The road from the bottom of the mountain to the top is a dirt road, about one hundred meters long.
This section of dirt road was not paved until 1999 when the residential area was built here, and it remains like this now.
Wan Feng parked the car outside the gate, got out and looked at the factory gate first.
The main gate is sandwiched between two rows of houses. To the left of the gate is the message room, and to the right is another row of houses. The first two houses in this row are the girls' dormitory, where four or five girls lived back then.
The rest is the assembly workshop.
This is not much different from what Wan Feng remembered.
The auto parts factory's factory building and yard are only about 7,000 to 8,000 square meters, which is considered a small enterprise, and is about the same size as many enterprises in Nan Da Wan.
There was also a pile of bamboo poles piled in the middle of the yard.
This was originally a bamboo and hemp factory, which was later merged into an automobile parts factory.
So we also deal in bamboo hemp here. To put it simply, bamboos of various sizes are imported from the south. The bamboo roots are sold to users who build greenhouses, and the bamboo is used to make brooms and sell.
That's what I do.
There was a security guard squatting at the gate, probably studying ants moving. Wan Feng vaguely remembered that his surname was Gong, but he couldn't remember his other name. He was a very honest man, but he liked to drink. Once he drank, he would brag, and his bragging was very vague.
When I sober up, I forget everything.
A very interesting person.
"Who are you looking for?"
Seeing Wan Feng walk into the gate, Lao Gong came out to greet him.
"I'm here to discuss business. I want to talk to your factory about air pumps."
Lao Gong pointed south and said, "The office is at the very back."
There is a row of ordinary gabled houses on the south wall, which are the offices of the auto parts factory. Wan Feng knows this.
Because this factory is located on the top of a hill, water flows back into the yard. When it rains a little harder, the factory building on the west side will be flooded.
During the year and a half that Wan Feng worked here, his biggest wish was for it to rain.
Wan Feng walked around the pile of bamboo poles in the middle of the yard and came to the office.
In the office, Wan Feng met Yin Lai Fu, the owner of the auto parts factory.
When Wan Feng was working here, he seemed to have never seen Yin Lai Fu smile.
Now when I look at it, it still feels the same.
Now Wan Feng knows him, but he doesn't know Wan Feng yet.
Wan Feng had nothing to talk about with him because he stated his purpose directly.
Upon hearing that Wan Feng was the boss of Nanwan Group, Yin Lai Fu looked at Wan Feng in surprise.
The CEOs of Nanwan Group are all very young, but unexpectedly they are too young.
"You want to customize an air pump. You need to contact the technical department. Go to see Chief Song in the technical department and see if he can design one for you."
Wan Feng is even more familiar with Section Chief Song of the Technical Department, as his hometown is the Crouching Tigers.
He was the first person in Jiangwei Village to be admitted to university.
Logically speaking, he can be considered a tragic figure.
The year he was admitted to university seemed to be in 1983. At that time, the Bohai Naval Academy wanted him, but his mother refused to let him go for some reason. In the end, he sadly went to a mechanical college in Shenyang, and after graduation he was assigned to such a small factory.
When Song Xucheng saw Wan Feng, he was stunned for a moment: "Boss Wan! Why are you here?"
Wan Feng was slightly surprised: "Do you know me?"
"I'm from the Crouching Tigers. I went to Nan Da Wan when I went home during the New Year holiday. You may not know me, but I know you."
So Wan Feng shook hands with Song Xucheng hypocritically.
"Section Chief Song, here's the thing. Our factory produces a dump truck with a flat head and the engine is under the cab. We're temporarily using your factory's 141 air pump, but it's a bit large and a bit of a hindrance. We'd like a smaller one. Could you please design one for us?"
In the past, old-style air pumps were all belt-driven and had a large transmission wheel.
Wen Guanghua did not pay attention to this detail when designing it. Although the space was reserved, it always felt awkward during installation.
"A smaller one?"
"It's just like the 60 tractor you saw before, it didn't have an air pump. It was just that big."
The air pump of the 518-60 tractor is not driven by a belt, but is fixed to the front end of the fuel pump and connected to the shaft of the fuel pump through a connecting plate.
The air pump is very small, but it can pump a lot of air.
“I can’t really tell unless I see it in person!”
"Then come to my place and have a look. It's just the right time to go home."
"Then I'll go talk to the factory manager."
Song Xucheng quickly got the factory director's approval and walked out of the office with Wan Feng.
"Take me to your workshop."
Wan Feng said casually when passing by the workshop.
This was not a big deal, so Song Xucheng took Wan Feng into the machining workshop.
As soon as he entered the workshop, Wan Feng suddenly felt a mixture of emotions.
This workshop has six lathes, two planers, two drilling machines and a milling machine, and two boring machines at the door. This is the entire inventory of the auto parts factory.
Wan Feng knew most of the people in the workshop, except for a few whom he didn't know.
When he saw the man working on the second of the six old lathes in front of him, his eyes felt a little sore.
He was a man in his fifties, his former master: Lai Dexiang, a man who loved to drink and had a bad temper, but was a very good person.
If Wan Feng remembered correctly, he retired in 1994, and then drove a tricycle on the streets of the county town, earning about ten or eight yuan a day.
Later... Later...
Wan Feng left the factory in early 1995, and he didn't have much contact with his master after that.
Wang Chunjiang, who used to have the best relationship with him in this workshop, was also there. Like Wan Feng, he was a machinist. He was sitting next to Wan Feng, in bed number three. He was looking at Wan Feng with curiosity.
Apart from these two people, the relationship between the rest of the people and Wan Feng is very average. The only one who has made a little progress is Jiang Yun from the grinder.
Wan Feng walked around the workshop and finally stopped between the lathes of Lai Dexiang and Wang Chunjiang, watching them work.
"Master, your craftsmanship is excellent!"
Lai Dexiang chuckled: "What's so good about it? It's just for a living."
"Master, how much do you make a month?"
"All together it's one hundred and fifty-seven or eighteen dollars."
Wan Feng nodded, then looked at Wang Chunjiang: "This master's craftsmanship is also quite good, and he works very efficiently."
Wang Chunjiang has two small mustaches and his smile is very funny.
Wang Chunjiang's home was near Hongya Miaoling. Wan Feng had slept and eaten at his home, and had even gone out to fight with Wang Chunjiang.
You heard it right, it was indeed a war, and a group war at that.
But Wan Feng was very useless at that time and was almost scared to death.
I'm not saying I was scared to the point of peeing my pants, I really almost peed my pants. If you have to say how close it was to peeing my pants.
Wan Feng could accurately say that the distance was only the size of a soybean.
If Wang Chunjiang had not pulled him away as soon as he saw the situation was bad, Wan Feng could be 100% sure that his pants were wet.
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