The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

There is only one Xie Cheng in the sales department, which is not enough. After all, Xie Cheng has just graduated, and he has only been selling clothes for a year or two. It is still not safe to encounter old fritters.

So Tang Jihai went to the county to find Liu Zhonghua. Liu Zhonghua had just been blackmailed because of his brother's fight.

"If it weren't for you, our family would be over." Liu Zhonghua looked more vicissitudes than before, but his eyes were more tenacious than when he was working in the black market.

"Your ability is obvious to all. If you can join the Datang Oil Factory, it will be half the battle." To get someone to work for you, you must first feel the approval of the boss, so that employees will have the kindness to give back to the boss.

Sure enough, Liu Zhonghua looked excited, "I dare not say anything else, I, Liu Zhonghua, are good at selling things."

He used to work in the black market and earned a lot of money, but after all, sneaking is not a serious job. Now that the dawn is coming, and seeing many people start to do small business in an open and honest manner, he also plans to do it big, but at this juncture, another accident happened to his family, and his family was almost wiped out. All plans and plans were ruined.

It was at the bottom of the valley that Tang Jihai stretched out an olive branch. He was really a drought and manna, and Tang Jihai knew his previous experience in the black market clearly and recognized him so much. He didn't know what to say other than nodding his head in agreement.

"Don't worry, I will do a good job!"

After finishing the sales, good news came from Liu Laoqi, "Zuo Youtian promised to come over, and we need to talk to the boss first."

Tang Jihai's heart moved, "The machine will arrive at the factory tomorrow, and we can meet up sometime after tomorrow."

He can also understand Zuo Youtian's concerns. After all, it is not a national factory. Although it is affiliated with other big factories, it is still the factory manager who pays the wages.

I don't see how I can rest assured, the factory is not managed well, and it has to close after two days of opening.

The next day a large truck loaded with machines drove in, and many villagers came out to watch.

The people from the machinery factory helped to remove and install it, just at this time Zuo Arita also came.

Zuo Youtian is an old man in his 50s, with deep wrinkles on his face and thick calluses on his hands. He looks like a worker who has been working on the front line of the workshop.

Xie Cheng took the people from the machine factory to install the machine, and Liu Laoqi brought Zuo Youtian to see Tang Jihai.

"Old man Zuo, I'm finally looking forward to you." Tang Jihai smiled and stepped forward, holding Zuo Youtian's hand affectionately.

Zuo Youtian is a rough guy, who has never been treated like this before, and immediately blushed, "Are you?"

Liu Laoqi stepped forward, "This is our Tang factory manager mentioned above. The provincial champion was admitted to Dongshan University, and now he has graduated. He wants to open an oil factory to give us people more oil to eat."

Unexpectedly, Liu Laoqi's words were quite beautiful, and Tang Jihai's resume was also considered beautiful.

Zuo Arita's eyes immediately changed when he heard it, and he exclaimed in admiration and surprise: "Young and promising."

There are many simple people nowadays, and they respect college students who have attended school. Hearing that they are college students, his heart has already been half relieved.

Tang Jihai was talking to Zuo Youtian when Xie Cheng came over suddenly and whispered something.

Tang Jihaizhou frowned, and then said to Zuo Youtian: "There is something wrong with the machine trial, why don't you go and have a look with me?"

Zuo Youtian hesitated for a moment, then followed Tang Jihai into the workshop.

When the machine is delivered, as a buyer, it must be assembled and tried out.

After these oil presses were installed, they were tested with soybeans prepared in advance, but the oil output was very little.

Although Xie Cheng and the others don't know the specific situation, they have also inquired that a catty of ordinary soybeans can produce three taels of oil, and high-quality soybeans can produce nearly four taels of oil.

But now, the machine can only produce less than two taels of oil after trial use!

Xie Cheng suspected that the machine was not good, so he quietly came out and told Tang Jihai to see what to do.

Tang Jihai led a few people into the workshop, and the people from the machine factory were also there. They didn't know that the people in the factory who followed them to install were suspecting that the machine was not good.

"Director, this is the soybean oil we just squeezed." A factory worker said.

When the factory director saw the factory manager, they were all surprised, because the factory manager was too young. In their perception, to be the head of a factory, he had to be over 40 years old, otherwise how could he manage the dozens and hundreds of people below.

Tang Jihai came forward to ask, and the employees in the factory said truthfully: "The oil production is relatively small, can you see where the problem is?" The young employees said and pointed at the machine next to them.

The people from the Human Machine Factory are right in front of them. They don't understand machines, and they can't just say that other people's machines don't work well.

But no one is a fool, your eyes are so straightforward that you almost write directly on the door of your brain: I suspect that your machine is not good.

"Hmph, our machine factory sells countless numbers every year, and I've never heard any factory say that there is something wrong with it!" The people in the machine factory were furious. Their machines couldn't be better.

The corner of Xie Cheng's mouth twitched, no one said it doesn't mean the machine will work, maybe they just didn't say it.

Zuo Youtian went up to look at the soybeans, then at the machine, took the wrench without saying a word, and adjusted the bearing of the machine by a degree.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The machine factory employee stepped forward to stop it, "Don't touch it if you don't understand, who will be to blame if it breaks?"

However, before his words fell to the ground, Zuo Youtian finished it with three or two words, and then said to Tang Jihai, "Try again."

The people in the machine factory were noncommittal, what an old man who didn't look like he could repair machines could do anything.

There must be no problem with their machine, just adjust the bearings twice, there is a lot of spare, okay?

Although the employees of the factory didn't quite trust Zuo Arita, they listened to the factory manager, and the factory manager nodded, and they must try again.

Put the prepared soybeans in, turn the gear, and the circular outlet under the machine will start to discharge oil.

Yellow-orange-orange golden oil flows out from the outlet and falls into the oil barrel below the outlet. The oil is thick and silky, and a scent of fragrant oil penetrates domineeringly.

Many people stared at the soybean oil and swallowed hard with their throats rolling.

"Director, three, two, four!" the oil factory employee said excitedly, "It's much more than before!"

The employees of the machine factory stretched their heads and saw that there were more than before.

Xie Cheng secretly rolled his eyes, the employees of these two machinery factories are temporary workers, why don't they understand anything!

Tang Jihai was very happy. The old worker who can operate the oil press skillfully knows the machine very well and knows how to maximize the oil extraction.

Zuo Youtian is also Xiaolu's master. Tang Jihai is very generous to technical talents, and directly asks Zuo Youtian to be the director of a workshop.

The original workshop director Liu Laoqi was promoted to the general director.

Zuo Youtian has been working as an oil extractor all his life, and now he is actually the director!
He was still dizzy until he got home. Has he become an official?
Whoops, old and old, this luck has come again, and an old bone is still a leader.

Zuo Arita, whose thoughts wandered for a while, came back to his senses, and asked the old woman to take out the wine from his collection, and drank three glasses straight away in high spirits!

What an old bone, he can do another 20 years!