Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 514 I want a reward! I want a reward! I want a reward!!!

Regardless of whether Chen Luyang is usually mischievous, shameless,
But his feelings for the factory were genuine and pure.

The issues that Chen Luyang discovered and raised are definitely issues that the factory should take seriously.

Wang Qingzhou would never question this.

After discussing the use of cars and small trucks, Wang Qingzhou suddenly changed the subject:
There's something I need to tell you.

Chen Luyang immediately became serious.

Wang Qingzhou's sudden question about his plans meant that something was waiting for him.

really,

Wang Qingzhou began, "This year, the foreign trade system will organize a preview exhibition for the export of machinery products, which is very important. Whether our cars can break into the foreign trade market and secure foreign trade orders depends on the outcome of this preview exhibition."

"You're full of clever ideas. When you get back, give the factory some advice and come up with some solutions."

Chen Luyang suddenly realized.

The last time he secretly slipped back to the provincial capital to see his girlfriend, Song Liaosha and Fu Donghu, whom he met on the train, had talked about this foreign trade preview.

At the time, Chen Luyang only listened briefly and didn't take it too seriously.

Now that Wang Qingzhou had spoken about it so seriously, Chen Luyang immediately took it seriously and said, "Factory Director, don't worry, I will definitely keep this in mind, think it over carefully, and try my best to come up with some practical ideas for the factory!"

A relieved smile was just about to appear on Wang Qingzhou's face.

Unexpectedly, Chen Luyang changed the subject: "But factory director, look at me... I haven't made any great contributions in the past six months, but I have worked hard. If I can get a commendation and award at the end of the year, could you perhaps consider me as well..."

Wang Qingzhou: ...

That night,
Wang Qingzhou, amidst the rumbling and whistling of the train, lay on the bed, wide-eyed, until the wee hours of the morning.

Finally, my eyelids started to droop, and I was drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly, Chen Luyang's words, which seemed to be a death knell, echoed in his mind again:
"Factory manager, could you consider me for the award for meritorious service...?"

"Factory manager, we've left our families behind, we should at least be given some recognition."

"Factory manager...we want honor!We want honor!We want honor!"

"I want a reward! I want a reward! I want a reward!!!"

"I want……!!!"

Wang Qingzhou opened her eyes with a "snap," her heart pounding.

for a long time……

Wang Qingzhou then realized that the harbinger of death wasn't beside him; he was fast asleep in the room next door.

He rolled over.

Wang Qingzhou, still shaken, let out a long breath.

Over the years, through wind and rain, countless people have banged on tables and swung chairs at him, but he never even blinked.

He never imagined that one day he would be woken up by Chen Luyang's constant nagging.

...How could Chen Dazhi, a perfectly good man, have such a son!

Since everyone is going home the day after tomorrow, the remaining second day is spent immersed in the joy of the upcoming New Year.

Although we're not celebrating the Lunar New Year here, the festive atmosphere is still there.

After breakfast, everyone mixed paste and festively and lively plastered it all over the inside and outside of the factory.

The main gate is adorned with bright red Spring Festival couplets, and paper-cut window decorations hang on the walls on both sides. In the center, a "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) character is pasted upside down, clearly meant to attract good luck.

After finishing that, everyone carefully inspected the factory again:
Make sure the door is locked, the power is off, and the stove is turned off.

On the morning of the third day, the group, carrying their luggage and holding their train tickets, headed towards the West Railway Station in a grand procession.

To ensure everyone has a comfortable meal on the road,

Sun Hongjun was so busy the night before that he steamed two large steamer baskets of buns and mantou.
They also prepared dried tofu rolls with cucumber, peanuts, sliced ​​sausage, and braised chicken legs.

They made sure everyone had a bag of delicious-smelling dry rations.

As the Lunar New Year approaches, the West Railway Station is packed with people, all carrying large pieces of luggage and packages.

The smell of gasoline mixed with coal smoke, plus the white smoke from the crowd's breath and the muddy water from the melting snow underfoot, created a bustling atmosphere with a warmth that could only be smelled during the Chinese New Year.

Uniformed train police and railway police weaved through the crowd, shouting, "Move in! Move in! Don't block the entrance!"

He kept a close eye on the petty thieves who were taking advantage of the chaos to pickpocket.

But no matter how much luggage there was in the train station, it didn't attract Director Niu's attention!

As Director Niu carried half a pig through the crowd, countless unfamiliar eyes were fixed on him!

Wow... Absolutely amazing!
Awesome!
This large piece of pork is enough for the New Year.

The fifteenth day of the lunar month is enough!

Upon arriving at the platform, Chen Luyang, Sun Hongjun, Li He, and Jiao Long, along with several other young people, immediately got to work, helping everyone board the train.

Although the department helped us get the tickets, they weren't a proper group ticket after all.

Aside from Wang Qingzhou, Dong Jiangchao, and Director Niu, who had bought theirs well in advance and were sitting side by side,

Everyone's seats are not next to each other, so we can only try to move around and sit in different places on the bus.

After helping Director Lu and Uncle Zhang get into the car and settle in,

Chen Luyang managed to squeeze onto the train carriage, and it took her a lot of effort to find a seat.

The luggage rack was crammed with snakeskin bags, rolled-up quilts, and cardboard boxes. A frozen, hard salted fish tail dangled out from the gap, swaying back and forth, almost brushing against someone's head.

Chen Luyang had to move around to make room for her luggage.

The aisle was packed with people, calling out to their children, handing out water bottles, pushing baskets and looking for seats, their loud voices rising and falling, like a living, breathing New Year's market.

As the train started moving, the scenery outside the window rushed past.

Suppressing his excitement at returning home, Chen Luyang took out his original economics textbook from his bag, spread the manuscript on his lap, and began to translate it with great effort.

These past two days, Wang Qingzhou has been at the repair shop, devoting himself entirely to serving and accompanying the shop leaders. He has neither the time nor the inclination to work.

Now that she finally has some free time, Chen Luyang has to seize the opportunity to catch up on the translation work.

Every single word written here is a small amount of money!

Write one more word, and you'll earn one more penny!

Just as Chen Luyang was writing with her head down, the train police officer, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, squeezed into the carriage.

While patrolling, he loudly reminded everyone:
"Please be careful, everyone. Keep an eye on your wallets and pockets. If you need anything or encounter any difficulties, please contact the train police."

was saying,

The train police officer spotted Chen Luyang, who was writing with her head down.

"Hey! Young comrade, we meet again!"

Chen Luyang looked up and his eyes lit up!
Isn't this the same train police officer who led him to the dining car on the train last time?

"Happy New Year, officer!" Chen Luyang immediately stood up and warmly shook hands with him.

"Happy New Year." The train police officer smiled and shook hands with him, glancing casually at the book in his hand, and chuckled:
"Translating again?"

Chen Luyang smiled and nodded: "Yeah, I happen to have some time now, so I'll write something." The train police officer glanced at him, his eyes full of admiration: "Go ahead and write, I'll go take a walk in the front carriage."

After saying that, he patted Chen Luyang on the shoulder and continued walking towards the front carriage.

After seeing the train police officer off, Chen Luyang sat down again and buried herself in her work.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the snow reflected the setting sun, taking on a faint golden-red hue.

A village flashed by in the distance, wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys, as if bringing an early hint of the New Year.

Soon, the announcement of the station's location was broadcast over the train's loudspeaker.

Many arriving passengers picked up their snakeskin bags and luggage rolls and squeezed towards both ends, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they wouldn't be able to get off the train.

Just as Chen Luyang was about to lift his neck and stretch to relax, the train police officer squeezed through the crowd, walked to his side, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered to him:

"Young comrade, pack your bags and come with me."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luyang, without saying a word, picked up her luggage, books, and manuscript paper, and followed behind the train police officer.

While the train was disembarking, the train police officer led him through the crowd and into the dining car.

"You can write here; there's a table, it'll be more comfortable," the train police officer said with a smile.

"Officer, thank you so much! I don't know how to thank you enough," Chen Luyang said, moved.

Although the food trucks are crowded now, having a seat and a table is already a wonderful thing.

"It's alright, you can sit here for now. Come find me if you need anything." The train police officer waved his hand and turned to continue his patrol.

With a table, Chen Luyang was finally able to take out a sausage and gnaw on it while burying himself in writing.

The train rumbled along, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

The setting sun in the distance burned half the sky, red like fire, and the vast white snowfield shimmered with orange-gold light in the afterglow. The silhouettes of two or three withered trees on the snow were stretched thin and long, like ink brushes stuck into the earth.

After passing Shanhaiguan, the railway tracks bend into the vast plains of Northeast China. The wind and snow whistled past the train windows, bringing a solemn yet expansive atmosphere.

The lights in the carriages came on one by one, and the dining car gradually filled up with people. Some passengers from the sleeper carriages came out to stretch their legs and have a meal there.

Just then, Wang Qingzhou, Dong Jiangchao, and Director Niu pushed open the door and entered the dining car.

When Wang Qingzhou, Dong Jiangchao, and Director Niu arrived at the dining car, they were surprised to find that Chen Luyang was already sitting in a window seat, writing something while gnawing on a chicken leg.

"Isn't that Director Chen?!" Director Niu asked in surprise.

"That's right, how did this kid end up in the dining car?" Dong Jiangchao's brows furrowed in confusion.

The dining car isn't a place where just anyone can sit for free.

After all, the dining car is mainly for serving meals. If everyone squeezes in just to find a table, then passengers won't even be able to get a meal.

Therefore, apart from customers ordering food, few other people usually stay here for long.

Judging from Chen Luyang's demeanor, she had clearly been sitting here peacefully for half a day and was enjoying her meal.

“Let’s go see what he’s writing,” Wang Qingzhou said, walking towards Chen Luyang.

At this moment, Chen Luyang was writing intently with her head down.

Only when his table and the area behind him were surrounded and the light was blocked did he raise his head in bewilderment.

"Factory manager? What brings you here?"

Wang Qingzhou laughed and said, "We're just here to have a meal. What are you writing?"

Chen Luyang showed them the cover of the book and said, "It's a book for our major, on economics. I'll translate it for him, and I can earn some royalties when I come back from the semester."

Upon hearing that it was a book for a professional course at Peking University, Wang Qingzhou, Dong Jiangchao, and Director Niu couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

"Wow, Chen, you really can do anything!" Wang Qingzhou laughed.

"I'm just earning some pocket money," Chen Luyang said modestly, a rare occurrence for her.

Saying,

Chen Luyang quickly tidied up the things on the table: "Factory manager, please have a seat!"

Wang Qingzhou smiled and said, "Will our sitting here interfere with your work?"

Chen Luyang, shameless as ever: "How could that be! I'd love to get close to the boss."

Wang Qingzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook his head: "You!"

Dong Jiangchao had already sat down next to Chen Luyang and said with a smile, "Let's eat and chat. Little Chen, you should write for a little while longer and take a break."

Director Niu picked up a piece of roast chicken and handed it to Chen Luyang: "Writing a book also requires a brain. How can your brain work quickly if you don't eat? Have something to eat first."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Chen Luyang had no choice but to gather the manuscript paper aside, raise his glass with a grin, and say, "Then I'll gladly accept your invitation and have a drink with the factory directors!"

After they had almost finished eating, Wang Qingzhou put down his cup and said, "Xiao Chen, why don't you come with us to look around the sleeper berths? If there are any empty seats, we can buy you a ticket."

Chen Luyang shook her head and refused: "It's okay, I can get more work done here."

As night deepened, the lights in the dining car became dim and the surroundings gradually quieted down.

Chen Luyang wrote until late at night, her eyelids so heavy she could no longer lift them, before finally falling asleep on the table.

Early the next morning.

With a long whistle, the train shuddered and slowed down. The announcer's clear voice came over the loudspeaker: "Passengers, we have arrived at the provincial capital station. Please take your luggage, pay attention to safety, and disembark in an orderly manner."

The carriage immediately became lively as people carrying snakeskin bags, rolled-up quilts, and tin boxes crowded towards the door.

Some people were calling out the child's name while clutching the thermos in their hands, afraid of dropping it.

Chen Luyang rubbed her sore neck, packed her things, and got off the bus with the crowd.

As soon as the car door opened, a familiar, dry, and cold northeasterly air rushed out.

The air was filled with the smells of coal smoke, rust, and frozen cabbage; it was as cold as a knife, pricking my nose painfully, yet sending a shiver down my spine.

Inhaling it into my lungs, I felt as if I were completely awake.

Chen Luyang knew it as soon as he smelled it.

I'm home now!

Time to go home~
In the distance from the platform, tall chimneys billowed gray-white smoke, turning half of the red-brick factory buildings black.

Chen Luyang, carrying her luggage, tiptoed and hopped to look at the crowd with her eyes full of longing.

It wasn't to reunite with Wang Qingzhou and Director Lu, but rather to urgently search for her parents.

He had already told his mother his train ticket number and destination. Given Ms. Feng's love for her son, she would definitely come to pick him up!

Chen Luyang misses her mother.

Unexpectedly, instead of seeing his own family, he became a striking landmark because of his tall stature.

The repair shop comrades scattered throughout the various carriages of the train, along with Wang Qingzhou, Dong Jiangchao, and Director Niu, all gathered around his head, which was tilted up and down, left and right.

"Well done, Xiao Chen, that's a brilliant move!" Dong Jiangchao walked up to him and couldn't help but laugh and scold.

"They can even use their heads as a flagpole to bring us all together."

(End of this chapter)