Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

There was no way to avoid it, so Chen Mo gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward: "Good morning, Section Chief Sun, what brings you here?"

"Good morning, Engineer Chen." Sun Dengke stood up.

"Are you looking for me? Come into my office and we'll talk."

"it is good"

As they spoke, Sun Dengke followed Chen Mo into the office:

"I read yesterday's article again this morning. It was very interesting, but we still need to check the layout and details."

"Which ones specifically?" Chen Mo moved a chair over, gesturing for Sun Dengke to sit down.

"First of all, this article is about ants gnawing on bones, but you made a typo here. You shouldn't have used '地' (dì), you should have used '...'"

"This space shouldn't be a comma, it should be a semicolon!"

"Here, and here... your Chinese language skills are so-so. Even this punctuation is terrible..."

Sun Dengke explained it in great detail, pointing out everything from typos and grammatical errors to even punctuation marks.

Chen Mo felt uneasy; the chair was indeed very hot.

"Knock knock knock!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.

The visitor was clearly familiar with the workshop's technical office; before anyone could speak, the door was opened a crack.

Immediately afterward, Foreman Song's large head squeezed through the crack in the door: "Is Engineer Chen here?"

My savior!

Chen Mo was overjoyed and immediately stood up: "Foreman Song, come here, is the equipment in the workshop broken?"

He desperately tried to wink at Song, the squad leader.

"It's not broken, it's all fine. Engineer Chen's skills are impeccable," Foreman Song praised Chen Mo.

"Is it really not broken?" Chen Mo winked at Song Bantou.

"No!" Foreman Song answered decisively, "Oh, oh, there are just a few parts that aren't processed properly. Could Engineer Chen take a look?"

At the critical moment, Chief Song finally understood Chen Mo's signal.

"Section Chief Sun, the equipment in the workshop is really unfortunate. Should I go and take a look first?" Chen Mo said.

"Okay, there aren't any other major problems. I'll just proofread it after I finish formatting it." Sun Dengke nodded.

"Sun Dengke? Section Chief Sun?" Chief Song suddenly spoke up.

Sun Dengke stood up: "And you are?"

"Song Jun from Production Department Three submitted a manuscript to you last week," said Foreman Song, rubbing his hands together.

"Oh, I remember that. It left a deep impression on me."

"It's just that the factory newspaper has limited space, and there's really no place to print it. I'll definitely give it priority if I have the chance," Sun Dengke replied casually.

Excitement gleamed in Song Bantou's eyes.

He was about to continue speaking when Chen Mo interrupted him: "Section Chief Sun, please."

"Thank you, Engineer Chen." Sun Dengke walked out of the office.

Song Bantou and Chen Mo followed closely behind.

Only after Sun Dengke was out of sight did Foreman Song turn around, a rare occurrence for him: "Sun Dengke remembered me, Chen Mo. Do you think I might be able to publish articles in the factory newspaper someday?"

"I doubt it. Sun Dengke politely declined your offer." Chen Mo bluntly shattered Song Bantou's illusions.

"No, Sun Dengke said it himself, he was very impressed!"

"Oh right, let's go to the workshop!" Chen Mo was too lazy to say more.

"By the way, what did Sun Dengke want with you?"

"I need to write an article; they said they're short one for next week."

Didn't you recommend my article?

"I'll definitely do it next time."

"You just said Sun Dengke asked you to write an article? Have you finished it?" Song Bantou's eyes showed a hint of suspicion.

"Squad Leader Song, let's get down to business." Chen Mo stopped in his tracks.

This area is located between the workshop's technical office and the workshop itself, and apart from the occasional worker going to the toilet, there are very few ordinary people here.

"good!"

Chen Mo's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Song Bantou's thoughts.

"Foreman Song, an hour has passed. I know the workshop is busy, but you must have thought it through carefully."

How likely do you think what I say will come true?

Song Bantou fell silent; he had indeed given it serious consideration.

He hesitated for a long time between relaying Chen Mo's words to Director Li and going to see Chen Mo.

Undeniably, Chen Mo's words make some sense.

But Director Li was the benefactor who stood against all odds to promote him, turning him from a worker into a foreman.

Chen Mo did not urge him. The fact that Song Ban Tou had come meant that he was wavering.

"Squad Leader Song, have you heard a rumor?"

"you say!"

"I heard that you were the one who led the report against Engineer Yang!" Chen Mo said in a low voice.

Foreman Song's mouth dropped open involuntarily: "Where did you hear that from?"

Chen Mo gently shook his head: "It's not important. Director Li will find out sooner or later."

"What...what should I do, Chen Mo?"

"Burning the boiler would ruin it; I have a large family to support."

"To be honest, Director Li is my benefactor; he promoted me."

"But he's in dire straits now, even Engineer Yang couldn't protect him, let alone me!" Foreman Song also lowered his voice.

"What do you want to do?" Chen Mo looked directly at Song Bantou.

"I'll listen to you, brother!" said Song Bantou.

"Alright, I'll record this as evidence!" Chen Mo said.

"Don't overthink it. This evidence isn't meant to expose anything, nor is it intended to make you oppose Director Li!"

"He's your boss. If you offend him, you'll definitely suffer the consequences."

"Then what's the point of having this record?" Chief Song asked, looking puzzled.

"Keeping records protects the production team! And it protects yourself!"

"Workshop dynamics should be recorded and reported on time."

"You actively organized everyone to study advanced ideas and spirit, and proactively cooperated with the technical department to repair equipment. Shouldn't these things be recorded?"

"Only these records can prove your effective leadership, don't you think?"

Foreman Song pondered for a moment: "It's fine, it's just that the records are all with Director Li right now, and I can't get them!"

"No need to go get it. Just write another one and have the corresponding worker sign it," Chen Mo said.

"Will it work?"

Whether something works or not depends not on the record itself, but on who judges it.

"Is this okay? Anything else?"

"You must have people under you whom Director Li is trying to win over, who will replace you in the future."

"You'll have to figure out a way to deal with this yourself."

Song, the squad leader, nodded slightly. Based on what Chen Mo had said, he had already made a judgment in his mind.

Feeling that the timing was right, Chen Mo took the initiative to distance himself from Song Bantou.

He made up a bunch of random guesses, but unexpectedly, Chen Mo actually ran into it.

This Engineer Yang was actually reported by Foreman Song.

Based on this alone, Chen Mo felt reassured; he had secured Song Bantou as a key figure.

As for other matters, we must not rush them.

Improving the records is the beginning for Song Bantou; what's more important is how to obtain them legitimately and honestly.

Then, I took this record with me and proactively approached Director Li, putting the technical department on the hot seat.

Taking the blame? Not a chance!

...

Back home, Chen Mo pushed open the door.

In the courtyard, Chen Fen and Li Guihua were making dumplings around a covered screen.

Seeing Chen Mo return, Chen Fen looked up and said, "Second Brother, go wash your hands and then come help."

"Third brother, your second brother's dumplings are leaking, let him go play somewhere else," Li Guihua said.

"Mom, I've been making dumplings for ten years now," Chen Mo couldn't help but say.

"Oh, what's wrong? Isn't it leaking?"

"At most half of it is leaking; we have to be reasonable!"

"Why don't you wrap them?"

"Then forget it!" Chen Mo scratched his head.

Even without Chen Mo's help, the mother and daughter made dumplings very quickly. Later, Chen Gang and his father also came to help. Just as it got dark, the steaming dumplings were already on the table.

There was also a small plate of braised pork.

The heat mixed with the aroma wafted into people's noses.

Suddenly, Chen Mo got up, pulled the pickaxe handle from the messy pile of junk, and placed it on the table.

"Second brother, what are you doing with that pickaxe handle?" Li Guihua asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, Mom, we'll talk after dinner."

"I don't think I'll be able to save enough money in time," Chen Mo said, looking at Chen Gang.