Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Tianjin Port immediately took action and quickly moved the shore loading and unloading machinery to the side of the ship. With the help of the sailors, the container containing the CNC machine tools was easily lifted onto the truck.

Secretary Chen saw that it was already ten o'clock and suggested, "Brother Ye, let's set off immediately. I have prepared some cooked food. How about we enjoy it in the van on the way? If you get tired, you can rest in it for a while."

"Brother Chen, how long will it take us to get to the capital?" Ye Chuan asked. "Normally it will take about five hours, but because there is an extra cabinet, it will probably take another five or six hours.

I have reported this to Mr. Xu, and he said that we should inform him anytime after we arrive in the capital, whether it is late at night or dawn. According to him, he and Mr. Song will stay overnight in the guesthouse today.

Ye Chuan was deeply moved by the enthusiasm and dedication of the two older generations.

Although there is no direct payment for this equipment, it does cost a lot of manpower and material resources. "Well, it's just hard for you, Brother Chen. You haven't been in Tianjin for long, and you haven't had a good meal so hard."

Secretary Chen waved his hand and said lightly: "Hey, for the leadership and for everyone, these hardships are nothing.

Besides, how can I compare with you? The world outside is different from our own family, and it is definitely difficult to guarantee food and sleep.

You’ve worked so hard!”

Ye Chuan looked embarrassed. This inspection trip of his was almost like a difficult journey.

Especially in the island country, he even turned a blind eye when the soy sauce bottle that Rie Aoi was serving fell down. "Brother Chen, you are too polite. A little hardship is nothing to me. It is all worth it to have such a good result!" Ye Chuan said modestly.

Looking at his style of doing things, Secretary Chen couldn't help but admire why Mr. Xu valued Ye Chuan so much.

Although he has accomplished many things, he never seeks credit for himself and always appears calm and otherworldly. It is hard to believe that he is only 21 years old.

Two people were sitting in a van, with a large truck behind them pulling a container. The road along the way was not suitable for highway use, and driving was slow at night, with an average speed of about 25 kilometers.

Considering the safety, two guards were deployed in the van and there were also people accompanying the truck, just in case they encountered rampant bandits, they all had self-defense equipment in hand and would not show any leniency.

While on the boat, Ye Chuan either slept or chatted with Hou Yongping. He did not feel sleepy after returning to land.

Knowing the importance of this task, Secretary Chen naturally did not dare to slack off, and the two of them had a very pleasant conversation in the car.

The police in the car occasionally interjected, always on guard with weapons in hand to prevent any suspicious circumstances outside the car.

Ye Chuan even took out Japanese cigarettes from his luggage to share with the driver. Everyone felt that the smoke was particularly delicate and smooth when they tried it for the first time.

After traveling for nearly seven hours, the sky was already slightly dawning, and the van and truck finally arrived in the urban area of ​​the capital.

Looking at the familiar street scenes, Ye Chuan's heart was filled with emotion and he felt the warmth of returning home.

Two cars drove into a spacious courtyard one after another. The area was already crowded with people, and security personnel were standing by with weapons, ready for action.

Ye Chuan walked through the crowd and immediately saw Old Xu standing there anxiously waiting. He couldn't help but feel that the old man was too eager to start waiting before dawn. "Old Xu, why are you so impatient?" he thought to himself.

When he saw Ye Chuan getting off the car, Xu Lao stepped forward and stood beside him, staring at him for more than ten seconds. Finally, he patted his shoulder heavily and praised: "Ye Xiao, well done!"

Also coming over to say hello was Old Song, who was all smiles, and was obviously satisfied with the scene before him. "Thank you, Ye'er." He looked at her with satisfaction.

Although the two had never met, Ye Chuan responded based on his memory of many conversations: "Hello, Mr. Song, this is my job."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song was even more delighted: "Very good, humble but not complacent, really a rare good seedling." As the noise around gradually dissipated, the truck and van left the yard. Two staff members were busy opening the freight boxes, and Mr. Song seemed particularly focused.

The lid of the box was opened, and he entered with a powerful flashlight. The objects inside made him tear up and his heart surge.

Mr. Xu stepped forward and asked, "Is this the machine?"

"Yes, it's this one!" Ye Chuan followed closely.

Except for Mr. Song and a few others, no one else had ever stepped into the box, and no one dared to approach the equipment there without permission.

Ye Chuan pointed to a printer and a nearby cardboard box and said, "Mr. Song, I don't know what's inside, so I brought it together." He was grateful for the protection of the printer.

Opening a cardboard box, surprise flashed in Song's eyes, "These are all spare parts. We can't produce key technologies such as magnetic strips. We can only rely on imports to maintain the competitiveness of our machine tools." Because the origin of this machine tool is unknown, it is cutting-edge technology from the United States and cannot be bought at any price.

Ye Chuan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that: "Fortunately, I don't know much about these things, so I brought them all here." Both of them understood the situation and did not ask further questions. They each had their own methods in mind and were not unacceptable.

Mr. Xu then mentioned: "I heard that you also took over the radio production line?"

Ye Chuan nodded and admitted: "It is an obsolete model of Hitachi, but its quality is still one of the best in the country.

I felt the performance and price were right, so I decided to buy it.”

Elder Xu then confirmed: “Sun Xiaozi told me about this matter. In principle, it’s fine. We will conduct a trial production first.

After confirming the effect, an approval certificate will be issued. "After thinking for a moment, he said the new progress, "Mr. Xu, can I use my office phone to call overseas? I think the production line has arrived in Hong Kong, and I need to get in touch quickly. I also got some other supporting equipment."

Hearing this, Mr. Song immediately expressed his concern: "Xiao Ye, is this the equipment you got again?"

"Well, I got a semi-automatic camera production device through private channels."

Mr. Song didn't ask any more questions, just nodded slightly, and laughed in his heart that if they knew the source, it would definitely not be like this.

But he was tacitly aware of this and did not point it out.

Mr. Song had expected this, but when he saw the fully opened container, he still couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He carefully examined the CNC machine tool in front of him as if he were appreciating a treasure, stroking it with his fingers and making satisfied sounds. "Mr. Song, are you satisfied?" someone asked.

Mr. Song nodded and replied, "Very satisfied! If this machine tool still makes me dissatisfied, there will be no high-quality equipment in the world that I approve of." He stayed in front of the machine for a long time before walking towards Ye Chuan, with an irrepressible smile on his face, and announced happily, "Xiao Ye, you have made a great contribution.

You can ask for any reward you want. As long as I can do it, I will definitely make it happen for you."

Ye Chuan was about to humbly decline, but suddenly an idea occurred to him. "Mr. Song, I actually have something I would like to ask for your help."

Mr. Song was already familiar with the discussion on the phone, and he couldn't help but show a little impatience: "Why are you dilly-dallying? Just say it! I'm an old man who always keeps my word. I'll help you to the end if I say I'll help you."

Ye Chuan secretly praised in his heart: Although Mr. Song is old, he is a leader in the face of difficulties and can even participate in high-level decision-making, which surprises everyone.

This old man, who has devoted his life to scientific research, has won wide respect and support for his unique insight and clear thinking.

After glancing at Mr. Xu and Mr. Song, an idea suddenly occurred to him: could he use this machine tool to influence the two of them, strengthen their relationship, and help Mr. Xu get through the difficult times safely?

"Don't hesitate, kid! I won't keep my promise after the expiration date!" Old Song urged half-jokingly.

Ye Chuan no longer hesitated and said directly: "Mr. Song, I want a jeep. My legs and feet are always tired when I go out to do things, and riding a bicycle is a bit difficult."

After more than half a year of deliberation by the board of directors, the Songxia Electronic Industrial Park in Japan unanimously agreed to use the third CNC machine tool imported from to manufacture color TVs.

The order was quickly conveyed here, and Songxia Zhengzhi, who was responsible for the execution, quickly deployed related work.

When everything is ready on the color TV production line, Songxia engineers and workers plan to move the CNC machine tools from the warehouse to the production area.

In about a day, the new machine will be operational.

Hisashi Omura, the vice chairman in charge of production affairs, came to Warehouse No. 7 with his team. They pulled back the rainproof cloth and aimed directly at the machine in the corner.

Omura's face was full of anticipation. The two previous CNC machine tools had greatly improved productivity, saved manpower, and reduced costs. "The long-awaited new machine tool can finally be put into use!" Looking at the target under the cover, he instructed the movers: "Uncover the body and move it to the production workshop."

The workers agreed and prepared to start, but when they lifted the cover, they were shocked by what they saw - it was not the domestically produced precision machine tools they expected, but box after box of stuff.

Omura was speechless for a long time, and turned to ask the warehouse manager beside him: "Shouldn't this machine tool be in Warehouse No. 7?" The manager was also shocked. After a pause, he confirmed: "It was indeed carried into the warehouse by the porters, and I also laid the rainproof cloth myself."

"What is going on here? Can you help me explain it?" Omura asked angrily. "As the vice president of the production department, how could I not know whether there is any record of the use of this equipment in the park?"

"I just checked the routine inspection report from half a month ago. The machine has indeed been stored here and no one has come to pick it up during this period," the warehouse manager confirmed.

Nakamura Kyushi turned around, faced all the employees present, and said firmly, "Everyone, check the warehouses to see if you remembered the wrong location."

Although he was sure that he remembered correctly, the matter was of great importance for the three precision CNC machine tools stored in the seventh warehouse.

These were purchased by the company from the United States at a high price. The loss of even one screw could cause serious problems.

Cold sweat broke out on Nakamura's forehead, and the more he thought about it, the more troublesome the situation became.

So he hurried to the office of the park director.

When Masashi Matsukatsu was enjoying the coolness of the air conditioner in his comfortable office environment, he saw Nakamura Kyushi walk in without knocking, frowning. "Nakamura-kun, why don't you have any manners? What happened that made you so nervous?"