Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

"Let me take a look." Zhang Keyan said to Lu Yan, "If I can't handle it, I'll ask for your help."

Lu Yan nodded, but he was actually a little worried. Lin Cheng had already heard a lot about Zhang Keyan, a computer doctor from the University of the Philippines.

If he loses his memory in an accident and forgets all his past, no one can be sure how much of the knowledge he has learned can be remembered.

The reason why they agreed to let him go and take a look was because he was Song Siyao's future son-in-law. Song Siyao had only one daughter, and the entire Yide would belong to Song Qiaoran and Zhang Keyan in the future.

It was just a network issue, a favor. Even if Zhang Keyan couldn't handle it, Lu Yan had already arranged backup personnel to take over.

Under Lu Yan's guidance, Zhang Keyan went to Workshop 10 of the Production Department.

Workshop 10 is the workshop for packaging product delivery. It is very large, with many computer controllers and machines. The machines on the production line are all controlled by computer programs, which are closely linked.

The intranet was suddenly interrupted, causing the main controller to be unable to command and transmit to the computers of the transmission machines in the workshop, and packaging came to a standstill.

Zhang Keyan first checked the line and confirmed that there was no problem with the line. Then he checked the main computer controller, reset the network, and restarted the device. He found that there was no problem with the network of the main computer controller.

He began looking for problems in each machine's computer controller.

During this time, Song Qiaoran called and said, "I haven't been to work for a long time. Are you used to it?"

Zhang Keyan answered seriously: "Going to work should have nothing to do with habits. What is needed is a serious attitude and professional skills."

Song Qiaoran smiled appreciatively, "Yide's question is nothing to you. You've won a big award."

"What awards have I won?" Zhang Keyan asked. "It's almost impossible to find any information about Zhang Keyan on the Internet."

Song Qiaoran paused, "You didn't study in China before, and your name wasn't Zhang Keyan, so of course I can't find your previous information."

"I have almost no impression of the name Petali given to Indo-Filipino parents of Chinese descent," said Zhang Keyan.

"It's normal that you have no impression." Song Qiaoran said, "Aren't you just slowly regaining your memory? After we get married, I will accompany you to Infi."

"Okay, I won't say any more to you. Let's get back to work." Zhang Keyan said and hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, Zhang Keyan fixed the intranet problem in Workshop 10 and the machines started working again.

Walking out of the workshop and looking at the bright sunshine outside, he felt happy.

After all, professional things are unforgettable and will never be forgotten, which is the greatest comfort.

Walking on the road, he finally had time to look around.

This is Yide’s newly built Chengxi Pharmaceutical Factory. The factory has a total of ten production workshops, five large warehouses, a quality inspection building, and an administrative complex building. It stretches as far as the eye can see and you can’t see beyond the park.

The entire park has a diameter of nearly two kilometers, which is equivalent to the size of a small town.

I didn’t know where I was in the park when a voice came from behind me, “Zhang Keyan, please wait a moment.”

Zhang Keyan turned around. He was very surprised that someone in the park could call out his name.

A girl with a good figure walked towards him, wearing a professional suit and a short skirt, with her hair tied up behind her head, big eyes, a high nose bridge, high eyebrows, and an unfathomable smile on her face.

This is an absolutely standard beauty, Zhang Keyan concluded.

"Hello, who are you?" Zhang Keyan asked.