Siheyuan: Since 51

Li Xiao sighed, "Our foundation is too poor, and the Mao Bear expert's explanation is crude. Only I can barely keep up, and the three technicians are completely listening to nonsense."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, a little speechless, and said unhappily: "Ask, the person is standing in front of you, if you don't understand, just ask, don't you know how to be a student?"

Li Xiao explained in a low voice: "Our three technicians are a bit shy. They won't open their mouths even when I'm here, and..."

Lin Zhiyuan was furious and immediately raised his hand to interrupt.

"Okay, forget it, let's go, I'll go with you and take a look."

The two of them strode into the workshop.

The three experts chattered non-stop.

There was a college student standing next to each person, translating and taking notes.

Li Xiao listened to Lin Zhiyuan's advice and sought help from Peking University.

Xie Changchun and two other technicians stood at the back, silent, frowning, and also taking notes in notebooks.

After watching for five full minutes, the three of them didn't say a word, and Lin Zhiyuan almost cursed.

He strode forward and greeted with a smile.

"Three Davaris, you didn't drink well yesterday. Let's fight again later."

Li Xiao quickly translated.

After a few pleasantries, Lin Zhiyuan made his request with a smile.

"Three Dawaris, the factory technicians have a weak foundation, please explain it in more detail."

Li Xiao translated, and the three of them looked at each other after hearing it.

Ivanov shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, saying, "I don't know where I should go into detail, and I didn't ask the three young comrades..."

Li Xiao continued to translate. Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan turned around and glared at Xie Changchun and the other two with a very serious tone.

"Did you hear that? If you don't understand, just ask. Even if he says one plus one equals two, if you don't understand, just open your mouth and ask."

Xie Changchun and the other two nodded hurriedly, "Okay, Master Lin."

"This is a rare opportunity. I'm not asking you to just follow me around."

After saying this neither lightly nor seriously, Lin Zhiyuan looked at Li Xiao.

"Li Xiao, tell the three experts to explain the mechanical principles. If they teach well, I will drink with them. If they don't, I will also drink with them."

Li Xiao was confused. How to translate this?

I know what you mean, but I don't know how to make them understand!

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said a few words. The three college students next to him couldn't help but smirk.

Seeing the three experts’ happy expressions, Lin Zhiyuan nodded, waved his hand and left.

Back to the office, still speechless.

Whenever there is a problem in the factory, someone will come to us.

How come a good union chairman becomes a firefighter?

Then, within more than a month.

I don’t know how Li Xiao translated it, but Lin Zhiyuan would go to have a drink with him every now and then.

The effect was gratifying. By the end of May, three technicians, together with Li Xiao, had a thorough understanding of all the international brand equipment in the factory.

Then, the factory received the documents.

Xiao Heyu officially left, Li Xiao successfully joined the team, and the position of Women's Federation Chairman fell to Xiao Tingting.

The steel mill specially prepared a farewell banquet, during which no one felt uncomfortable and everyone chatted and talked in a friendly manner.

After the meal, Xiao Heyu was filled with emotion and couldn't help but come forward.

"Master Lin, we have worked together for five years and have never had any friction. Tingting is asking you to take care of her."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled cheerfully, "Tingting is my old subordinate, don't worry!"

June 6nd, Saturday.

According to Wu Xia, the brigade commander came back from the south and didn't seem to be feeling well. He stayed in the Beijing hospital for a few days and has now returned home to recuperate.

Lin Zhiyuan went to visit, holding a folding fan, chicken eggs, duck eggs, and two pieces of tiger meat.

Enter the courtyard.

After saying hello to Mrs. Chen, he pushed his bicycle against the door.

Under a tree on the west side, sitting in a rattan rocking chair, the brigade commander was holding a book and reading it with great interest.

He caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiyuan out of the corner of his eye and smiled brightly.

"You have a conscience, you still come to see me. What did you bring? I have to tell you that there are many things that doctors forbid to eat."

Lin Zhiyuan consulted Ren Xiangsong and learned that eating some tiger meat was fine and even had benefits, so he immediately chuckled.

"I've prepared two pieces of tiger meat for you. Please try them later."

As he said that, he carried his things and walked towards the kitchen.

Coming out of the kitchen and sitting down next to the brigade commander, Lin Zhiyuan took out a folding fan, opened it with a "swish", and began to fan himself leisurely.

The brigade commander saw this and waved his hand, "Let me see the fan."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't hesitate and handed it over with a smile.

After reading it carefully, the brigade commander felt very relieved. Old Tiger was still in his prime. He knew without thinking that it was prepared for him.

We chatted idly.

The brigade commander suddenly asked, "'Red Sister' is well written. Have you prepared a new book recently?"

Lin Zhiyuan picked up the cigarette box from the table, lit one, and said with a smile, "I'm thinking about it."

"Don't be lazy at such a young age. Write as much as you can."

As he spoke, the brigade commander raised his eyebrows and showed his signature smile, "Zhiyuan, when do you think I can appear in the Shihui book?"

Lin Zhiyuan was startled, then curled his lips and muttered, "What is it about you? Is it a telecom fraud?"

The voice was too low for the brigade commander to hear. He looked sideways and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing. I mean, Shihui's writing skills need to be improved. Let's wait and see. When his ability improves, he can write about your wisdom and might."

The brigade commander leaned back and the rocking chair began to rock.

"Oh, I don't know if I will have the chance to see it in my lifetime."

Lin Zhiyuan frowned and asked hurriedly: "Uncle Chen, are you feeling well..."

"Get lost, I'm in good health."

The brigade commander laughed and scolded, "Don't pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth. Hurry up and write a book for me!"

"Okay, you show up with the new book, okay?"

The brigade commander was delighted and laughed out loud.

"You said it, I'll check it out when the time comes. If not, just wait!"

"I guarantee it."

After chatting for a while, Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye.

The brigade commander followed him out the door with his hands behind his back.

Lin Zhiyuan was flattered and hurriedly advised, "Uncle Chen, please don't send me off. My little heart can't handle it."

"Go, go, go now!"

The brigade commander held a folding fan in his right hand, slapped it with his left hand, and said unhappily, "I'm going to visit someone."

On the way home, Lin Zhiyuan was in a good mood. At least judging from his condition, the brigade commander was in good health.

The afterglow of sunset slowly disappeared, and Lin Zhiyuan pushed his bicycle back to the courtyard.

Just as he was about to turn through the Moon Gate, Xu Damao came out from the side. If Lin Zhiyuan had not stopped in time, he would have been kicked out.

"Da Mao, are you hiding here, waiting to scare me?"

Xu Damao looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "No, no, Brother Zhiyuan, I was squatting next to you until my legs became numb, and that's why I almost bumped into you."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "Then why are you squatting here?"

Xu Damao scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Brother Zhiyuan, I have something to ask you."

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the small courtyard and sit down to talk."

After pushing the bicycles into the wooden shed, Lin Zhiyuan and Xu Damao sat down at the stone table.

Lighting a cigarette, Lin Zhiyuan gestured, "Da Mao, tell me, what's the matter?"