Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

"Wake up, wake up!"

It felt like I had just closed my eyes when I heard a sound outside.

Chen Mo yawned and looked at Secretary Liu in front of him.

Good morning!

As he spoke, Chen Mo rubbed his eyes.

"It's getting late, go wash your face first, I need to talk to you!" Secretary Liu said helplessly.

Secretary Liu has been quite busy these past few days.

When the West German team couldn't handle it, he urgently contacted other teams, but as soon as they heard the equipment model, these teams all said they were powerless to help.

The equipment is from thirty years ago, which is equivalent to the span of a generation, during which time technology has been updated rapidly.

Moreover, with a current shortage of foreign exchange, the prices available here are indeed not high.

However, just last night...

Secretary Liu had a sudden inspiration and asked a very resourceful friend to make a phone call to the Soviet Union.

They indicated that sending someone was definitely not possible, but they could provide remote guidance!

This is great news, fantastic news!

Moreover, this good news is currently known only to him, leaving him with a lot of room to maneuver.

If Engineer Yang is unreliable, then Chen Mo is the most suitable person.

Even if this matter fails, as long as we achieve some results, it will help the factory manager curb the arrogance of the technical department.

He actually argued with the factory manager, showing absolutely no respect for him or the factory manager.

So early in the morning, he came to the workshop and woke up the sleeping Chen Mo.

The well water in the first month of the lunar calendar was bone-chillingly cold. As soon as Chen Mo cupped his hands on his face, he shuddered.

After quickly washing his face and wiping his hands on his work clothes, Chen Mo walked into the workshop.

Secretary Liu could hardly contain his delight: "Chen Mo, how's the gantry milling going? I have something to tell you."

"It's almost done. I'll have Master Zhang calibrate the guide rails later, and it should be ready to use tonight," Chen Mo said, shaking his sore neck.

"What did you say?" Secretary Liu suddenly raised his voice.

I said...

"Don't even mention it, you actually fixed it?" Secretary Liu's eyes were full of shock.

"Not yet, we still need to calibrate the tracks and then put it back together. It should be ready by tonight."

"By the way, Secretary Liu, what did you want to see me about?"

"It's probably all right now!" Secretary Liu looked at the parts scattered on the ground, his expression complex.

It's supposed to be good news, but it doesn't sound very pleasant.

It feels like I've been busy doing nothing for the past two days.

Secretary Liu adjusted his glasses: "Can we expedite the process a bit? We need to get it done before the end of the workday. The factory manager is very concerned about this!"

"Okay, I'll go find Master Zhang as soon as I get to work and have him repair and calibrate the tracks!" Chen Mo yawned.

"Don't go, I'll arrange it right now," Secretary Liu said decisively.

"Then I'll trouble Secretary Liu!"

Secretary Liu walked very quickly, reaching the door in just a few steps.

At the doorway, he suddenly turned around: "Chen Mo, you're amazing!"

Chen Mo smiled.

With Secretary Liu's coordination, Master Zhang and another level-eight fitter arrived at the site as soon as work started.

The two experienced workers had graying hair and their work clothes were faded from washing. As soon as they arrived, Chen Mo led them to the tracks.

On the way here, Secretary Liu had already explained the guide rail repair, so the two experienced craftsmen skillfully took out a flat ruler and a grinding ruler.

Repairing a track of this length is an extremely delicate task. After initial repositioning, a layer of red lead powder must be applied to the guide rail as a developing agent.

Then the craftsman manually grinds away the high points, gradually restoring it horizontally and vertically in all directions.

If any cut or grinding is too heavy, the entire process may have to be started over.

The worst thing about this kind of work is being disturbed, so Chen Mo tactfully stepped aside.

Team Leader Song and his colleagues were no exception; today they were learning about Lei Feng's spirit outside the workshop.

4 PM!

The experienced worker had already left, and with the help of the entire workshop, Chen Mo firmly tightened the last screw in its corresponding position.

He wiped the butter off his hands and walked to the electrical box.

The sign prohibiting switching on the power distribution line was still upright. Chen Mo reached out, took it down, and put it back in its original position.

Then, he gripped the guillotine tightly.

He had dealt with this kind of scene and this kind of thing countless times in his previous life, but this time, his heart still raced.

After a slight hesitation, Chen Mo slammed the switch shut and then pressed the button.

"Buzz!"

The massive gantry milling machine was instantly awakened, and its swing arm silently began to swing along the guide rail.

This was the equipment self-test, and Chen Mo was sweating bullets.

Not only Chen Mo, but also Secretary Liu, the factory director, and Foreman Song were keeping a close eye on the crane!

"Snapped!"

With a soft click, the arm stopped at the starting position.

"good!"

Foreman Song couldn't help but speak up. He often dealt with equipment. He didn't know how to repair the equipment, but he knew its status very well.

"Clap clap clap!" The factory manager led the way, and the rest of the people clapped together.

Several of Chen Mo's coworkers gave him a thumbs up.

Chen Mo smiled, clasped his hands together, and finally felt a weight lifted from his heart.

"Engineer Chen, you fixed this equipment in just three days, that's amazing!" Secretary Liu said.

The factory manager spoke up: "Engineer Chen?"

"I remember he's supposed to be a technician now? How come it's Engineer Chen?"

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent. Several people looked at the factory manager, while the rest looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's expression remained unchanged.

Yang, who was hiding behind the crowd, heard the factory manager speak and his previously displeased expression suddenly froze.

Surprise!

This is a pleasant surprise!

Wanting to be Engineer Chen again? That's just wishful thinking.

A smile crept from the corner of his eye to his forehead. Engineer Yang opened his eyes wide and stared intently at Chen Mo.

"Both the foreign engineers and the factory's technical department were stumped; Engineer Chen truly deserves credit." The factory manager nodded slightly. "Well done!"

"But since I'm still young, I'll start as an assistant engineer."

"Secretary Liu, please make the arrangements to go through the fast-track review process."

"good!"

Secretary Liu's voice was completely drowned out by the cheers around him.

"Assistant Engineer!"

Chen Mo was still in shock when Song Ban Tou patted his shoulder hard and repeated it loudly.

"Engineer Chen!"

"You're amazing!"

Chen Mo instantly snapped out of his daze: "Thank you, factory manager. Repairing the equipment wasn't just my achievement..."

The factory manager ignored all of this. He took a few steps back, avoided the crowd, and walked towards the gate.

Secretary Liu, who had originally intended to say a few more words, had no choice but to shut up and jog quickly to catch up with the factory director.

As for Engineer Yang at the back of the crowd, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead rat.

Assistant Engineer!

These words almost contorted his face, unlike the ambiguous title of "temporary technician."

Assistant engineer has already firmly established himself in the ranks of technical staff.

Moreover, Chen Mo came to power by stepping on their technical department.

Every day Chen Mo shines, the technical department loses face.

This matter cannot be left unresolved!

Engineer Yang turned around sharply and walked out of the workshop.

"Treat me to a meal, Chen Mo!"

"Call me Engineer Chen, you little punk!"

You absolutely have to treat us to this.

The workshop was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and familiar coworkers approached, chattering away.

"Stop joking! Hurry up and get ready to leave work," said Foreman Song.

"How can I get Chen Mo to treat us if we don't leave work?"