Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

It was past midnight.

There were still a few streetlights on the main street, but Jianshe Village was already pitch black.

Chen Mo walked very slowly. He hadn't eaten dinner, and after running around all night, he felt very heavy and wanted to just lie down and sleep.

As Chen Mo turned the corner, he suddenly saw that the light in front of his house was on.

He felt a warmth in his heart.

Li Guihua, being such a thrifty person, would never forget to turn off the lights.

This lamp was left for him.

"Knock knock knock!"

Chen Mo pushed his bicycle to the door and knocked.

"Who is it?" Li Guihua's voice came from inside.

"Second son."

The bolt loosened, and Li Guihua opened the door, rubbing her eyes. "Where did you borrow a bicycle from?"

"Mom, why are you staying up late again?" Chen Mo asked, glancing at Li Guihua's clothes.

"Hey, you little brat, lecturing me now? I would have been asleep long ago if I wasn't waiting for you."

"Mom, you just go to sleep. I'll knock on the door to wake you up, then you can get up."

"What nonsense are you talking about? What if we can't wake him up?"

"I..." Chen Mo didn't know what to say for a moment, so he pushed his bicycle into the house.

There's food on the stove. Eat it and go to sleep.

"They're such a worry every single day!"

"good!"

Perhaps because he was too tired, Chen Mo tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep well.

Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, a scene of Sun Dapao covered in blood flashed before my eyes. Sometimes Sun Dapao's face would blur and become exactly like Chen Gang's.

His words remained unchanged: "Thank you for saving me."

early morning.

With dark circles under his eyes, Chen Mo hid his blood-stained coat at the bottom of his clothes and then went down to the next compartment.

Some things can't wait any longer; they must be done tonight.

Li Guihua had already gotten up and prepared breakfast.

Today is Saturday, and Chen Fen got up a little earlier than usual. After all, she has a holiday tomorrow, and the little girl was very happy to be up early in the morning.

Upon seeing Chen Mo, Chen Fen blinked: "Second Brother, did you go thieving last night? Did you steal someone's chicken?"

"That's right, I'll make you some chicken soup later," Chen Mo replied.

"No wonder, Second Brother, you don't mind if I tell the truth, do you?"

"If you mind, you'd better shut up and eat. Is your older brother still not up?"

"My older brother won't get up before 10 a.m.

"Second brother, you look terrible."

"Mom, my third son said I look pale. I need to make sauerkraut and pork dumplings tonight so I can nourish myself!"

Li Guihua looked up: "Third brother, do you want some?"

"Eat, Mom, could you make another braised pork?"

"Okay, let's make it. If we don't eat this meat, it'll spoil when the weather gets warmer," Li Guihua said with a smile.

Chen Mo and Chen Fen both had smiles on their faces. The rising sun shone in front of the house, as if paving a golden road at the doorway.

...

Beiyang Heavy Industry.

Chen Mo arrived ten minutes earlier than usual today, riding his bicycle.

He didn't rush to the office, but went to the workshop first.

Team Leader Song had just arrived. He yawned as he organized the roll call list and work arrangements.

Upon seeing Chen Mo, he unusually raised his eyelids and said, "Good morning, Engineer Chen!"

"Squad Leader Song, how have you been these past few days?"

"Don't be ridiculous, didn't you move yesterday? We haven't seen each other for even a day."

"Didn't Director Li hint at you being a deputy director?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Chief Song turned his head instantly. "How did you know?"

Chen Mo's heart sank. There were two people directly involved in the delay of the aid project in Africa.

The first one is Song, the head of the production team. This team discovered the equipment damage, which also caused the team's production capacity to fall far behind.

The second is myself; I am the one who repairs the gantry milling machine and maintains production capacity.

Now that both Director Li and Foreman Song have received this "goodwill," it's definitely not goodwill, but rather poison disguised as honey.

"How would I know? How would I know! I not only know these things, I know other things too," Chen Mo said.

"What else?" Song, the squad leader, darted around in his eyes, his gaze sweeping around warily.

"I think Director Li should have also taken the original fault report form, as well as the records in the work log about the days when the gantry milling machine was damaged."

"Wow, Engineer Chen, you've only been in the office for a day and you've already learned fortune telling!" Foreman Song patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, his face full of joy.

"No joke, Chief Song, if you're ever transferred to guard the gate or to tend the boiler, remember to let me know."

"What did you say?" Chief Song stared at Chen Mo.

"I'm telling you, you're almost done being a team leader, and you're definitely not going to be a deputy team leader. If you're transferred in the future, you'll most likely end up as a gatekeeper or a boiler operator."

"Transferred? Why would someone from the production department be transferred there if they haven't done anything wrong?" Foreman Song looked puzzled.

You made a mistake!

"What's wrong?"

"Poor production has led to delays in key aid projects in Africa. Furthermore, the inability to promptly report issues to the technical department has resulted in severe equipment damage."

"Chen Mo, you can't just say that. You were watching too, how could I have delayed anything?"

"If it wasn't you who caused the delay, was it Director Li? Or was it that Engineer Yang and his team couldn't come to repair it?"

"Chen Mo, you know this, right? This is because the leaders don't care..." As a worker entered the workshop, Foreman Song lowered his voice:

"And the factory manager and others know that Engineer Yang doesn't know how to fix it."

"It's no use believing you. Can you produce the fault report and equipment log?" Chen Mo turned his head away.

"I..." Song Bantou was speechless for a moment.

"Also, didn't Director Li explicitly tell you, instead shifting the blame to me?"

Foreman Song blushed and said, "How could that be? Given our relationship, even though Director Li said that, I would never kick someone when they're down."

"Chen Mo, you're quick-witted and have a sharp mind. What do you think I should do?"

"Come find me after the meeting." Chen Mo glanced at the people in the workshop: "There are too many people; it won't look good if you see me."

"Okay, okay!" Chief Song nodded hurriedly.

Chen Mo smiled, turned around and walked out of the workshop.

Director Li's plan is clear: to shift the main responsibility to the technical department, while the production teams will bear a smaller portion of the responsibility.

The production team was already trying to shirk responsibility, and as soon as there was any sign of it, they would cooperate with Director Li to shift the blame.

At that point, there will be pressure from the technical department leaders above and complaints from the production team below.

The links are all interconnected, and you can find yourself in the eye of the storm without even realizing it.

Even with the support of a benefactor, he couldn't possibly risk public outrage to help himself.

Back then, if you were lucky, you could work as a boiler operator; if you were unlucky, you might be suspended from your job and sent home to reflect on your actions for a year or two.

Chen Mo's expression remained calm as he gently shook his head.

It's impossible to stay completely uninvolved now; these people are all led by Director Li, including Yang Hui, the workshop staff, and the foremen.

The only hope is with Commander Song.

Song Bantou is absolutely unreliable, both to himself and to Director Li.

Therefore, the probability of Director Li abandoning him is much greater than the probability of him being reused.

Therefore, this person can be persuaded; as long as there is some leeway in the grassroots workshops, there is room for maneuver in this matter.

We must keep Song Bantou in check.

Chen Mo scratched his head. He didn't have many bargaining chips at the moment. He would have to think of something to impress Song Ban Tou.

Suddenly, Chen Mo stopped abruptly.

He looked toward the office.

A man was sitting on a bench outside the office, wearing black-rimmed glasses and intently reading a newspaper.

Chen Mosheng was afraid he had mistaken someone for someone else, so he rubbed his eyes.

Take another closer look.

That one glance made Chen Mo want to run away as fast as he could.

Sun Dengke!

Sun Dengke blocked the door early this morning!