Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

"Satisfied, Director Wu, please don't call me Dean Zhou anymore. Just call me Xiaotian, your Dean Zhou. Calling me Dean Zhou always makes me feel weird, as if I'm old!"

Zhou Tian looked at Wu Quandao who had been flattering him.

"Hahaha, that's fine too. Since you don't want me to call you Dean Zhou, Xiaotian, then I won't call you that. Okay, Xiaotian, you guys are tired too, I won't bother you anymore. I'll come pick you up tomorrow! I'm leaving first!"

Wu Quan looked at the four people's faces showing more fatigue, said something appropriate, and turned to leave the expert building.

After Wu Quan left, Chang Wen said to Zhou Tian: "Commander, I think Director Wu seems to be a little too enthusiastic towards you!"

You know, Wu Quanshu is the director of Liaodong Fertilizer Plant. His rank is not low, he is at the deputy bureau level. But it is obviously abnormal that he is so enthusiastic about Zhou Tian.

After all, although Zhou Tian is the dean of the research institute and has the rank of deputy military commander, to put it bluntly, at this level, apart from his own little piece of land, he basically has no real power.

In fact, in terms of power, the two are similar, so he shouldn't be so enthusiastic. The two are also different.

"Well, I find it strange too, but never mind. Now that we are here, even if Director Wu has any plans, they will surely be exposed sooner or later. Let's just take a rest first!"

Chang Wen could see the abnormality, so how could Zhou Tian not see it? This is also the reason why Zhou Tian didn't want to chat with the other party more on the road.

But now he is really tired, so he will talk about other things tomorrow.

"Yes, Chief!"

The three of them heard this without any reaction and went back to their rooms to rest.

In a room on the first floor of the Expert Building.

Pros and a few others were gathered together drinking black bread, vodka, and lard, and they were also talking about what had just happened.

"Pros, who do you think the people Wu Quan brought just now are? Could they be people from China who came to investigate?"

A middle-aged man with a full beard couldn't help but ask.

"Who knows? Who cares who he is? Anyway, we are only here to teach these Chinese people how to repair equipment. The rest has nothing to do with us!"

Pros said indifferently that after all, they had been told by their superiors before they came that they only needed to teach the Chinese some basic maintenance techniques step by step, and they were not allowed to teach anything else.

So for him, it doesn’t matter who the visitor is, as long as he doesn’t delay his food and drink.

"By the way, Hills, Garlov and the others have all gone home. When do you plan to return home?"

As disagreements between China and China began in recent years, there have been signs of a subtle hostility between the two countries. This year, a number of expert engineers were recalled. They had long been tired of staying in China and would have returned to China without permission from their superiors.

They even want to leave now.

Hills is a burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall. He gives people a vague sense of oppression at first glance. If no one said anything, no one would believe that this big man in front of them is actually a senior engineer of Big Brother.

Unfortunately, due to his upright character, he was never valued by the factory's top management, so he was not included in the list of senior engineers returning to China.

"Who knows? To be honest, instead of going back, I think it's not a bad idea to stay here!"

Hills said this, picked up the vodka and started drinking.

"If you ask me, the Chinese factory has actually been pretty good to us. We shouldn't hold back on their technology!"

Hills said truthfully.

"Tsk, Hills, you weren't bribed by the Chinese, were you? You know, although these technologies are nothing to us, why do we have to give them to them for nothing? Don't tell me that they are all socialist countries. If it weren't for the order from above, I wouldn't even want to come to such a country!"

Phils said disdainfully.

As a mid-level engineer in a large-scale synthetic ammonia chemical plant of Big Brother, in his opinion, the Chinese are simply terrible. Everyone here is so ignorant. These people still want to learn maintenance technology from him, but they don’t think about how the great Big Brother can teach them. Instead of teaching them technology, they might as well eat and drink for free here.

However, it must be said that the Chinese are too generous. In the two years he has been here, the salary he has received is three times what he received in China. If the situation here was not so bad, he might really not want to go back.

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Anyway, we are just here to spend our days and work, so we should just live one day at a time. However, looking at the current situation in China and China, our days here are getting shorter and shorter!"

Pros couldn't help but sigh. In fact, for him, although the country did not want them to pass on their technology to these Chinese workers, through working with the Chinese workers during this period of time, he also liked these Chinese people very much. They are hardworking, kind and smart!

Deep down, he didn't mind handing over the technology to them, but on the one hand, the two countries didn't speak the same language, and on the other hand, these workers didn't have a solid foundation.

Now they are about to return home, but I don’t know whether these Chinese workers can continue to operate this synthetic ammonia plant without them.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's finish this drink and go to bed early!"

Fields, who had been silent all the time, suddenly raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp. He stood up, glanced at his colleagues, opened the door and walked towards his room.

Back in the room, Fields couldn't help lighting a cigar and recalling every detail of the past two years. He really couldn't understand why his own country would attack its allies when they were clearly in the same camp.

However, even if he couldn't figure it out, he knew that as a small person he could not change the current situation. He could only open a black notebook and continue writing the manual on synthetic ammonia technology.

This is the last thing he can do for these lovely Chinese people. He hopes that they can run the fertilizer plant according to his manual.

The next day, after a good night's sleep, Zhou Tian woke up early in the morning and felt that his energy and spirit had instantly returned to its peak, and he felt refreshed.

Looking at the expert building in front of him, he was obviously still feeling a little uncomfortable. He continued to lie down for a while. Thinking of what Wu Quan said last night, he immediately got up to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Just after finishing washing up, there was a knock on Zhou Tian’s door.

When I went forward and opened the door, I saw Wu Quan standing outside, holding four bottles of soy milk in one hand and a dozen fried dough sticks in the other!

Seeing Zhou Tian, ​​Wu Quan walked in with soy milk and fried dough sticks. He put the things on the dining table and said with a smile, "Xiaotian, I hope I didn't disturb you. I knew you should get up by now. I brought you some breakfast when I passed by the breakfast stall!"

"Brother Wu, thank you so much, I'm just hungry!"

Zhou Tian naturally did not be polite to Wu Quan. Not to mention, he was not a polite person. In fact, he had just thought about what Wu Quan said yesterday, and he vaguely guessed his purpose.