Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

high!

That's way too high!

This scholar is incredibly cunning.

I don't think I even agreed to it, so how did this pen end up in my hand?

Chen Mo weighed the heavy pen in his hand.

Sun Dengke, pretending not to care, picked up the Beiyang Daily he had been reading earlier.

"Section Chief Sun, isn't the manuscript due tomorrow?"

"Engineer Chen, don't overthink it, it's fine to hand it in today."

"I can't write anything with you here, and I also need to go maintain the equipment!"

"Just pretend I wasn't here. I checked the equipment today; it shouldn't be broken!"

Sun Dengke casually turned a page of the newspaper.

Chen Mo's pen hesitated to land on the manuscript paper, his mind completely blank.

What I write isn't important; what's important is that if I can't write anything today, I'm unlikely to even leave this office.

The more anxious I get, the less I can think of anything.

With no other choice, Chen Mo looked up and said, "Section Chief Sun, why don't you go back and rest first? I'll write a general plan before we leave work, and we can discuss it."

"Then, you brainstorm ideas tonight and write them down tomorrow?"

Sun Dengke folded the newspaper in his hand: "I knew Engineer Chen would be fine. I'll head back now."

"I forgot to tell you, this pen is the royalty payment I applied for for you. The factory is really short of supplies, so please don't mind it."

"Thank you, Section Chief Sun."

"Don't mention it, Mr. Chen, hurry up and finish writing."

After seeing Sun Dengke off, Chen Mo immediately tossed the manuscript paper and pen aside.

I get annoyed just looking at paper and pens.

"Would Engineer Chen like some hot water?" The round-faced engineer surnamed Wang stood up, picked up the thermos next to him, added hot water to his thermos, and then asked.

"No need, I haven't brought the cup yet, thank you Mr. Wang," Chen Mo said.

"Congratulations, Engineer Chen, you still have this penstick."

"Thank you!" Chen Mo said with a smile, "I'm lucky to know a little bit about this. I'll need your guidance on the equipment in the factory later."

"No problem, Engineer Chen, we're colleagues and comrades-in-arms from the same office."

"Learn from each other."

"Yes, Engineer Wang is right! Let's learn from each other!" Chen Mo replied.

"Old Wang, don't disturb Engineer Chen while he's writing. Section Chief Sun is watching over him," another engineer said.

"Right, right, Engineer Chen, you go ahead and do your work. You tend to forget things when we start chatting." Engineer Wang slapped his forehead.

Chen Mo smiled and nodded, then reluctantly grabbed the manuscript paper and pen from the side.

What should I write?

With half an hour left, it was almost time to get off work. Chen Mo glanced at the clock on the wall, then closed his pen.

These things can't be rushed; you need inspiration and material.

No matter how I write it, it's not appropriate.

The best way is to sneak into the workshop before Section Chief Sun arrives, dawdle for half an hour, and then go home after get off work.

As for tomorrow, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

Chen Mo didn't dare to open the office door too forcefully; he walked out through the crack in the door.

"Hey, Engineer Chen, where are you going?" Sun Dengke's voice rang out. He had been sitting on the bench outside the door for some time now.

Chen Mo jumped, his expression one of utter disbelief.

He felt a pang of guilt, but forced himself to speak: "Well, I was just about to come find you."

"Right? I also think that Engineer Chen shouldn't sneak off work. Come on, let me take a look at Engineer Chen's ideas first." Sun Dengke smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Section Chief Sun, ideas don't necessarily have to be written down. It's fine if I think them up."

"Tell me about it."

"Um, um, our factory is very big. Beiyang Heavy Industry is probably the largest factory in Beiyang City, with tens of thousands of workers."

"It's definitely inappropriate for us to promote technology; we need to convey a spirit."

"Well said, Engineer Chen, that makes perfect sense." Sun Dengke gestured for Chen Mo to sit down beside him.

"I'll go home and think about which specific spirit it is," Chen Mo forced a smile.

"Don't be like that." Sun Dengke glanced at his watch. "There's still half an hour before we get off work. It would be better if Engineer Chen stayed here thinking about this."

"Or would you prefer some peace and quiet back in the office?"

"Does Section Chief Sun often urge you to submit your manuscript?" Chen Mo asked.

"No, not really. I do write articles often, so I have a good understanding of the daily behavior of certain groups."

"To be honest, Mr. Chen, to prevent you from having trouble getting home too late after get off work, I found you a bicycle, and it's just sitting there."

"Section Chief Sun has considered everything thoroughly." Chen Mo gave a thumbs up.

Sun Dengke pushed open the office door: "Then please, Engineer Chen."

six o'clock.

It was very dark.

Chen Mo glanced out the window and rubbed his forehead.

Everyone else in the office had left. Under the only lamp, Sun Dengke sat opposite Chen Mo, holding a book.

Chen Mo really wanted to ask Sun Dengke if this was the way to urge someone to submit their manuscript by tomorrow.

But upon seeing the blank letter in front of him, Chen Mo silently swallowed those words.

I haven't written a single word all afternoon, so I'm really embarrassed to say anything more.

After much hesitation, Chen Mo finally put the pen to the letter: Starting as a worker, on the spirit of ants gnawing at bones.

Once the name was decided, Chen Mo wrote it down without hesitation.

Nine o'clock.

Chen Mo handed five sheets of paper to Sun Dengke.

Sun Dengke yawned, took the manuscript paper, and adjusted his glasses.

"...Workers, veteran workers, and level eight fitters all start from the same point; they all use the same equipment and learn the same techniques."

Some people become role models and senior workers step by step, while others stagnate in the same place for ten or twenty years.

In fact, whether you're a senior worker or a cadre, it all comes down to the same outcome.

But this outcome was one we chose ourselves.

Don't you agree?

Why are my results unsatisfactory when I study technology just as hard as everyone else?

The answer is simple: fundamentally, you're wrong...

Sun Dengke frowned deeply and read it aloud in a low voice. Chen Mo didn't dare to breathe.

This writing style is not from this era; it incorporates some later GG content.

It's already past nine o'clock. If this Sun the Skinflint doesn't give in, I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner or sleep tonight.

"Engineer Chen, your writing is brilliant and insightful, truly excellent." After reading it once, Sun Dengke put down the manuscript.

"It's just that your handwriting is a bit lacking."

"Um, Section Chief Sun, can I go home now?"

"Oh dear, it's so late, we're keeping Engineer Chen from getting off work."

"Have a safe trip. We might need to discuss some details and layout tomorrow." Sun Dengke stood up.

"Okay!" Chen Mo didn't hesitate at all and turned off the office light neatly.

...

Stepping onto the long-unused 28-inch bicycle, Chen Mo had a special feeling, as if he could roam freely across the world.

Today was truly a rollercoaster of emotions. I had never dealt with the publicity department before, and I didn't know there was such a capable person in the factory.

I was inexplicably entangled with this person, and I couldn't shake them off no matter what I did.

It's like a dog skin plaster.

But this scoundrel is also exceptionally clever, able to accurately predict his own predictions.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Luckily, I was quick, otherwise I don't know when I would have been able to get away today.

Chen Mo hummed a song, but his pedaling was slow. There were no streetlights along the road leading to Jianshe Village.

It was pitch black and difficult to walk. There were also large, unseen dogs on the roadside that might suddenly bite you.

Chen Mo turned his head away, wondering why the village was unusually lively today. Even at this hour, the barking of dogs was still continuous.

Chen Mo was on high alert, and the song he hummed was broken and intermittent.

Suddenly, he saw a dark figure by the roadside. He instinctively slowed down, preparing to avoid it.

The dark figure took a few steps forward, almost blocking the way.

"Excuse me, comrade," Chen Mo said.

"The second brother of the Chen family?"

A sound came from the darkness, and then Chen Mo felt the back seat sink.

"Let's go, Second Brother Chen, let's go quickly."