced master craftsman, why aren't you doing anything about it!"
"Old Peng!" Old Liu's tone also became more forceful: "Me? Why should I care? Even Director Zhao doesn't care, why should I interfere!"
"If you want me to take charge, then come back!"
"You eat grass ash and fart lightly. You can just pat your butt and go home sick. I won't meddle in your business."
Peng Changjiang gritted his teeth: "Old Liu, you weren't like this before!"
Old Liu waved his hand: "Forget it, everyone in the factory only cares about their own doorstep these days. If it weren't for your sake, would I even bother to answer you?"
"You're such a loser! You give up when you can't win. Look at the state of this workshop!"
After saying that, Lao Liu called his apprentice and left amidst Peng Changjiang's astonished gaze.
Wu Changfeng asked from the side, "What's wrong?"
Peng Changjiang shook his head with a wry smile: "It's alright, I really do need to work harder."
"oh."
In fact, Wu Changfeng had a lot of experience with lathes in his previous life.
You can usually tell what kind of noise a lathe makes just by listening to it.
He knew from the very first day he arrived at the workshop that the lathe at this workstation was short of oil.
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