Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

"Wait, don't be impatient. This requires precise instruments to measure. Xiao Liu, go get the instrument from the car."

"Yes."

Xiao Liu, the factory director's secretary, ran out and quickly came back with a sophisticated instrument.

Director Yang turned on the instrument and took a measurement. The result showed that it was unqualified. Yang Zhengcheng's face changed. This batch of parts was a very important strategic material.

When he went to the meeting, his leader said that only the best fitter could do it.

Yang Zhengcheng gave a military order to his leader and assured him with confidence that their factory had the best fitters.

As a result, the first part failed.

But the leader’s original words were, if you are sure you can do it, then do it, if you can’t do it, don’t do it at all.

Because there are only thirteen parts, at least ten finished products are needed. Not even one less will do.

These thirteen parts were made with the hard work of countless people.

"Old Yi, what's going on?" Yang Zhengcheng's face was very ugly. If you can do it, then it's fine. If you can't do it, then it's not fine. If you don't have the skills, why would you take on such a job?

"This is the first one, it has a little flaw, I'm sure I can do the second one." "Then you better be careful."

Yang Zhengcheng suppressed his anger and did not dare to criticize Uncle Yi.

I was afraid that this would affect Master Yi's mood and cause trouble again. "I will."

"No, you must be careful, careful, and careful again," Yang Zhengcheng warned.

"clear!"

Uncle Yi picked up the file and started working again.

Yang Zhengcheng, who was standing by, was sweating profusely. …

The others also knew that the matter was of great importance, and they did not dare to breathe.

An hour later, the second anchor was completed and Uncle Yi nervously handed it to Yang Zhengcheng.

Yang Zhengcheng first measured it with a caliper and it passed. Then he put it on the instrument and it still failed. "This..." Uncle Yi broke into a cold sweat.

What happened? He made it strictly according to the size requirements, so there should be no problem.

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Yang Zhengcheng slapped the workbench and roared, "Nonsense, this is just nonsense, Yi Gong, what did I tell you? If you can't do it, don't try to be brave. Look at what you have done. You have caused me a big disaster."

His voice was so loud that everyone in the workshop looked over at once, everyone was terrified.

"What's wrong? What happened?" "It was Yi Gong who damaged an important anchor." "Oh my God, the factory manager is furious."

Director Sun also broke out in a cold sweat. He had never seen Director Yang so angry before.

At this moment, Director Sun wished he could skin Yi Zhonghai alive.

You old man, you are too arrogant. The factory manager’s words have been made very clear.

"Director Mai, it was my mistake. I'll try making another one." Uncle Yi was trembling all over, knowing that he had caused a big disaster.

"Being your boss, do you know how precious this anchor is? Even if you have a hundred lives, you can't replace this part. You've killed me."

Yang Zhengcheng rarely swore, which showed how angry he was at the moment.

"I'll take care of you later!"

"Director Sun, go, go quickly, go to other workshops, call all the technical backbones of all workshops in our factory, and see if anyone has seen this thing."

"Okay, okay!"

Director Sun ran out of the workshop and quickly gathered a large group of people, including technical backbones from various workshops, and even Uncle Er from the forging workshop came along.

"Director Sun, why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Muzi just happened to walk over, followed by Scar.

"It's urgent, Chief Yang. Director Yang is angry. I'll explain to you later."

Director Sun led his men into the fitter's workshop in a hurry. "Scar, let's go take a look too."

Yang Muzi, with a scar on his face, followed everyone into the fitter's workshop.

"Come and have a look, have you seen this anchor?" Yang Zhengcheng asked anxiously. "No."

"Such a sophisticated anchor, I've never seen one before."

"It's the first time I've seen this either. What is this?" The technical backbones called over all shook their heads. "I know."

Yang Muzi pushed aside the crowd and walked in, reaching out to pick up the anchor. "You really know?" Director Yang was surprised.

Uncle Yi frowned and said, "Chief Yang, stop joking. I have been a fitter for so many years and I have never seen this. How have you seen it?"

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean I haven't seen it." "Then tell me what this is?"

Uncle Yi was very dissatisfied.

In his eyes, Yang Muzi was just a street urchin, even if he became a section chief, he was still a street urchin.

He was absolutely confident in his expertise and he could guarantee that Yang Muzi was talking nonsense.

Yang Muzi didn't bother to pay attention to Uncle Yi and said with a smile: "Director Yang, if my guess is correct, this is a special aviation part, and it is probably a precision part for the aircraft."

"How did you know?" Yang Zhengcheng was shocked. Yang Muzi was right.

Currently, the government is researching the second generation of domestically produced jet fighters. Of course, when we say it is domestically produced, we are actually imitating it.

This part is not imported and cannot be imported. It is the result of the painstaking efforts of many experts.

Damaging one is a big deal, but Yi Zhonghai broke two at once, so how could he not be angry?

"this…"

Uncle Yi was speechless. This was a slap in the face too quickly. He never expected that Yang Muzi, a street urchin, would know such a professional issue.

"No wonder I haven't seen it before, it turned out to be on the plane." "Engineer Yi really overestimates his own abilities." "He's in big trouble."

Yang Muzi picked up the two damaged anchors and looked at them, then asked, "Who made this?"

Director Sun pointed at Uncle Yi and said, "This was done by Yi Gong." "Rubbish!!!" Yang Muzi criticized mercilessly. "You..."

Uncle Yi is about to vomit blood.

He is a fitter, the best fitter in the steel rolling mill. This is his reputation and his pride.

Although the product he made this time was a failure, he felt that no one else would be able to make the anchor.

This is not a human problem, but a problem with the anchor. It is too delicate to operate.

"You said what I made was rubbish, why don't you try making one?" Uncle Yi said through gritting his teeth.

"You won't understand even if I tell you. You're not a real fitter." Poof -

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. Little did he know that Yang Muzi's words were not wrong.

A true fitter is a master craftsman who is born with a pair of mechanical "487" hands and can easily rub the missiles on an aircraft carrier with his hands.

And this type of anchor is not, strictly speaking, the most precise anchor.

However, for people like Uncle Yi who are used to working with rough anchor parts in the steel rolling mill, it is indeed too precise.

"Brother, no, Chief Yang, do you also know locksmithing?"

Yang Zhengcheng looked surprised.

He knew that Yang Muzi had a wide range of knowledge, but he didn't expect that he could talk about such professional knowledge as locksmithing so clearly.

"I know a little bit." Yang Muzi said modestly. "Then... can you do this?"

"This is just child's play. I can do it in minutes." Yang Muzi said lightly.

Just brag. It's nonsense.

nonsense.

Everyone looked at Yang Muzi with distrust. Yang Muzi had seen this kind of parts before, so it was not surprising. But when he said he could make it, of course no one believed him.

You know, to be a good fitter, you not only need talent, but also need hundreds of times of practice.

For example, Uncle Yi worked as a fitter before liberation. After working in this field for more than 20 years, he barely reached the eighth-level fitter standard.

Even so, Uncle Yi is still a leader in this industry.

How old is Yang Muzi? Even if he has been practicing locksmithing since he was in his mother's womb, how many years can he have learned it?

Yang Zhengcheng was also a little unconvinced at this time, and lowered his voice and said: "Brother, this is not a joke. If this is not done well, your brother's career will be ruined."

"Director Yang, I'm not kidding." Yang Muzi spread his hands. "Just try making one." Yang Zhengcheng spoke, as if he had made a major decision.

If he wasn't very familiar with Yang Muzi, he would never let Yang Muzi take action.

"I want to see how you do it." Uncle Yi crossed his arms, waiting to see the joke.

"Director Sun, call Xiaobai over to help me." "Tianci, come here for a moment."

"Tianci, I told you before that locksmithing relies on feeling. Now look carefully."

"Um!"

Yang Muzi called Bai Tianci over, of course not to ask him to help, but to let him experience the real locksmith skills.

This will be of great benefit to his future promotion.

Yang Muzi started to work, first touching the anchor carefully, then moving the file up and down.

This……

The people standing by were stunned.

Yang Muzi's speed was countless times faster than that of Uncle Yi. The file seemed to come alive in his hands.

Section Chief Yang can actually do benchwork. His skills are far better than the technical team. This is amazing. This is a real expert.

Everyone nodded, and no one dared to speak, for fear of disturbing Yang Muzi.

"Xiaobai, get me 500 g of sandpaper."

Three minutes later, Yang Muzi put down the file and used emery cloth instead.

At this time, he closed his eyes. This...

He's crazy. Oh my god, why are you closing your eyes?

Everyone present was sweating at the tips of their noses, and even leaders like Yang Zhengcheng held their breath.

Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter. You can do something with your eyes closed that even he can't do well. Who are you looking down on?

Everyone has different ideas in their minds.

But little did they know that Yang Muzi did better with his eyes closed than with them open.

Being a locksmith depends on feeling.

(This involves professional knowledge, and the author starts to talk nonsense again, so the fitter goes away.

five minutes later.

"Xiaobai, get me the finest sandpaper."

He changed to the finest sandpaper and polished for three or four minutes. Yang Muzi felt it was about right and opened his eyes.

"alright!"

After finishing everything, Yang Muzi handed the anchor to Yang Zhengcheng. "It's done now." "Too fast." "How is that possible?"

The fitters spoke one after another and were surprised to find that Yang Muzi only took less than fifteen minutes, which was four or five times faster than Uncle Yi.

Taking the anchor, Yang Zhengcheng frowned. In his opinion, there was no difference between the anchor made by Yang Muzi and that made by Uncle Yi.

"Your work isn't very good either?" Uncle Yi said. "It's the same as what Yi Gong did."

"Oh no, another anchor is damaged." "It's over."

Many people looked unhappy.

A flash of gloating flashed across Uncle Yi's eyes. Yang Zhengcheng took a caliper to measure it and found that the size was acceptable. Finally, he put it on the instrument and it showed that it was also acceptable. "It worked, hahahaha..."

Yang Zhengcheng laughed happily, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "This is impossible..."

Uncle Yi was completely embarrassed.

Not only did Yang Muzi do a good job, but he was also several times faster than him. This showed that his skills were a hundred blocks ahead of his.

As the best fitter in the steel mill, this made him want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Shameful.

It's so damn embarrassing. "Awesome, our section chief is still awesome." Scar's face was full of pride.

Director Sun: "I admire you, Chief Yang. You are the best fitter I have ever seen, bar none."

"Uncle Yang, you're so awesome!" Bai Tianci looked at Yang Muzi with eyes full of admiration.

He originally thought that Yang Muzi's knowledge of locksmithing was just theory, and even if he had some skills, they were limited.