Siheyuan: beat Jia Zhang at the beginning

As soon as Xie Lang said this, everyone looked at him in bewilderment.

Does he know what it means to be an eighth-level fitter?
As soon as I came in as an apprentice, I thought about taking the eighth-level fitter exam. Didn't I think about flying before I learned to walk?
Wang Yang also said: "Xiao Lang, haven't you come out of your sadness yet? Are you confused?"

Song Mei was also shocked and said: "Xiao Lang, if you are not feeling well, I can tell the factory to let you go home and rest for a few days."

Xie Lang smiled slightly, confident of winning, and said: "Aunt Song, Uncle Wang, don't worry, I'm fine, please register for me, I'm about to take the eighth grade."

Song Mei hesitated, looked at Xie Lang very uncertainly, and said, "Xiao Lang, are you really planning to apply for the eighth-level fitter exam? There is no such case in the factory that has skipped a grade before."

"You said that there is no example, and you didn't say that it is impossible, right? Aunt Song, you can apply for the eighth-level fitter exam for me." Xie Lang said again, looking confident.

Seeing Xie Lang like this, Song Mei said again: "Xiao Lang, you have to think clearly, some of these eighth-level fitters will never pass the exam in their entire lives, and how many old masters are stuck in the sixth and seventh levels Well, if you fail the assessment, you may be banned from the assessment for a period of time, and you may not be able to pass the examination for two years."

After Yi Zhonghai calmed down the anger of being rejected by Xie Lang for a while, he carefully savored the fact that Xie Lang said that he would apply for the eighth-level fitter examination, and couldn't help feeling very funny.

Young people are still too tender after all.

"Xie Lang, sometimes it's better to be more down-to-earth." Yi Zhonghai said in the tone of an elder admonishing a junior, "You have just entered the factory, and your theoretical foundation is not necessarily solid, so you want to take the eighth grade, which is a step up to the sky ,how can that be possible."

Jia Dongxu on the side also said sarcastically: "You want to pass the third-level fitter exam before you talk about it. You don't want to do those things that are grandstanding."

"If you are really banned for two years and cannot take the exam, you will really lose the face of our courtyard."

Jia Dongxu's eyes were also full of disdain, in his opinion, Xie Lang was nothing more than that.

After all, he is still a child with a yellow mouth, so he is just a nerd who knows how to study hard.

Did he really think that the eighth-level fitter exam was so easy?
If he can be admitted as an eighth-level fitter as soon as he enters the factory, will there still be a place for Jia Dongxu, the first uncle, and the second uncle in the courtyard in the future?

Xie Lang's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "You don't have that ability yourself, so you think everyone is the same as you? Since I dare to say that, I can pass the exam. Do you really think everyone is the same as you?"

"Are you familiar with you? Do you care about me?"

Xie Lang's serious look made Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai lose face all of a sudden.

Everyone couldn't help looking at Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai.

Jia Dongxu could see the sarcasm and ridicule in everyone's eyes, this damned Xie Lang was so ignorant that he dared to disrespect Jia Dongxu again and again.

Obviously not to give Jia Dongxu face.

Jia Dongxu pointed at Xie Lang angrily and shouted angrily: "Xie Lang, what do you think you are, eighth-level fitter, you are dreaming, have you woken up yet!"

Xie Lang sneered and said, "What does it have to do with you? You are so clamoring, are you afraid that I really passed the exam and you can't compare with me?"

Xie Lang's words really touched Jia Dongxu's mind. Yes, he was afraid that Xie Lang had really passed the exam, because Xie Lang was originally a graduate of Huaqing University.

Every college student these days is a proud son of heaven, and they all go to sit in the office.

For example, Xie Lang didn't have to go to the workshop at all, he had already arranged for him to be an officer in the propaganda department, and he could just sit in the office, but he chose to come to the workshop instead.

At first, he thought that when he left the workshop, he would throw himself into a trap and fall into their hands, but he didn't expect that he was going to take the eighth grade exam!
He, Jia Dongxu, has been working for six or seven years, and he is only a second-level fitter.

Jia Dongxu didn't really show it on the surface, he snorted coldly and said, "Who's afraid that you passed the exam? Did you pass the exam? Do you really think that the eighth-level forceps is so easy?"

"If you don't have such a big head, don't wear such a big hat. Be careful of talking too much and flashing your tongue!"

Xie Lang stopped talking to him, and didn't want to argue with him, a fool, instead, he said to Song Mei: "Aunt Song, just apply for an eighth-level fitter for me."

Seeing Xie Lang's persistence, Song Mei had no choice but to fill in the application materials for him.

"Director Song, Xie Lang is young and ignorant, why are you ignorant anymore, Xie Lang doesn't know anything about fitters yet, do you really expect him to know the skills of an eighth-level fitter?"

Yi Zhonghai saw that Xie Lang was really going to apply for the eighth-level fitter exam, so he hurriedly said.

Jia Dongxu was also very upset, and said contemptuously: "Director Song, you have to think about it, if he, the eighth-level fitter, fails the exam, the leader will blame you for messing around with a young man. The assessment is a trifling matter, right? Even though you grew up watching Xie Lang, you can't favor him like this, and forget all the rules in the factory."

"Boy, what are you talking about? This is a matter in our first workshop. What does it have to do with you!" Seeing Jia Dongxu say such things about Song Mei, Liu Tiegang and the others immediately became rude, as if they were about to attack Jia Dongxu look like.

"I'm just telling the truth!" Seeing their momentum, Jia Dongxu still refused to give in, but his tone softened a little.

"What Jia Dongxu said is not unreasonable, and if everyone is like him in the future, are there any rules?" Seeing his apprentice being bullied like this, Yi Zhonghai said.

Song Mei took a look at Xie Lang, seeing his confident appearance, and Xie Lang would definitely not joke about these things.

Sometimes, maybe there really is such a powerful person?
After all, Xie Lang is someone who can even be admitted to Huaqing University.

In the semi-annual worker assessment and rating of the rolling mill, almost no one skips the assessment. If Xie Lang sets this precedent, if he passes, he may be able to encourage everyone in the future, which is also a boost to everyone's morale.

I will definitely be praised and rewarded by the leader.

But if Xie Lang failed to pass... After all, it is not so simple to be an eighth-level fitter.

After some hesitation, Song Mei decided to give it a go.

She smiled and said to Xie Lang: "Then Aunt Song will listen to you this time, don't let Aunt Song and everyone down."

Xie Lang nodded, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I promise!"

Song Mei heard what he said, and didn't say anything more, so she took Xie Lang to apply for the fitter examination.