Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 472 The External Liaison Department was renamed the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Um?!?!

The students' eyes lit up as they listened to Chen Luyang continue:

“Doesn’t the library have data on various tariffs, military expenditures, and grain purchases from that time? Let’s list these data along with taxes from private industries.”

"After that, draw some abacus beads, old banknotes, and silver dollars in the background, and the basic outline will be complete!"

Hey! !

You know what, after Chen Luyang said that, it really was true!

"Philosophy Department Discusses Ideals,"

"Engineering School Discusses Technology,"

"Our economics department can also use numbers to explain the fate of our nation!"

With Chen Luyang coming up with a general idea, everyone's thoughts immediately started flowing.

"I'll go and compile the data on tariffs, military spending, and grain purchases!" Zheng Zhe raised his hand and volunteered to take the lead.

“I’ve been reading books on this topic recently, and I happen to have some data on hand.”

"Okay!" Chen Luyang readily agreed.

He's already got a lot of work to do, so if you asked him to be in charge of the entire bulletin board activity, he really couldn't handle it.

"I'm best at drawing abacuses!" Gao Xiaolin shouted.

"When I worked in a state-owned store, the thing I handled most every day was the abacus!"

"Okay! Xiaolin, you'll be in charge of the drawing." Chen Luyang looked at Gao Xiaolin as if she were his savior.

"The content written on the blackboard..."

Chen Luyang subconsciously looked at Jiang Feng.

Not only him, but everyone else in the class turned their attention to Jiang Feng.

This is the director of the Provincial Party Committee Policy Research Office; when it comes to writing skills, there's no one else like him.

"I'll write the content on the blackboard," Jiang Feng readily agreed, without waiting for anyone to speak.

"The data, drawings, blackboard writing content, and themes have all been decided. Who should draw them on chalk?" Chen Luyang asked, making arrangements.

"Let me do it."

Switchman Feng Tiesheng, speaking in a local dialect, raised his rough, sturdy hand.

"Old Feng, are you sure you can do it?" meteorologist Zhao Lixin asked.

"I can't do it, but you can!" Old Feng glanced at Zhao Lixin with annoyance.

"I wrote all the propaganda slogans along our railway line!"

Chen Luyang laughed: "Then let Lao Feng handle the blackboard writing!"

Just as Chen Luyang was about to feel happy that the blackboard painting project was being arranged so smoothly, Wu Dechen asked:
"Xiao Chen, the teacher said you can take the course flexibly, so you don't need to come to class anymore, right?"

The class fell silent immediately after he said that.

Although Chen Luyang's pressure was directed at all freshmen at Peking University.

But he was, after all, an economics student.
Other people's dark clouds are overhead, but theirs are in their chests.

Others only hear the story, but they are with the protagonist every day.

Chen Luyang laughed and said, "How can I not go to class! If I don't go to class, I'll fail the exam and end up having to repeat a grade."

"I've just been really busy at the factory these past few days, so I went back to keep an eye on things."

"After I finish dealing with things at the factory, I still need to go to class and study."

call……

Hearing Chen Luyang's words, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're back!" Film projectionist Han Zhihui breathed a sigh of relief.

"We all thought that we would only see you during exams from now on."

Chen Luyang was moved.

"Everyone cares about me so much, how could I bear to leave you all!"

He hadn't finished speaking yet.

Du Qiming, the first person from the Economics Department to die in the toilet, excitedly exclaimed, "Yes, Committee Member of the Literature Department!!!"

"Everyone is still waiting for you to review your manuscript."

day……!
Chen Luyang flashed a blade across the area.

The hard-won warmth was completely destroyed by Xiao Chuanxi's words.

But the little boy was still excited and overjoyed.

However, this can't be blamed on the little one.
After all, with Chen Luyang, the textbook problem was almost completely solved.

No longer limited to the teacher's blackboard writing and the notes of senior students, you can now have the freedom to read the original works!
Everyone was overjoyed to hear that Chen Luyang was going back to school.

Upon hearing that Chen Luyang wanted to borrow the notes,
Immediately, about ten people voluntarily contributed their class notes.
Chen Luyang happily accepted the books and immediately began writing...

……

After dinner,

Chen Luyang declined Sun Legen's invitation to play ping-pong and went to the student council with her schoolbag on her back.

The whole school is currently promoting the "December 9th" commemoration activities, and as a member of the External Relations Department, I also need to go back and help out.

The student affairs building was bustling with people, and students were hurrying along the corridors.
Every office on the second floor had its door open, and student council members inside were busy with activities.

The External Relations Department's office is no exception.

Chen Luyang, carrying her schoolbag, had just turned into the open door of the External Relations Department office when she suddenly turned around.
He took a big step back several tens of centimeters.

Look up!
"That's right!"

Chen Luyang looked at the three characters "External Relations Department" hanging above the office and a look of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"I didn't go to the wrong place, did I?!"

Chen Luyang walked into the house again, still suspicious.

The once sparsely populated and spacious external relations office was now empty.

Five or six foreign students were gathered around Ma Tieli's old mimeograph machine, working together to print one sheet after another.

Ok? !

Chen Luyang's brows furrowed slightly.
The External Relations Department has been changed to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?

As Chen Luyang, a very tall and imposing figure, stood at the office door, the foreign students inside all turned to look at him.

"Hello!"

A voice with a very heavy East German accent was the first to speak.

Are you looking for someone?

Chen Luyang looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a tall, well-built young man with regular features looking at him, his hair neatly combed with hair oil.

"I'm not looking for anyone, I'm just here," Chen Luyang answered instinctively, then frowned slightly.

What are you doing in the External Relations Department?

Perhaps Chen Luyang spoke a little too fast, because the few foreign students with blond hair and blue eyes were having some difficulty understanding.

Instead, a boy with an Asian face next to him took over the conversation, speaking in a firm voice:
"Hello students! We are printing patriotic propaganda materials! We are friends of Shenyang Aircraft Corporation!"

Oops...

That tone is just like being in a meeting!
Upon hearing the words "Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's friend,"

Chen Luyang raised her eyebrows slightly, having a general idea of ​​what was going on.

No need to ask.

There was definitely too much work to do, and the external relations department only had three and a half people who couldn't handle it all, so Shen Fei simply used the guise of the event to trick all his "international front" friends into coming over to help out.

"My name is Chen Luyang, and I'm also a member of the External Relations Department." Chen Luyang warmly extended her hand to the boy with an Asian face.

"My name is Park Sung-ho, and I'm from North Korea." Park Sung-ho extended his hand and shook hands with Chen Luyang in a formal manner.

"My name is Hans, and I come from East Germany."

"My name is Alexander, and I come from Poland."

“My name is Fadi, and I come from Palestine.”

"My name is Pierre, and I'm from France."

"...I, Chen Luyang, come from Northeast China!"

Chen Luyang happily shook hands with everyone, and then cheerfully introduced herself, instantly livening up the originally reserved atmosphere.

After the introduction, Chen Luyang finally understood.

It turns out that Shenyang Aircraft Corporation (SAC) really did invite its international student friends to perform for this commemoration of the "December 9th Movement." These international students, in addition to singing the Internationale together,
Alexander from Poland also participated in the skit, playing a "Polish friend who was separated during the War of Resistance".

Fadi from Palestine participated in a poetry recitation entitled "Defend the Yellow River".

Pierre from France played musical instruments.

In short, almost everyone is burdened with heavy responsibilities, wishing they could be split in two to do the work.

Chen Luyang clicked his tongue in disbelief.

I'm still too soft-hearted!
These foreign friends are almost ready to put on a 'Five Nations Joint Gala'!

And yet Shen Fei, that damned head of the external relations department, still had the nerve to ask them to come and do manual labor?

They have absolutely no sense of international humanitarianism!
Pooh!
What a piece of shit.

"Very good! Labor is the most glorious thing! Let's continue printing!" Chen Luyang said seriously.

Upon hearing this, the international students immediately stood at attention and nodded reflexively in agreement.

"Good good!"

"Let's keep working!"

Print it immediately!

The group spoke and gestured, their hands moving quickly and efficiently.

Chen Luyang found it hilarious.

But then again~
Have Pierre and his men never done manual labor before, or what?

Ma Tieli's old mimeograph machine was so difficult to use, but the guys worked with great enthusiasm!
I know, they're here to demonstrate internationalism and help out.

If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a commemorative event held in their own country.

He shook his head, slowly walked over, picked up a newly printed flyer, shook it, and the smell of still-wet red ink wafted out.

Arrangement and positioning diagram of the torch relay commemorating the December 9th Movement

Yo?!

We should take a look!
As Shenyang Aircraft Corporation (SAC) previously mentioned, the Youth League Committee organized a commemorative "torch parade" for this event.

The starting point is the shore of Weiming Lake, and the ending point is the statue of Li Dazhao.

Finally, all the students took an oath together in front of the statue.

I don't even know where the economics department is located~
Chen Luyang kept her head down, scanning the position map line by line.

I was just about to look for the words "Economics Department" and check if my class was at the beginning or the end.

I still haven't seen the "Economics Department" section.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a name that was all too familiar.

Chen Luyang.

He paused, the paper in his hand froze, and his mind went blank.

Damn it? ? ?

What is going on!
Chen Luyang thought she had misread it, so she took the position chart to her eyes and looked at it carefully again!
Column 7, Row 1: Chen Luyang.

What the hell? ? ?

Chen Luyang was instantly jolted awake.

What happened before?!

Nobody told me that.

He looked around, trying to find someone to ask.

But inside the room, apart from a few foreign students working diligently, clicking away as they printed flyers, there wasn't a single other person in sight.

hiss……

Chen Luyang gasped, just about to turn the corner and go to the student union office next door to inquire about the situation.

Suddenly, with a "click," the mimeograph machine emitted a screeching sound.

“…c'est cassé!” Pierre, a French exchange student, couldn’t help but exclaim in French.

Upon hearing this, Chen Luyang immediately stopped in her tracks.

Is it stuck?

He strode over and casually asked in French:

"Was the paper jammed, or was the roller not turning?"

Pierre scratched his head: "Uh…rouleau, il ne bouge plus… (The scroll wheel has stopped spinning)"

“I understand.” Chen Luyang lifted the cover of the mimeograph machine.

On the far right, one of the guide rails was stuck to the ink roller, causing the paper roll to bend and red ink to splatter onto half of the roller.

Chen Luyang frowned slightly.

The mimeograph machine in the External Relations Department was one that the Youth League Committee had previously discarded, but Shenfei insisted on getting it.

Although it's still usable, it's been around for a long time.

It's either this part breaking down today, or that part getting stuck tomorrow.

These kinds of minor issues are routine procedures.

Chen Luyang picked up a screwdriver and pried open the clip in a few quick movements. He removed the crooked paper, took out a piece of red-dyed cotton cloth, and wiped away the dried ink beads.

"Give me a snap ring pliers!" he said to the person next to him.

"Snap ring pliers?" Fadi was stunned, looking up with a blank expression.

“Tool! Likepliers…that can hold things.” Chen Luyang changed his words.

Fadi finally realized what was happening and quickly rummaged through drawers and cabinets, handing over a pair of tin pliers.

Chen Luyang took it, tightened it in a few quick movements, and finally pressed down on the locking mechanism. With a soft "click," the mimeograph machine finally started running again.

Several international students couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"It's nothing!" Chen Luyang shook his arm and said, "This piece of junk... if you don't mess with it a bit, it won't know who's boss!"

Upon hearing this, several foreign students paused simultaneously.

Only Park Sung-ho's eyes lit up!
"You speak Chinese very well."

what?
Chen Luyang looked at Park Sung-ho in surprise.

Whether it was out of geographical affinity or not, Park Sung-ho praised him sincerely.

"Your pronunciation is very... accurate!"

Chen Luyang almost burst out laughing.

What do you mean by accurate pronunciation? Isn't that just saying I have a heavy accent?
But out of politeness,

"Thank you, your Chinese is quite good too."

“Mine isn’t very good,” Fadi said, his brow furrowed.
“I want to say… your event is very… very, very…” He gestured wildly, “like… like… em… in our country, it’s called—! Moqawama!”

"Resistance?" Upon hearing this word, Chen Luyang immediately realized, "You mean something like your resistance movement?"

Fadi nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes! Chinese people—you resist too! You are a fighting people too!"

"Absolutely." Chen Luyang laughed heartily. "We're not people to be trifled with."

Alexander, who was standing next to him, chimed in, pausing on a word: “I’ve studied the history of this event, this march… it’s very—we call it ‘niezomno’.”

"Willpower?" Chen Luyang thought for a moment. "Do you mean tenacity, or indomitable spirit?"

Alexander looked at him in surprise: "Yes, yes, yes! Exactly! How do you know Polish?"

"I used to know some foreign friends, and I learned it from them," Chen Luyang casually brushed it off.

If it were someone else, he could have steered the conversation towards hotels catering to foreign guests.

The problem is that these international guys all speak very little Chinese, so after I finish talking about the foreign guest hotel, I'll probably have to explain to them what a foreign guest hotel is.

Hans grinned and said, "We have a saying in East Germany, 'Kampfgeist,' which means... fighting spirit!"

Chen Luyang chuckled and replied in fairly standard German, "Kampfgeist ist unser Stolz! (Fighting spirit is our pride!)"

Hans was completely stunned, then slapped his thigh in surprise: "You can speak German?!"

"It'll do alright," Chen Luyang said with a smile.

hiss……!!!
The gazes of the international students towards Chen Luyang instantly intensified!
They were far from home, and although they studied Chinese diligently, it was just too damn difficult.

It's even harder than advanced mathematics!
The Chinese students around them could only have simple, routine conversations with them.

They hadn't heard their familiar hometown dialect in a long time.

Even though they are all foreigners, it can be difficult for foreigners to communicate when they get together.

Now that's great, they have someone to chat with!

(Don't worry, these foreign letters don't count towards the word count, so don't worry about spending extra money~ Muah!)
(End of this chapter)