Take Off My Aviation Era

　　 How about simple and cute these years, chasing girls does not look at luxury cars and looks, but depends on your knowledge.

　　 Either you can write a good poem and feel relieved with romance; or you can compose music and enter your heart with singing.

Of course, English is also a good knowledge. After all, in the context of opening up at home and gradually looking to the west, knowing English means keeping up with international standards. Proficient in English means an elite with a global vision, who can speak anywhere. To a ticket girl.

That new female translator is already in the ranks of international standards. Ning Xiaodong, who has only been in correspondence for a year, has to squeeze among the elites before she has a chance to win, so learning that is called a positive .

　　Zhuang Jianye couldn't refute his elder brother's face. Ning Xiaodong warned him that he didn't need to use English to do things that were sorry for his sister. He licked his face and asked questions. The face was so thick and contradictory that no one could match.

Especially when Peng Chuan came occasionally, two "Chen Shimei" who were enthusiastic about chaos and abandonment collided together. The kind of ardent sparks burned overnight. When they came, they would warn him that they were all joking, so treat Ning well. Xiaohui.

　　 What does it mean to take off your pants and fart? Zhuang Jianye has seen it.

　　 Although the remarks of the two "scumbags" are disgusting, the excitement of the dormitory is real, at least more humane than when Shi Jun was there.

　　 Talking about beauties, blowing a cow, roaring playfully, and occasionally pack two small dishes from the cafeteria around the table for a drink. This is the male dormitory.

Open your eyes and talk about aero engines, and close your eyes to talk about aviation. What's going on, so Shi Jun is not there. It is not bad for Zhuang Jianye to exchange two bastards. The only depressed thing is that Ning Xiaohui can’t come out. Think about those days. Zhuang Jianye feels that the two **** are not as good as Shi Jun who talks about aviation.

　　 Alas, what a contradiction!

　　 Uh... Why is your face wet! Zhuang Jianye opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that his saliva was dripping on the table, making his face muddled.

"Mother begged!" Swearing, Zhuang Jianye straightened up from the table. The "Slumber Meeting" last night was so enthusiastic, and I had a whole night of chatting, so I was confused when I picked up the files I prepared today. Why can I think of such a practical thing in sleep?

　　 Zhuang Jianye wiped the saliva on his face with a handkerchief, thinking about it inexplicably, and occasionally glanced over the table. At first he didn't pay attention. After a moment, he cursed heavily: "Damn!"

　　 hurriedly lowered his head and looked closely, a face suddenly wrinkled into a bun like constipation. It turned out that the technical data to be archived was overwhelmed by the saliva left during his sleep.

This is to be placed in the previous life. Although it is ugly to have water on the data, the printed handwriting can still be recognized. However, today's Yonghong factory is all mimeo printing plates, using ink, and the water will become clumps. , It is difficult to see clearly.

　　 But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that this document is one of the most important heated parts of an aero engine, the precision casting mold process data of the turbine director, and there is no backup.

　　 Fortunately, this information also belongs to the category of improved technology. Before it was applied, it was put into the cold palace. It is not an important document, otherwise Zhuang Jianye's involvement this time will be great. But even so, it is also very troublesome for him. Seeing that the inspection of the ministries is approaching, the aero engine is the key inspection item of the ministries and commissions. If this information is faulty, it will be criticized by the superiors if it is incomplete.

"Oh~~I just did shot peening, and now I want to make a precision casting mold for the turbine directional device, okay~~ I'm unlucky!" Zhuang Jianye lamented, and then took the vague technical information on the table. The ball was thrown into the trash can next to it, rubbing his stiff cheeks, just picked up the pen and prepared to make another one.

咚~~ 咚~~ "Comrade, is it convenient for me to come in?" Zhuang Jianye just sorted out his thoughts and wrote down a key part of the precision casting mold in his memory. He heard a crisp knock on the door and turned his head to look. , Is a middle-aged man with gray hair and a half-old gray Chinese tunic suit standing at the door and looking inside curiously.

Zhuang Jianye didn’t know this person, but looking at his gentle and elegant appearance, he thought it should be the factory technician who came to check the information, so he responded: "Yes, just register on the registration form next to it. If you want to find information, one There is a newly sorted catalog in the cabinet. You can find it by yourself, and let me check it when the time comes, and then just register and confirm."

　　 After speaking, he turned his head and ignored the middle-aged man at the door, and continued to sullen and write.

　　 The middle-aged man didn't expect the young man inside to drop a word and leave him alone. He felt that the young man in the trial production archives room was a bit too irresponsible, his face was not pretty, but he didn't have any episodes.

　　 walked in on his own, filled in his name and time of entry on the table at the door, walked to cabinet No. 1 and opened the catalogue inside, and found that it was very detailed, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Turning over two more pages, his slender eyes suddenly condensed, and he immediately found the corresponding file cabinet according to the records in the catalog and opened a few file bags. A complex and sorrowful expression appeared on his face, and he turned his head to look back. Zhuang Jianye, who is lying on the table writing and painting.

"I remember that in the new regulations of the technical files of the ministries and commissions, it was not stated that the transferred models should also be filed~www.readwn.com~ Moreover, the large aircraft files here are all scrap data and drawings from the trial production in the factory. Why are you still doing this? Need to be so meticulous?” The middle-aged leader’s inspection tone made Zhuang Jianye very uncomfortable. If you want to check the information, you can honestly check the information. Is it interesting to ask questions? Leaders, really have no vision.

　　" Archives are the means of recording history. Since our factory has done large airplanes, we can't deny it. Besides, if the big airplanes become a popular model, we can still take out things and rub them.

　　" Although he was unhappy in his heart, Zhuang Jianye said it very politely. It is better to offend others and suffer the unreasonable disaster, just say a few more words, and a lot of meat.

The middle-aged man didn’t know the little Jiujiu in Zhuang Jianye’s heart. He was humorous and made sense. He laughed so hard that he couldn’t even see his eyes. "It seems that you are very optimistic about big planes. Oh, yes, the files here are all you are alone. Is it organized?

　　" "There is also a director, but he was seconded to the logistics office of Building 9. "Oh, that's you alone."

The middle-aged man nodded, put the big airplane file back in his hand, and then looked at Zhuang Jianye, who was talking to him while still writing and painting. He couldn't help being a little curious. He could deliberately collect the scattered big airplane files and declare. The young man who kept the history made him feel less uncomfortable when he entered the door. At the same time, he wanted to see how this young man did it in detail. Perhaps he could know something about the shot peening process.

With such thoughts in mind, the middle-aged man walked to the back of Zhuang Jianye, squinted condescendingly and glanced at the ghost symbols on the paper. Without recognizing what it was, he looked intently again. A pair of squinted eyes split instantly. There were big cracks, and he said in surprise: "You are... the precision casting process of the turbine director?"