Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

Clutching his buttocks and carrying his medicine, Chen Mo limped out of the infirmary.

Even before taking the medicine, Chen Mo felt that he was mostly recovered, and he was determined not to get a second injection.

Chen Mo thought he was mentally prepared, but after the injection, he realized he had underestimated the doctor in the infirmary.

What a dark move!

However, since it was out of respect for Secretary Liu, although the doctor didn't hold back on the injection in my buttocks, he was more lenient in other areas.

Chen Mo squeezed the Liver-Protecting Pill in his pocket. It was one of the best liver-protecting drugs of this era, and the key was that it was sold very cheaply at the clinic.

For example, that injection in the buttocks only costs five cents.

These two bottles of Liver-Soothing only cost 50 cents.

In a large hospital, five yuan might not even be enough.

Back in the workshop, Secretary Liu was still there, as were Engineer Yang and the others. Although they had said they would invite Soviet experts, it was not so easy to invite Soviet experts these days.

In the years since the border conflict had just subsided, the Soviet Union rarely provided such technical support, and even if they were willing to provide it, the scrutiny here was very strict.

That's almost impossible!

Chen Mo approached the equipment. Secretary Liu had a smile on her face and her eyes were full of peace, showing no sign of anxiety.

He looked at Chen Mo: "You're back? Feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you, Secretary Liu!"

"The logistics department just delivered the Lantern Festival gifts; that bag is it!" Secretary Liu pointed to the door.

The bag was the same red and white striped design, but this one was significantly larger than the previous one, a bulging, heavy bag that looked like it was wrapped in two layers of bags.

Chen Mo felt a tickle in his heart; he really wanted to see what was inside, but it wasn't convenient right now.

"Secretary Liu, should I return my original copy...?"

"Chen Mo!" Secretary Liu interrupted Chen Mo, "You are a technician, but also a worker. You need to recognize your role."

"If there's no conflict in status, then there's no conflict in benefits either."

"Take them all back!"

Engineer Yang was very close, and upon hearing Secretary Liu's words, he immediately looked up.

"Secretary Liu, this isn't right. Why is Chen Mo allowed to have two copies?"

He was already very dissatisfied; a high school graduate had suddenly become a technician.

Forget about college or junior college, he didn't even have a vocational high school diploma, so what makes him qualified?

Now it's even more outrageous. They can get two Lantern Festival gifts, which means they get more than him.

Secretary Liu turned her head: "Who said Chen Mo took two copies?"

"I heard it all. One share for the workers, one share for the cadres," Engineer Yang said indignantly.

"No, that's not right!" Secretary Liu's smile vanished. "There are three copies. I gave my own copy to Chen Mo as well. Does Engineer Yang have any objections?"

"I..."

Just as he was about to speak, Engineer Yang abruptly shut up. Secretary Liu's words were clearly a sign of bias towards Chen Mo.

He was jealous, but not stupid.

To speak now would be to offend Secretary Liu to the death.

He wisely kept quiet.

"Thank you, Secretary Liu," Chen Mo said.

"It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Secretary Liu didn't take it seriously and waved his hand dismissively.

"Secretary Liu, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

Secretary Liu's signature smile returned: "Come on, let's talk over here."

Stepping out of the workshop and seeing that no one was around, Chen Mo lowered his voice and asked, "Secretary Liu, can the Soviet experts come?"

Upon hearing the word "Soviet Union," Secretary Liu looked around warily. Only after confirming that no one was around did he relax a little: "It's definitely hopeless. To be honest, we'll have to figure out a way to handle this."

"Yang and his colleagues, or rather the entire technical department, are all about the same in terms of technical skills, but they lack experience in repairing large equipment. It's the right way for us to learn by trial and error."

"Secretary Liu, I have a solution, albeit a desperate one!" Chen Mo said softly.

"Hmm?" Secretary Liu looked at Chen Mo: "Tell me about it."

"If the Russians aren't good enough, how about Europe? Their equipment development is even faster than the Russians'."

"The technicians and engineers we train might have a solution," Chen Mo said.

"Sigh, we can find the Russians but they can't get in, and we can't find them anywhere in Western Europe either," Secretary Liu shook his head.

"Besides, we can't afford the costs coming from Europe."

"I see!" Chen Mo said in a low voice.

"Brother Chen, I appreciate your kind offer, but don't worry about being a temporary technician. I'll figure out a way to remove the 'temporary' label from your job sooner or later."

"Thank you, Brother Liu." Chen Mo nodded.

"Go back to work. Your cold isn't better yet; don't catch a chill. Your health is important!"

"No, Brother Liu, I saw something interesting in the newspaper these past few days," Chen Mo said casually.

"The newspaper said that Beiyang Third Light Industry introduced a West German production line to produce canned goods for foreign exchange, and the accompanying engineering team will be stationed here for three months to debug it."

Secretary Liu's expression froze for a moment, but quickly relaxed.

"I heard you. Go back to work!"

"Okay, Brother Liu!"

Chen Mo turned and went back to the workshop.

Chen Mo knew that Secretary Liu was trying to win him over, but he couldn't dislike the person.

There's nothing to hide in the newspapers, and everything there is absolutely true.

Everything is just right.

Whether you hire Russian engineers from Moscow or West German engineers from North America, even a fool would know which to choose.

When Engineer Yang saw that only Chen Mo entered the workshop, he immediately put down his work, leaned against the machine, and looked at Chen Mo with a resentful expression: "Oh, isn't this Engineer Chen?"

"Engineer Chen!"

"Engineer Yang, you said Secretary Liu gave me a gift, and I received two gifts myself."

"There's so much meat, what are we going to do with it?"

Chen Mo leaned closer to the plastic bag, looking at it while deliberately raising his voice.

"Forgot, we're different. We're workers, we can't be compared to cadres."

Chen Mo made a sarcastic remark and then rejoined the ranks of those learning from Lei Feng.

Hearing him speak like that, his coworkers around him straightened their chests one by one, as if they too had received so many gifts.

So what if they're cadres?

Some of our workers are earning more than you!

It's simple and authentic.

Yang was so angry he almost twisted his nose. He turned his head away sharply, refusing to look at Chen Mo.

A moment later, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the crowd: "Hahaha, Engineer Chen, you're amazing!"

"Engineer Chen, you're amazing!"

The coworkers around him were initially discussing it quietly, but as their voices grew louder, more and more workers unconsciously burst out laughing, and countless hands patted Chen Mo on the shoulder.

"Temporary, temporary," Chen Mo explained.

"That's Engineer Chen too!"

"Exactly!"

"Hahaha!" Chen Mo was also infected by the laughter.

...

"Knock knock knock!"

The door of the Chen family's house in Jianshe Village was being repeatedly banged on. By 5:30, it was already completely dark.

The sudden noise made the people inside afraid to open the door.

After a moment of hesitation, someone finally spoke up: "Who is it?"

"Me! Your brother, Chen Mo!"

"elder brother?"

As soon as Chen Fen opened the door, Chen Mo, carrying a plastic bag, squeezed into the house with difficulty.

"Brother, what is this?" Chen Fen asked, blinking her bright eyes.

Hearing the noise, Chen's father sat up, and Li Guihua also struggled to sit up and looked at Chen Mo.

"Let me calculate!" Chen Mo said with a bright smile.

"Two catties, four catties, six catties, twelve catties of pork!"

"What did you say?" Chen Fen and Li Guihua asked at the same time, and Chen's father also turned his head.

"Two pounds, four pounds, six pounds of spare ribs!"

"Mom, we're having meat today!"