Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 477 Factory Director Wang Doesn't Recognize Grandpa Lu?
A dozen minutes later, Dong Mangui finally finished his presentation on the workshop's "summary of the first and second halves of the year, two major technical challenges, and three innovative transformations."

"Old Dong, thank you for your hard work while I was away from the workshop!" Chen Luyang said from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh! Director, don't you know me? I always treat the workshop like my home, I work for my own family, how can you call it hard work!"

Dong Mangui's excited yet humble tone, conveying a sense of eagerness to perform but also a forced restraint, amused Chen Luyang.

"When it comes to performance evaluations at the end of the year, I'll talk to Director Wang and Deputy Director Yu and ask them to give you a commendation!"

"Really?! Thank you so much, Director!!!"

There was a loud bang on the other end of the phone, as if the person was so excited they almost kicked over their chair.

Chen Luyang was amused.

"No need to thank me. While I'm out there, the workshop relies entirely on you for maintenance. I only have one request."

Dong Mangui became serious: "Director, what are your requirements?!"

Chen Luyang said from the bottom of her heart: "At the end of the year, we are not at the bottom of the workshop performance. Just let me stand in front of all the workshop directors as punishment."

Dong Mangui became anxious: "...Director, what are you saying! With Deputy Factory Director Yu here, even if we don't make it into the top three, we'll definitely be in the middle or upper ranks!"

"With you leading the way and him overseeing things in this factory, the comrades in the workshop roll up their sleeves and work hard every day, giving it their all!"

Chen Luyang almost burst out laughing.

This Dong Mangui...

I reckon that when I wasn't at the provincial machinery factory, I spent a lot of time causing trouble for Deputy Director Yu.

"Okay, I understand," Chen Luyang replied with a smile.

Dong Mangui was a petty and cunning person to begin with, and upon hearing Chen Luyang's words, he decisively decided to stop while he was ahead!
"Director Chen, please study hard and work hard in Pian'er City!"

"When you come back from your vacation, your brothers will throw you a welcome-back party!"

Chen Luyang exclaimed happily, "Great!"

After hanging up the phone, Dong Mangui rubbed his hands together excitedly.

The call to Director Chen has gone through!

The next step is to work on Deputy Factory Director Yu's mindset!
Thinking of this,
Dong Mangui stood up, straightened his clothes in front of the mirror on the wall, then walked out with his head held high and a small notebook in hand.

Coincidentally.

Just as Dong Mangui raised his hand to knock on the door, a series of crisp telephone rings came from Wang Qingzhou's room.

With a voice saying, "Hello, this is Wang Qingzhou."

Yu Anshan's voice came from inside the house: "Please come in."

……

"Director Wang, this is Xiao Chen~"

Chen Luyang, abandoning his previous calm and composed demeanor, spoke to Wang Qingzhou in a cheeky manner.

Wang Qingzhou chuckled: "Oh! Isn't this our Director Chen? What brings you, such a busy person, to call me?"

Chen Luyang smiled shyly: "I'm here to thank the leader!"

Wang Qingzhou asked in confusion, "Thank me for what?"

Chen Luyang said cheekily, "Factory Director, I really owe you a debt of gratitude!"

"I went to Shishan Steel Plant a few days ago to discuss the issue of standardized parts, and Uncle Lu took special care of me!"

Wang Qingzhou asked in confusion, "Uncle Lu? Which Uncle Lu?"

Chen Luyang frowned slightly: "It's Grandpa Lu Yongqiang!"

"Lu Yongqiang?? The director of Shishan Steel Plant?!" Wang Qingzhou's voice sounded off.

Chen Luyang frowned slightly: "It's him."

"Is he your uncle?" Wang Qingzhou's voice cracked slightly.

Chen Luyang frowned slightly.

Did I accidentally mess it up?
Is Lu Yongqiang not related to Wang Qingzhou?
"He's not my uncle, he just... he made me call him uncle!" Chen Luyang quickly explained.

Wang Qingzhou seemed to choke for a moment: "He told you to call him 'Grandpa'?"

Chen Luyang felt a little guilty, but still forced herself to continue: "Yes, I initially called him Uncle, but he scolded me and told me to call him Grandpa."

"I thought you knew Director Lu... that's why I was wondering if people were being particularly polite to me because of you."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

"So, what's the matter this time you called me about?"

Chen Luyang, get to the point!
"Factory manager, I'm calling to say I have some really great news!"

Then, Chen Luyang excitedly reported on how the repair shop had been designated as a municipal-level project by the Municipal Science and Technology Commission and the Municipal Economic Commission.

After hearing Wang Qingzhou's rather satisfied praise,
Chen Luyang pressed his advantage, saying:
"Factory manager, it's almost the end of the year. Although our small repair shop is far away, we think about home every day."

"Uncle Lu and Uncle Zhang are all so old, but they still work late into the night like young men every day."

“Li He and the other Red Army soldiers also served as logistics personnel and laborers. Without them, the repair shop simply wouldn’t have been able to survive.”

"Factory manager...the year-end awards and performance evaluations are coming up,"

"We work hard every day, we don't ask for anything in return, we just want some recognition. Could you give our repair shop guys a little special treatment at the end of the year?"

Wang Qingzhou laughed and said, "So you've come here to ask for credit?"

"Yes." Chen Luyang rarely showed any firmness towards Wang Qingzhou.

"The reason why there's such a commotion at the repair shop is because of these guys."

"I'm the one who benefits from this; the school recognized me as an outstanding student, so I can't let my brothers get nothing!"

As Chen Luyang spoke, her voice became excited.

Wang Qingzhou was so shocked by the noise from the microphone that his ear jerked several centimeters away from it.

"Just speak, why are you shouting?"

"You're already a director, and you're still so impulsive!"

Chen Luyang's words, which were about to spill out, were immediately cut short. He quickly adjusted his attitude and said awkwardly:

"Factory manager, I was just afraid you wouldn't agree. I've already written the materials to commend the repair shop, and I'll send them back to the factory by registered mail today."

Wang Qingzhou sighed helplessly, "You have such a temper (`^)."

“I’ve taken note of what you’ve said. The brothers have been working hard outside for more than half a year; the factory couldn’t possibly not have seen it, nor should it have not.”

"Don't worry, I'll bring it up at the Party Committee meeting."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luyang nodded hurriedly, "That's wonderful! Thank you on their behalf!"

Seeing that the awards and recognition were settled, Chen Luyang turned into a timid little quail again, and shamelessly spoke up:
"Factory manager, there's something else I'd like to ask you about."

A sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"Is there anything else?"

"We want a car!"

Chen Luyang said in a friendly and reasonable manner, "Factory manager, the repair shop now relies entirely on its own two legs for everything: repairing cars, delivering parts, running errands, and going into the city to buy materials."

“A few days ago I went to the machine shop to pick up steel. If it weren’t for the small trucks that came to the shop for maintenance recently, I really wouldn’t have been able to move the steel.”

Wang Qingzhou seemed very busy and didn't have time to waste with Chen Luyang, so she spoke directly:
"What else do you want? Just say it all at once."

Chen Luyang asked in a low voice, "Could you send my father to me?"

Wang Qingzhou: "Don't even think about it in your entire life."

Chen Luyang asked expectantly, "Then can you send my Uncle Jin to me?"

Wang Qingzhou: "Don't even dream about it."

Chen Luyang persisted: "What about my Uncle Yin, Uncle Tong, Uncle Tie, and Uncle Lü? Give me one of them."

Wang Qingzhou: "Don't even think about it."

Chen Luyang launched a final, fierce attack: "How about I ask Uncle Song for it?"

Wang Qingzhou: "Is there anything else?"

Chen Luyang stopped abruptly.

"That's all, really. Just give me a car if you can."

Wang Qingzhou: "If there's nothing else, you can hang up now."

Chen Luyang obediently replied, "Okay!"

……

call!
After hanging up the phone, Chen Luyang sat down on the stool and gently exhaled a few breaths.

They should be able to agree, right?

After all, these weren't unreasonable requests. They just wanted a small car, and maybe a reward for Director Lu and Uncle Zhang.

Wang Qingzhou could handle all these small things by himself.

There's only one thing...

“I didn’t hear my dad mention that I have an uncle surnamed Lu…”

Chen Luyang blinked, her expression full of confusion.

It wasn't Wang Qingzhou, nor Chen Dazhi...

Who else could be so capable as to know the director of Shishan Steel Plant?

Could it be my mom's premarital friend?
Ouch... No way!

If this really is Xiao Feng's premarital friend...
Xiao Feng certainly couldn't possibly turn down the handsome and dashing Lu Yongqiang and instead choose Old Chen's pig-like face!

This is really strange...

Just as he was thinking, Chen Luyang suddenly froze!
Damn it...

Could it be related to Chen Tuo?
It seems that besides Chen Tuo, there is no one else who can have a close relationship with him and whom he can call "Grandpa".

Then, recalling the way Lu Yongqiang looked when he saw the gloves plastered on his chest...

Chen Luyang clapped his hands heavily in front of his chest.

Did not run away.

This old man Lu is definitely my future father-in-law!

After figuring this out, Chen Luyang was overjoyed.

Hey hey hey.

This future father-in-law is really something!
Why didn't you say so earlier?
If he had known earlier that Lu Yongqiang was his boss, he would have shamelessly asked for two eagles back then!

Li He from the province had been thinking about the little lion on the bridge for a long time.

I let out a heavy sigh!

Chen Luyang's chest was filled with fighting spirit.

It seems that all my previous efforts have finally paid off; winning over my stubborn but soft-hearted future father-in-law is just a matter of time!
He's determined to call me "Dad"!
……

After personally sending out the award application materials by express, Chen Luyang took the bus back to school.

Upon returning to school, Chen Luyang didn't even go into her dormitory; she turned a corner and headed straight for the corridor between the third teaching building and the office building.

This area is not large, but it is one of the most densely populated core areas on campus.

When leaving the third teaching building for class, going to the office building for business, going to the cafeteria for meals, or going to the library to borrow books, you will almost always pass through here.

Meanwhile, the display windows and outdoor exhibition boards on both sides of the corridor were already covered with bulletin boards set up by various departments.

Chen Luyang walked quickly to the display board of the Economics Department and immediately recognized the work of her class.

Ledgers and Iron Helmets: National Crisis and Youth Responsibility from an Economic Perspective

The background is an antique abacus pattern, with an open ledger and several silver dollars in the lower right corner. Under the abacus beads are two photocopied silhouettes of tax stamps from 1935.

The entire bulletin board is divided into three columns from left to right:
The first column describes the changes in the proportion of national fiscal expenditure and military spending on the eve of the War of Resistance against Japan. The accompanying pictures are several reproduced old newspaper clippings, with the words "devaluation of legal tender" and "military tax" circled in red.

The second column is a chart showing the adjustment of grain tax, with a chalk-drawn curve illustrating the difference between the "grain purchase price" and the "grain price in Beiping". A small note in the corner states, "Data source: Former collection of the National Beiping Library".

In the center of the third column is a particularly eye-catching text:

"Faced with a national crisis, some rushed to the front lines, some ran around shouting slogans, and some worked in the dark of night, keeping accounts, raising grain and taxes. No young person could stand aside."

The calligraphy was written by Feng Tiesheng.

The chalk strokes were clean, crisp, and powerful, ending with a beautiful pause.

Students frequently stopped to look at the bulletin board, examining each section and taking notes.

Chen Luyang frowned slightly.

He looked at the classmates around him, some older and some younger.

Everyone here uses every minute of their time almost frantically to absorb a vast amount of knowledge.

They were afraid of wasting time and squandering such precious and hard-won educational resources.

Although his repair shop was gradually getting on the right track

However, I have indeed fallen behind in my studies!

After a brief silence, a resolute glint flashed in Chen Luyang's eyes!
Damn it, I'm not sleeping tonight!
Make up for all the recent lessons.

……

Even though I said that,

But just as Chen Luyang opened her advanced mathematics textbook, Shen Fei called her out.

"Stop looking! Stop looking! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

"What kind of fire?"

"International Hot!"

At this moment, in the rehearsal room,
Alexander, dressed in his old military uniform, stood in the middle of the stage, lost in thought.

The sketch director next to him waved his hand and shouted, "You're moving too slowly here, understand? You need to walk from here to here, do you hear me?"

Alexander looked bewildered: "Wh...what 'slow'?"

Backstage, Fadi, holding up the poetry manuscript, was also anxious: "When do I go on stage? Now? Or later?"

Nobody paid him any attention; everyone was busy positioning themselves and attaching their microphones.

Pierre shouted at the microphone mixing console from the corner: "Is this 'microphone number three' mine? Or 'four'?"

As soon as Chen Luyang entered the door, the Youth League Committee teacher looked at her like she was a savior.

"Chen, you're finally here! Quick, help them translate! They're doing all the movements right, but they just can't understand our instructions. My voice is hoarse from shouting!"

Although these international friends speak a variety of native languages, they can at least understand about 80% of English.

The Youth League Committee had no other choice but to call Chen Luyang over temporarily to translate for everyone in an emergency.

"No problem! Teacher, how should we arrange it? I'll tell them!"

Chen Luyang's warm-heartedness kicked in.

After understanding the arrangements made by the Youth League Committee teacher, Chen Luyang rolled up her sleeves and walked to the front of the stage, first speaking in Polish:

“Alexander, stand here for now. When the lights come on, listen to me count to three, and then walk from here to that side. Remember, walk quickly.”

The moment Alexander heard his mother tongue, his pupils contracted, and he instinctively thought he was home.

Immediately, Alexander nodded frantically at Chen Luyang to prove that he understood.

Chen Luyang then turned to Fadi and said a few words of English with an Arabic accent:

"When the last person is him..."

Chen Luyang pointed to a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses next to him and said, "Wait until he finishes speaking before you come out from behind. Don't come out while he's speaking."

Fadi excitedly stretched out his hand and made an "OK" sign.

After dealing with those two, Chen Luyang jogged to the mixing console in the corner:

"Bro, this isn't your microphone, microphone number four is yours."

“Merci! Chen!” Pierre exclaimed readily.

In less than ten minutes, he brought order to the previously chaotic rehearsal space.

Seeing that the international students had found their positions and understood the commands, not only did the director breathe a sigh of relief, but even the other students in the rehearsal hall stared wide-eyed at Chen Luyang in disbelief.

What did he just say? It didn't sound like English to me.

The student in charge of lighting backstage couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, I didn't understand a word."

The other person whispered suspiciously.

"It doesn't matter if we didn't understand, the important thing is that those international friends understood, that's better than anything else."

The two of them were chirping softly.

Then they heard Chen Luyang yell at Pierre in the corner, speaking in broken French:
“Quatre! Numéro quatre! C'està toi!” (“Number four! Microphone number four! It’s your turn!”)
Wow...!
Everyone in the rehearsal hall stared at Chen Luyang as if she were an alien.

Isn't he an English major?

Isn't this too scary?!

He speaks three languages ​​all by himself?
The Youth League Committee teacher's gaze became intense.

If only they had known that there were great generals in Shu... why did they all have to shout and try to imitate Zhuge Liang's rapping and battle formations?

(End of this chapter)