Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 430 The Legend of Father Still Exists in the Martial World

"Yes, he said he wanted to give a lecture at Peking University. Peking University even sent him an invitation!"

Mr. Chen said with great joy.

“That’s not right, Dad,” Chen Lingling said, somewhat confused.

“My second brother is already a student at Peking University. If the school wants him to give a lecture, they can just ask him. Why do they need to send an invitation letter?”

“Yes!” said the eldest sister, Chen Lihong, also expressing her doubt.

"My dad has given so many reports to the factory, but the factory has never sent him an invitation."

"Dad, could you have misheard me?"

Mr. Chen scratched his head: "No way!"

"I was afraid I wouldn't remember, so I shouted it really loudly so everyone could hear and help me remember. There really was an invitation."

"The second brother even said that his book was awarded a second prize by the ministry."

Sun Zhigang subconsciously replied, "Ministry of Industry?"

"Really? He can win an award from the Ministry of Industry?" Mr. Chen asked instinctively.

Although he had confidence in his own little rascal,

But he still knew his own son's capabilities.

That guy who can't lift a finger or even operate a machine tool—the Ministry of Industry must have been blind to award him that prize.

Chen's mother was also puzzled: "If it's not the Ministry of Industry, what other ministry could it be?"

Junjun frowned slightly: "Ministry of Education?"

Mr. Chen slapped his thigh in frustration: "This little brat, he should slow down and speak clearly! He's driving me crazy, I don't even know what to say when I go out and brag!"

“Exactly!” Chen’s mother echoed.

"You can't explain it over the phone, so why don't you send a few newspapers back?"

The door to this house is bare and doesn't look new or festive at all.

was saying,

Suddenly, Chen's mother sat up on the kang (a heated brick bed), put on her slippers and coat, and went outside.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Chen asked.

"I still have some meat filling left to wrap. I'll go and let the dough rise. I'll steam a new batch tomorrow and send it to Xiao Chen's mother."

Chen Lingling felt sorry for her mother.

"Mom, it's not like the provincial hospital doesn't have steamed buns. You went all that way to deliver them, it must have been so tiring!"

Chen's mother said, "What's so tiring about that? We can get there by bike."

"I prepared the meat filling so well this time, I'll send some to their homes to try."

Saying,

Chen's mother pushed open the door and went into the kitchen to knead dough.

The next morning, Chen's mother told the cafeteria staff and then headed to the provincial hospital with a large bag of steamed buns.

Although Chen Luyang went to Pian'er City, she had less contact with Chen Jinyue.

However, the two mothers grew closer.

Every now and then, the two would meet up on weekends to go shopping and then go dancing at the Workers' Cultural Palace in the evening.

According to Chen Tuo,

If it weren't for the fact that their homes were far apart, these two women would definitely live together.

Chen's mother had just left not long ago.
Wang Qingzhou, Yu Anshan, Director Niu, Chen Dazhi, Jin Daikui, and others came out and waited at the gate.

Today, the group visiting our factory is from the provincial agricultural machinery factory, which is also part of the "Four Modernizations Pioneer Visiting Group".

"Hey Lao Chen, your son can't make any more phone calls today, right?" Jin Daikui joked.

"Then why don't you call one for me?" Chen Dazhi retorted with a grin.

"Hey! You old bastard, you always try to take advantage of me!" Kim Dae-kyu glared at him.

A group of people watched with amusement as Chen Dazhi and Jin Da Kui bickered.

I'm just watching the show.
From afar, a young man rode his bicycle over.

From a distance, the young man waved to Chen Dazhi: "Master Chen!!"

Chen Dazhi craned his neck to take a look!
"Xiao Xiao?? What brings you here?"

The person who came was none other than Xiao Yunyao, one of the three tutors that the provincial university had assigned to Chen Luyang.

Previously, Xiao Yunyao and his two friends would come to Chen Luyang's house every few days to tutor her, and they had become quite familiar with Chen's family.

Xiao Yunyao parked the car next to the side, nodded to Wang Qingzhou and the others, and then said happily:

"Master Chen, I've come here today specifically to give you some good news!"

Chen Dazhi was stunned!
"What good news? You passed the postgraduate entrance exam??"

Xiao Yunyao chuckled: "It wasn't me, it was Lu Yang."

Upon hearing the words "Luyang",

Wang Qingzhou, Yu Anshan, Jin Dawei, and others scanned them like radar.

"Didn't Lu Yang write a book called 'Practical English Communication Handbook' before?"

"In the first half of the year, our school and Peking University jointly recommended this book to the Ministry of Education for evaluation as a 'pilot achievement of cross-school collaborative teaching reform'."

"Lu Yang's book not only won the second prize in the national competition for outstanding teaching achievements in higher education institutions, but was also included in the 'Reference Catalog for College Foreign Language Teaching' issued by the Higher Education Department and recommended for use by universities nationwide. The audio resources were also simultaneously included in the foreign language audio-visual education system..."

As Xiao Yunyao was speaking, Chen Dazhi suddenly stopped him!
"Wait a minute! What are you saying? Say it again!!"

Xiao Yunyao repeated it again.

Chen Dazhi still refused.

"Wait a minute! Let me take notes."

He now has a very important task on his shoulders!

Not only must Wang Qingzhou, Yu Anshan, and Jin Daikui hear it clearly.

I also need to go home and learn for my wife and children.

You need to remember this clearly.

Seeing Chen Dazhi turn around and ask Lao Tian for a pen and paper, everyone rolled their eyes again.

He had a great son, which made Chen Dazhi very proud.

He pretends to be deaf and dumb, and he also has a bad memory.

Xiao Yunyao was also a little embarrassed.

"Master Chen, you don't need to write it down. The school will send a copy of the approval document to the factory later."

Although this matter was recommended by the provincial university,

However, Chen Luyang was, after all, a worker in a machinery factory, and the honors he received had to be copied and sent to his employer so that they would be aware of them.

"Then tell me again, and I'll go home and tell Junjun."

Chen Dazhi held the pencil with his thick, chubby fingers and quickly jotted it down in his notebook.

I'm just writing it down.
The director of the provincial agricultural machinery factory, along with the workshop directors and project leaders who came to visit, all rushed over in a great hurry.

Just arrived at the door,

Before they could even shake hands and greet Wang Qingzhou and the others, they saw Chen Dazhi holding a pen, scribbling something on a piece of paper.

The director of the provincial agricultural machinery factory and his colleagues were both old friends and old rivals of Chen Dazhi.

Seeing him writing something, the director of the provincial agricultural machinery factory asked with a smile:
"Dazhi, what kind of martial arts manual are you writing this time?"

Chen Dazhi said with an honest expression, "I didn't write it, my son did."

"My son wrote a book, and it ended up being used as textbook in schools all over the country. It was approved by the Ministry of Education..."

Kim Dae-kyu rolled his eyes.

It started again.

……

At this time, the provincial university campus
Niu Jiangang, Zhou Ying, Xiao Wu's third grandfather, Bai Xiaofan, and that male classmate whose name is still unknown sat in the cafeteria.

I am filled with emotion.

They are sophomores.

Chen Luyang, a freshman.

"I heard that Peking University has sent an invitation to Chen Luyang to give a lecture at Peking University."

The male student, whose name is still unknown, let out a heavy sigh.

When they learned that Chen Luyang hadn't passed the exam, they didn't say anything on the surface, but they were secretly a little pleased.

Although Chen Luyang got into Peking University, he didn't get in through the entrance exam; he got in through a special admission program.

Niu Jiangang was relatively at peace with himself. However, today... that balance was shattered.

Even though this kid didn't get into university, he can still give lectures at Peking University!

Although they all passed the exam
But let alone Peking University, I can't even get into the classrooms of provincial universities.

"Ugh……!"

Niu Jiangang sighed again.

"When we were in school, I never realized how amazing he was!"

"How come he got promoted so quickly after graduation?!"

Xiao Wu's great-uncle also sighed, "Yes. Back then, he and Song Liaosha couldn't even solve a simple arithmetic problem."

"Let's not talk about him now. I heard that Song Liaosha has gone to the south to discuss the sale of cars."

The male student, whose name is still unknown, looked worried: "With the Song Dynasty's arithmetic, could they even calculate the price?"

"Don't go back and sell the car at a loss."

After finishing her steamed bun, Zhou Ying suddenly remarked, "I wonder if the food at Peking University's cafeteria is any good."

"I heard their steamed buns are incredibly delicious. I wish Chen Luyang could bring back a few."

Everyone:...

Bai Xiaofan silently lowered her head and ate, as if they were talking about someone else, without any reaction.

Stepping out of the cafeteria,

As the group walked towards the teaching building, they bumped into several reporters from the provincial newspaper, who were following a professor from the provincial university into the building.

The book "Practical English Communication Handbook" written by Chen Luyang was published by the Provincial University Press.

Now that the author has won an award and is from the provincial capital, the provincial newspaper will naturally give it a lot of publicity.

"The newspapers are practically piled up on Chen Luyang's kang (heated brick bed) all the time, they're up and running right away."

Niu Jiangang said sourly.

"Alright, go to class." Zhou Ying said, then added:
"He might even give us a lecture when he comes back for winter break."

Everyone sighed softly...

……

Niu Jiangang and the others are right.

After interviewing the teachers at the provincial university, these reporters turned around and rode their bicycles to knock on Chen Luyang's door.

Even though Chen Luyang isn't home, it's still okay to interview her family, right?
It was time to leave work.
Several reporters stood waiting at the entrance of the Chen family's courtyard, and passing workers who were leaving get off work all looked over.

After much difficulty, Mr. and Mrs. Chen returned home hand in hand with their groceries. Upon seeing the reporters at the door, they quickly invited them inside.

Not long after,

Sun Zhigang and Chen Lihong each held Junjun's hand on one side as they walked home from school.

Chen Lingling also rode her bicycle home after school.

The whole family, along with the old hen in the coop, gathered neatly in the courtyard to be interviewed by reporters.

Although it was called an interview, it was really just casual conversation.

"It would be great if the second child were home, there aren't any photos in this interview!"

Chen's mother slapped her thigh in frustration.

How can something appear in the newspaper without a photo?

"Auntie, we have photos!"

The reporter in charge of taking photos smiled and said, "You forgot, I took a family photo for us when I came last time."

"Now that photo comes in handy!"

Then Chen's mother remembered and smiled broadly: "Oh right! There's also that photo, how could I forget about it?"

"Thank you so much, reporter!"

The photographer laughed and said, "No need to thank me!"

"Thank goodness they took photos of our house back then, otherwise today's report would be so bare, it really wouldn't look good without photos!"

After a pause,
The photographer then added:
"Don't worry, Auntie, once the newspaper is printed, I'll get you a couple more large photos!"

Chen Dazhi blushed.

The Chen family's habit of pasting newspapers on iron gates had long been known in various organizations, including the provincial newspaper.

Chen's mother was also a little embarrassed, but she smiled and said:
"Thank you so much."

……

Far away in Pian'er City,
Completely unaware that "there are no fathers in the martial arts world, but the legend of fathers still exists," Chen Luyang was anxiously awaiting information regarding the manuscript's review.

Since receiving Gao Hongming's suggestion, Chen Luyang has begun preparing the lecture manuscript.

Although it was a lecture, time was limited.

Besides, he himself is a student.

It's definitely not convenient to talk about things that are too advanced or systematic.

Instead of trying to match other experts and teachers and making yourself look like an old pedant,
It would be better to tell more interesting examples so that everyone can enjoy listening.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Although the manuscript review took two extra days and some changes were made.

But it's not big!

There's no need to scrap and rewrite, which saves a lot of trouble.

Besides this, what made him happiest was that the first batch of trial parts was finally successfully manufactured!

On Friday night, Chen Luyang jumped off the bus and ran into the repair shop.

"How are the parts? Are they usable?"

Chen Luyang rushed into the factory without even taking a sip of water before heading straight to the maintenance station.

"It works."

Zhang Guoqiang handed over several parts that he had just taken out of the oil paper.

"We already tried assembling it this afternoon."

"The thread goes in easily and fits snugly! The pre-cut groove is also perfectly cut, so there's no strain on the cutting edge."

"The chamfer is just right, and the rubber pad fits perfectly, preventing air leakage."

"A gasket will also work; it'll fit perfectly on 212."

At this point, Zhang Guoqiang paused for a moment: "However, I still have to say that this nozzle is a bit thin. Although it is still within the tolerance range, if it is to be installed on the old Jeep, it will need to be 0.2mm thicker, otherwise it will be easy to leak air during cold starts."

At this moment, Liu Kangwen emerged from under the car, wiped the oil stains off the handle, and continued:

"There is a slight loose edge at the nozzle joint. Although it does not affect its use, it may age quickly under high temperature."

"And this connector, the thread is a bit too short, and the engagement depth is not deep enough. When connecting it to the old oil pipe, you need to wrap it with two more turns of Teflon tape, otherwise it won't be stable."

After saying that, Liu Kangwen shook the iron filings off his trouser leg and added:
"Overall, the assembly went smoothly. After three pieces, the fit was over 85%."

The excitement on Chen Luyang's face gradually faded.

"Can something with an 85% compatibility rate still be called a universal part?"

He went to great lengths to contact his teachers and factories, all in order to create a set of standard, universal parts that could be adapted to various vehicles.

An 85% compatibility rate is far too low a standard.

Liu Kangwen pondered and said, "I measured the floating edge on the nozzle side. It should be because the retraction of the blade was too fast and the blade path was not handled smoothly."

"The cutting diagram may not have clearly specified the retraction sequence. It's normal for a worker to create a rough edge in their haste."

"The threaded part of the connector is easy to modify. We have a new clamping method, and it's not difficult to lengthen it by 1 millimeter."

After listening, Chen Luyang was filled with emotion.

If my own father were here, these parts could be assembled in one go.

How could I possibly have so many minor flaws!
Since we can't rely on workers right now, we can only rely on the blueprints.

"The blueprints need further revision."

"I'll go to the lab building again this afternoon to discuss it with them and ask them to help me make some changes."

"Are you going back to school this afternoon?" Director Lu asked, feeling sorry for him.

"You just got back, can't you go back tomorrow night? Give yourself some breathing room."

The school and the repair shop are not far apart.

It takes four hours to go there and back; it's too much of a hassle.

"The sooner the better, I'll leave now. I'll try to bring back another set of drawings tomorrow."

Chen Luyang stuffed the sample bag into her backpack, zipped it up, and turned around to rush back to school.

(End of this chapter)