Although Chen Dao does not have the title of engineer, in Wan Feng's eyes he is at the level of an engineer and also has leadership skills.
He was no longer the Chen Dao who slept soundly in a pigsty-like house when Wan Feng first saw him. Instead, he had become a Chen Dao who was full of energy and vitality.
A man like this shouldn't be single.
Wan Feng thinks he should be found a significant other.
There are no prostitutes in society now, so Chen Dao can't keep it to himself forever.
Today he is only forty-two or forty-three years old.
Don't even think about finding an older girl at this age, but it should be fine to find a divorced or widow.
Such a person should not be without a home and without the care of a woman. Only with a stable home and a woman who understands and loves him can his life be full of sunshine, and he can work with peace of mind and exert greater motivation.
Is this considered selfish?
Even if it's out of selfish motives, this is what I should do.
"Do you have any objection to me finding you a stepmother?"
Find a stepmother?
Chen Tianci had never thought about this question before, which made him completely unprepared and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.
In the 1980s, people were not so open-minded about remarriage, and 90% of children were opposed to it.
"I'm just saying hello so you can be mentally prepared. It doesn't really matter whether you agree or not. If you dare to object, I'll let Sister Huaer deal with you. Okay, I have to go home for dinner."
If Chen Tianci really dared to object, Wan Feng would definitely let Sister Huaer deal with him. If Sister Huaer also objected...
She is totally right. They are not married yet. Even if they were married, they should shut up.
Of course, you can't just pick a woman casually. She has to be a good match for Chen Dao and the two of them have to get along well.
Wan Feng thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable candidate.
This person is really hard to find, so let’s put it aside for now.
On the first day after returning home, Wan Feng didn't go anywhere. After dinner, he stayed at home and chatted with his parents, and then went to bed.
The main reason he came back this time was for the official production of motorcycles, so apart from saying hello to his grandfather's house and Luan Feng's house, he stayed in the factory the whole time.
The professionalism of those Soviet people was commendable. The next day they changed into work clothes and went into the workshop.
The workers in the processing workshop all gathered in the workshop where the machine tools were placed to listen to the lecture given by the Soviet foreigners.
Faced with so many people, especially more than half of them were young people, Liang Bingyu couldn't help feeling a little flustered.
It was the first time for her to face the gazes of so many men. Although these men's gazes passed over her and then fell on the Soviets, she still felt uncomfortable.
These seven Soviet people had clear division of labor, some were responsible for teaching machine tools, and some were responsible for debugging machine tools.
Of course, what was taught was the knowledge about CNC machine tools. Those non-CNC machine tools had already been understood by Li Da and others like a blind man touching an elephant.
Wan Feng went in and listened for a while.
There are only more than ten days left until May Day, and the factory is busy both inside and outside.
Hundreds of supporting factories continuously deliver parts to the factory, and the factory's warehouse is filled with these parts.
Now everything is ready, we are just waiting for the whole vehicle to be assembled and rolled off the production line on May Day.
In fact, before officially assembling the whole vehicle, the Nanwan factory had already assembled no less than 20 to 30 prototype vehicles.
Each of these prototype vehicles has undergone a variety of high-intensity tests, with a mileage of more than 50,000 kilometers. The longest one has run more than 100,000 kilometers, and the pass rate is over 97%.
Qi Hong, dressed in work clothes and looking very serious, also mingled with the crowd and learned CNC machine tools from the Soviets.
She studied very seriously, holding a small notebook in her hand and taking quick notes from time to time.
Until now, Wan Feng still doesn't understand what's wrong with this woman's brain that makes her like playing with machine tools.
This made Wan Feng involuntarily think of the video of a woman and a machine more than ten years later...
A lewd smile appeared on someone's face.
The Soviet technician spoke for more than an hour and then it was time for a break.
"How's your study going?" Wan Feng called Qi Hong outside the workshop and asked.
"I have a low level of education and I don't quite understand."
"That's easy. Ask more people who understand. As a girl, anyone you ask will be happy to tell you."
"That's what I thought."
"Are you used to living here?"
Although there are not many female workers in the factory, there are some, most of whom are experienced female workers recruited from other places.
These female workers live in the factory dormitory.
Qi Hong is not alone.
"It's okay. The people in your factory are very welcoming and I feel like I'm at home."
"We have quite a few young men in the factory. If there's one you like and he's interested in you, you should date him. He's not too young anymore."
Qi Hong is 23 years old this year. If she hadn't been hanging around before, she would probably be married now.
"Boss, I don't want to look for it!"
"Why?"
"How can someone like me even hope to find a partner?"
"Silly! If you don't tell me, no one will know. Why don't you look for me?"
"But if there's nothing on the wedding night, won't it be exposed?"
Wan Feng sighed. Even the female gangsters in the 1980s were much more simple than people in later generations.
"This is easy. On your wedding night, prepare two identical handkerchiefs or white cloths. Put some blood on one, not too much, just a few symbolic smears. Don't put anything on the other, and don't let your future man see the bloody one. When the lights are on, lay the white one over so he can see it. When the lights are off and you're done, secretly take out the bloody one and replace it with the clean one. That's it."
Qi Hong stared at Wan Feng without blinking: "Boss, how do you know about this kind of thing?"
There's nothing strange about this. In twenty years, artificial *** will be created.
"Isn't this a lie? If he finds out in the future, won't this family fall apart?"
It’s difficult for Wan Feng to give guidance on this matter, it all depends on luck.
The only people on Wan Feng's side who knew about Qi Hong's past were Chen Dao and Han Guang's family. Zhang Xian and Zheng Song were not very clear about it, after all, they arrived late.
Yang Jianguo and his two companions and Li Mingdou and his two companions knew that they had nothing to fear, and they would not come to live in Jiangwei, which meant that nothing could be spread here.
Therefore, as long as Qi Hong doesn't say it herself, others may not know.
"Or you'd have to say you were married and divorced. That would be more legitimate, but most young men wouldn't accept that, unless they were looking for someone a little older who couldn't find a wife."
At this moment, the image of Chen Dao suddenly flashed through Wan Feng's mind. The two of them...
This is ridiculous. There is a twenty-year age difference between them, to be exact, nineteen years. The distance is a bit far.
"Oh! We'll talk about it later."
"Do your best. As long as you can forget the past, I believe someone will find you."
"Yes! I promise to do a good job. You are full of vitality here. I think I will do a good job."
Qi Hong's words were sincere.
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