Chapter 224 Deliberately Doing Bad
"Three days. I only give you three days. If you still can't repair this machine after three days—" He deliberately dragged out his tone and didn't continue with the rest of the words.
An old worker nearby immediately said, "Deputy Director Wang, three days is too much! This machine was imported from Country Y!"
"If you can't solve the problem in three days, then I can't help you. Director Lu, it seems that your colleagues in the factory also think you don't have the ability to fix the machine."
Deputy Director Wang's words made the workers present want to rush up and beat people up, but everyone still had their rationality at this time and knew that beating people would not solve any problems.
"Director Lu, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Listen to my advice: handle the job according to your ability. If you really don't have the ability to handle it, it's better to hand it over to someone else."
"Deputy Director Wang has eaten more salt than I have eaten rice, which only proves that Deputy Director Wang has a strong taste. However, this is your own preference, and I have no right to do anything about it. But please rest assured that I have a relatively clear understanding of my abilities." Lu Liangchen said calmly.
When Director Hu first came to the textile factory, he probably faced the same problem, right?
In fact, these minor quarrels would not shake his foundation in the factory, but they made people feel sick and uncomfortable.
Deputy Director Wang's face turned red after being choked by Lu Liangchen's words.
"Okay, I like cadres who speak up like this. If you can't fix the equipment in three days, you, as the factory director, will resign!"
Deputy Director Wang said these two sentences with gritted teeth, and the meaning was very clear: he was waiting for Lu Liangchen to resign.
The faces of those present turned red with anger, and the young men clenched their fists.
However, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. They had no choice but to watch Deputy Director Wang leave in a triumphant manner.
"Director, what should we do?" someone asked anxiously.
"I'll go to the workshop right now." Lu Liangchen took a deep breath and decided to go back to the workshop to work with Jiang Haitang to find a solution.
When he arrived at the workshop, he saw Jiang Haitang observing the machine step by step.
Her expression was solemn and serious, and even the people around her were focused and quiet, not making a sound, as if they were afraid that their breathing would be too loud and disturb Jiang Haitang.
Jiang Haitang half-knelt beside the machine, her slender fingers stroking the cold metal shell, her fingertips pausing briefly at each seam.
The sunlight slanted in from the high windows, casting tiny spots of light on her focused profile.
"A wrench." She suddenly stretched out her hand.
The experienced fitter Master Liu immediately handed over the tools.
Jiang Haitang removed the side panel neatly, and a smell of engine oil mixed with burnt smell immediately filled the air.
More than a dozen workers held their breath at the same time, and everyone was very nervous.
"Look here." Jiang Haitang touched the tip of her screwdriver to the spindle bearing seat, where there was a barely visible scratch. "The tolerance is intentionally enlarged by 0.15mm."
Lu Liangchen leaned over to check, his nose almost touching the ends of her hair: "Is it there when it leaves the factory?"
"No." Jiang Haitang took out a shiny metal washer from the gap in the bearing. "This is a positioning plate that was added later. The material is completely different from the original one."
She turned the gasket towards the light. "This nickel alloy is specially made by the Y country military factory. Ordinary civilian equipment can't use it at all."
There was a sound of gasps in the workshop. This kind of sophisticated calculation was clearly a trap that had been planned for a long time.
Jiang Haitang has continued to explore downwards.
Her fingertips suddenly stopped at the cooling oil pipe joint. "There's more than one problem." She motioned Lu Liangchen closer. "The thread of the joint has been artificially worn, causing unstable oil pressure."
"Are you sure it was man-made?" Lu Liangchen's voice tightened, and he wanted to smash the Y country man's head with his fists.
Jiang Haitang did not answer immediately.
She removed the magnifying glass hanging from her neck and carefully examined the inside of the threads.
After a moment, she raised her head, a cold light reflecting off her glasses. "The thread wear marks show regular diagonal lines. Only a special reamer can produce this effect."
"Damn it!" Master Liu punched the toolbox. "You're deliberately bullying us!"
Lu Liangchen's face turned ashen.
No wonder the experts from Country Y asked them to pay high repair costs. It turned out that the fault was caused by them.
"Haitang," he squatted down to look at her at eye level, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear, "Are you sure?"
Jiang Haitang's gaze swept across the eager faces around him, finally landing on the stack of yellowed operating manuals.
"Show me the thermal analyzer," she said suddenly.
The moment the instrument was turned on, the curve on the display made everyone gasp. The parameter threshold of the temperature control module of the heat setting roller had been tampered with!
"No wonder it suddenly froze." Jiang Haitang quickly calculated on his notebook, "They set up reverse temperature compensation. The longer the machine runs, the greater the error..."
Lu Liangchen looked at the differential equations she wrote fluently and suddenly held her trembling wrist. "Have you suspected something was wrong?"
Jiang Haitang wanted to say yes, but there were some things that really couldn't be said in public.
She only found out about this when she went to Professor Gu's house in her previous life. In the 1970s, there were widespread technical barriers to imported equipment. Foreign parties often tampered with key parameters, forcing China to pay high repair costs. At that time, China paid a very high price for these machines, which was also one of the reasons for the domestic foreign exchange tension.
"We've been recording data since the first abnormal shutdown." Jiang Haitang flipped to the last page of the manual, which was filled with line graphs. "I just didn't expect... they would even resort to this kind of tactics."
at the same time.
Country Y.
Technical consultant Hans Mueller was leisurely sipping coffee with a confident smile on his face.
The repair quote spread out in front of him had a staggering figure written on it: $150,000.
"Mr. Mueller," another foreigner stared at Hans Mueller without blinking and asked cautiously, "The Jincheng Textile Factory in China called again to inquire about repairs..."
"Robinson, tell them the price can't be reduced by a penny." Muller gently stirred the coffee with a silver spoon. The gold badge on the rim of the cup gleamed in the sun. "Also, they need a 50% deposit before we can leave."
Assistant Karl couldn't help but interrupt: "Sir, they seem to be very persistent and have called seven times."
Mueller sneered, took out a box of exquisite cigars from the drawer, and cut the cigars slowly and methodically.
"Let them keep calling. When they get anxious, they'll agree to our demands. By then, not only will they not object to our huge repair bills, but they'll also be willing to kneel before us like dogs."
Mueller blew out a perfect smoke ring and squinted his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of the Chinese crawling at his feet.
"These Chinese people always think they can master our technology with just a few crappy manuals." Turning to Carl, he said, "Remember to raise the price of spare parts by another 20%. Just say... exchange rate fluctuations."
Carl hesitated and said, “But sir, what if they really fix it themselves, or ask for help from others?”
"Fixed?" Mueller laughed, slapping the table as if he had heard a huge joke. "With those homemade tools? Even if they worked their whole lives, they couldn't do it."
As for the others?
Mueller tapped his solar plexus triumphantly. "I've buried a little surprise in the temperature control module. Even if they discover an anomaly, they definitely won't be able to calculate the compensation formula! No one else can do it except me."
Besides, there were also people in China who were not on the same page with them, such as Mr. Yan who had secretly contacted him...
He told him that Jincheng Textile Factory had stopped production for a week and the factory director Lu Liangchen was ordered to solve the problem within three days. If he failed to solve the problem, he would resign.
Even Chinese officials are helping him deal with them, what does he have to worry about?
He stood up and took out a bottle of brandy from the wine cabinet. "Come, let's celebrate in advance that another Chinese customer has paid for our business! Without China, our lives wouldn't have been so comfortable these past few years. Thank you to all our Chinese customers!"
Just as the glasses clinked, the phone on the desk suddenly rang shrilly.
At this time, in the distant Jincheng Textile Factory, Lu Liangchen and Jiang Haitang were actively trying to find a solution to the problem instead of thinking about paying a huge amount of money to invite Muller to China.
"We need to independently develop replacement parts. This is not a problem I can solve alone. Liangchen, please call Director Mao and ask him to arrange someone to assist us. Especially Teacher Yun, and..." After identifying the problem, Jiang Haitang immediately found a solution.
If we don't pay a high fee to ask experts from Country Y to repair it, we will definitely not be able to get suitable accessories, and we will have to rely on our own efforts.
"I still need to crack the temperature compensation algorithm they left in the machine."
Lu Liangchen asked, "Haitang, thank you for your hard work. If there is really no way to complete it within three days, I can quit being the factory director."
"Liangchen, I already have an idea in mind. I think by tonight, I can come up with a preliminary improvement plan."
She had seen similar cases in her dreams at night. Although they were not exactly the same as this one, there were some similarities. By learning from one example, she should be able to solve the problem.
Lu Liangchen nodded, turned around and went out to call Director Mao.
When Director Mao received the call, he agreed immediately. The machinery factory is now deeply integrated with the textile factory. Not to mention borrowing people, even if it is for other things that can be helped, Director Mao has no reason to refuse.
Soon, Gu Yundi brought people to the textile factory. After listening to Jiang Haitang's explanation and looking at Jiang Haitang's drawings, Gu Yundi was silent for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"It's difficult, but I will work hard and I believe we can complete the task within the stipulated time."
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