Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

"Auntie, do you have any wine at home?" Chen Mo asked after carefully examining the CRT socket.

"No!" Li Ting turned her head, staring intently at Chen Mo's every move, afraid that Chen Mo might not be honest.

"There's no other way then. Let's send it to a state-run repair shop. The CRT socket is broken." Chen Mo stood up.

"Then you can send it over," Li Ting said, arms crossed.

"Okay, fifty yuan." Chen Mo wiped his hands.

"Fifty?"

"Why don't you just rob it?" Li Ting shouted.

"Ten yuan for repairs, twenty yuan for one errand, two errands in total."

"You put it on first, and your grandpa will give it to you when you get back," Li Ting said, rolling her eyes.

"Grandpa!" Chen Mo raised his voice as he opened the door to the room with the stove burning.

"Xiao Mo, you're here!" An old man with a head of white hair appeared.

"Grandpa, the TV is broken, it'll cost fifty to fix..."

"Get out! Get out!" Li Ting suddenly shouted. "Get out of here right now!"

"We'll fix it ourselves; we can't count on a senior technician like you."

"Just a few words, and you get twenty yuan for running errands..."

Chen Mo grabbed his coat from the stool, and the two watches that he had placed on the coat slipped out quietly.

"Thud!"

Just as Chen Mo was about to retort, he hurriedly bent down and picked up the watch.

Fortunately, the watch was not damaged.

Li Ting's gaze also flashed across the watch.

"Grandpa, my grandma asked me to come and fix the TV. I don't know how I offended my aunt."

"You come here to do this work, and you don't even get to eat; you even get water by hand."

"I need to have a good talk with my mom when I get back."

The old man looked embarrassed.

Li Ting put her hands on her hips and said, "Oh, who invited you? Let someone go get you some water."

"You can't even fix a TV, yet you expect to eat and drink? You think you're worthy?"

"Feeding white rice to pigs is more effective than feeding it to you."

With a smile on his face, Chen Mo flexed his wrists and took two steps closer to Li Ting.

"What's wrong? You want to fight?" Li Ting tilted her head, looking disdainful.

"Go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

"Go ahead and hit me? I'll stick my face right here, do you dare hit me...?"

"A child born to a lame father is bound to be dim-witted!"

"Auntie, what did you just say? I didn't hear you!" An unnamed anger surged in Chen Mo's heart, but he forced himself to speak.

"Oh, you've gotten quite temperamental. Come on, hit me!"

"I'm telling you, your lame old man, your sickly old woman who might die any day, and your street thug brother, all contributed to raising such a despicable wretch like you."

"If I were you, I would prepare more space to bury people."

"Snapped!"

Chen Mo slapped Li Ting hard across the face, causing her to stumble and fall several steps.

She paused for a moment, then plopped down on the ground, covering her face.

"Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed!"

"My nephew dared to hit his aunt! Come on, go ahead and beat me to death!"

"Auntie, if you keep making a fuss, it would be best if everyone came over."

"I also want to ask how the family property was divided back then, and why my dad only got half a truckload of bricks."

Chen Mo stared coldly at Li Ting on the ground.

Li Ting abruptly stopped talking, then rolled to her feet: "Damn it, I knew you little brat were here to claim your pension!"

"Get out, get out of here."

"Don't ever set foot in our house again."

"Get out."

Grandpa reached out his hand, unsure whether to stop him or not.

Chen Mo then walked out of the room.

I acted impulsively. Having lived for decades, I thought I would have been able to keep my composure long ago.

But when he saw Li Ting's big face, he really couldn't control himself.

Even now, his hands are still trembling slightly.

That slap will probably spread throughout the village in less than two hours.

My uncle and his family are going to cause another big scene.

However, he did not regret it.

It's just a pity that the beating was too light; I should have given her a good thrashing last time.

Chen Mo clapped his hands.

He felt the youthful energy coursing through his body.

...

The atmosphere in the third production workshop was quite eerie.

Director Li stood at the door with a gloomy face, and all the workers who should have been resting stood obediently in line in front of the door.

Song, the squad leader, hung his head, looking half-dead.

"Where's Chen Mo?" Director Li asked, knowing the answer already, as he scanned the group of people.

"Reporting to the director, he has taken leave," said Foreman Song.

"Who did you ask for leave from?" Director Li stared at Foreman Song.

"You asked me for leave!" Chief Song replied.

"you?"

"Foremen, ordinary workers who are not working more than one day can just ask me for leave," Foreman Song explained in a low voice.

"You make all the decisions; I think you might as well be the director."

"Tell me, why is no one fixing the broken equipment?" Director Li raised his voice.

"Because the people in the technical department don't know how to fix it," Chief Song said in a low voice.

"Really? No way!" Director Li repeatedly suppressed the anger in his eyes.

"Someone must have reported our colleagues in the tech department, saying they discriminated against the working class, and that's how we offended them!"

"We're all comrades at Beiyang Heavy Industry. How can we work if we're all reporting and attacking each other?"

Why would the technical department be willing to repair your equipment?

"Who reported this? Step forward, let me see!" Director Li shouted.

"I think you're wrong!" a voice said.

Director Li squinted: "Who's there? Stand up straight."

Chen Mo, who had just arrived, stepped forward calmly and said, "Director Li, I think what you said is wrong."

"Chen Mo? What did I say wrong!" Director Li couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.

"There is no difference in quality between the technical department repairing equipment and the workers making products; they are just different in their processes."

"It is the workers' duty to make products, and it is also the technical department's duty to repair equipment."

"If production is maintained through personal relationships, then I'd like to ask, doesn't the factory pay the technical department's salaries?"

Director Li gritted his teeth in anger: "Then tell me, is this the right way to do the job?"

Whether a job is right or wrong depends on its results.

"I see..." Chen Mo turned to the side, pretending to shield his eyes from the sunlight, "The equipment is still shut down; the technical department isn't doing its job properly."

"Does Director Li think the technical department's work is very effective?"

Director Li was used to intimidating people with his power, and no one ever dared to contradict him to his face.

Suddenly attacked by Chen Mo one after another, he was momentarily caught off guard.

"You all know who Yang Hui is, so just report him, and I'll find out."

"You'll find out then, just wait and see!"

"And you, you're really something!" Director Li practically wanted to point his finger at Chen Mo's face.

"What's wrong, Director Li? Is Yang Hui your relative?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

"Get to work, everyone. You too, you've been notified for at least a day, so you have to get to work now." Director Li stared at Chen Mo.

"Okay, I ran into Secretary Liu when I came here. He told me to fix the equipment first, and it would be best if I brought the people from the Equipment and Power Department, Production Section 3, along."

"If Director Li has made arrangements, then we will naturally follow his instructions. Secretary Liu, could you please ask Director Li to reply to this?"

"You, you, you...you're something else!" Director Li stammered.

"Thank you, Director Li." Chen Mo nodded and then walked behind Chief Song.

"Wait a minute," Director Li said through gritted teeth. "You guys get back to work."

Upon hearing Director Li speak, the team leaders led their men away.

Only Chen Mo remained standing there.

Director Li opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Director Li, after thinking about it, I think we should fix the equipment as Secretary Liu suggested first, otherwise the workshop will still not be able to get going."

"How about we have Foreman Song and his team help catch up on this slight production delay?"

Director Li's surprise remained on his face, and he nodded subconsciously.

Why did Chen Mo suddenly change his personality?

Based on what I just said, I'm afraid I'll have to beg him before he'll fix the equipment.

What's wrong?

Seeing the confusion in Director Li's eyes, Chen Mo smiled, but deliberately lowered his voice: "Director Li, I heard a saying: 'A beautiful sedan chair needs people to carry it.'"

"Please take good care of my application form."