Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

After finishing the last stitch, Li Guihua bit off the thread and asked, "How much do you need?"

"two thousand!"

"How much?" Li Guihua raised her voice unconsciously. She was about to insert the needle back into the ball of yarn, but she forgot to do so.

Chen Fen had been struggling for a long time because she had only paid ten yuan in tuition fees a few days ago.

Now Chen Mo asks for two thousand at a time.

You can buy more than a dozen pigs.

The number was so large that Chen Fen and Chen Gang were shocked and unconsciously sat up.

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to speak: "Two thousand? Two thousand might not even be enough!"

"What did you do? Why do you need so much money?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "I can't say!"

"You...you..." Li Guihua pointed a finger at the spot: "You wouldn't be gambling..."

"No, no, it's just that we can't talk about it today. My uncle and aunt are here, so we need to talk about it privately!"

"I want to make something, but I can't say for sure how much it will cost right now!" Chen Mo added.

Chen Fen and Chen Gang are both here, so we can't go into too much detail about this.

These two, one is young, and the other hasn't grown up yet.

"Second brother, do you know what poor people are like?" Li Guihua withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and tidied up the ball of yarn.

The lines weren't tangled; she tidied them up very, very slowly.

"Our family is the poorest of the poor."

"She just finished eating! In the summer, Chen Fen wouldn't even buy a two-cent popsicle; she really can't handle the strain."

Li Guihua hid the last thread inside the ball of yarn, then circled the ball around and looked at it.

"Mom, we can't count on Grandpa and Grandma, and you know my uncle and aunt, right?"

"Let's have a meal the day after tomorrow. Whether it's okay or not, let me talk to my uncle and the others about it," Chen Mo said.

Li Guihua slowly removed the thimble.

The people Chen Mo was referring to were her brothers and sisters.

And Chen Mo is also her biological son.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

"Second brother, lending money is the easiest way to make enemies. Your uncle is the person who is closest to you in this world. By saying this, you are putting them in a difficult position."

"Do they have any legal excuse?"

"Besides, your aunt's family just got a new daughter-in-law; where would they get extra money?"

"Mom, don't worry, I know what I'm doing, and I'm confident in my abilities!" Chen Mo's voice wasn't loud.

"I have no choice but to ask my uncles for help!"

Li Guihua raised her head and looked at her son.

After a while, she turned her head to the side and said, "Okay, but it's a promise, no matter what, you have to remember how hard your uncle and his family have worked!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Guihua's mood also became depressed.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere around her, Chen Fen furtively picked up her homework and hid in a corner to write it!

Chen Mo stopped talking and flicked his wristwatch, his heart still uneasy.

I need to borrow money!

Now we need to do everything we can to borrow money.

Zhao Degui contributed two thousand, so I should at least contribute that amount myself.

To get this done, you can't rely on anyone, including Zhao Degui; you can only rely on yourself.

We must firmly grasp the power of discourse in our own hands.

...

Beiyang Heavy Industry.

Every Monday is pretty much the same; the workers entering the workshop are all listless.

But today is different. It's only early February, and although Sunday isn't the Dragon Raising its Head festival (February 2nd), many people still choose to get a haircut.

The same goes for Commander Song.

His hair, which was already short, was even shorter today, and his already round face seemed to have grown even larger.

Upon seeing Chen Mo, he grinned and said, "Engineer Chen, over here!"

Following the voice, Chen Mo looked up: "Squad Leader Song, your hairstyle is nice, you look energetic!"

"I think so too!"

"What brings you to the workshop so early?" Foreman Song picked up a few documents.

"Huh?" Chen Mo looked around, the sounds of gantry milling machines and machine tools rising and falling.

He looked embarrassed and said, "Oops, I went to the wrong place!"

"It's too rushed; I always feel like I should be in the workshop!"

"If you hadn't called me, I might have walked over to the machine!"

Foreman Song shrugged: "I knew I shouldn't have called you. I could have made you work like crazy for days."

"Don't call me next time!"

"No problem!" Chief Song echoed.

"Engineer Chen, here are some equipment production records. Please take a look!"

"You were still busy at the machine back then, could you perhaps sign something for me?"

As they were talking, Chief Song pushed the documents in front of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo did indeed take the wrong turn, but even if he hadn't, Chief Song would still have had to go find him.

Song Bantou understood what Chen Mo had said earlier that very day.

The delay in this project is indeed related to the workshop, but that's not the main issue.

The main issue is the factory manager, director, and minister; what you need to do is try to absolve yourself of all responsibility.

The device recording that Chen Mo mentioned is a brilliant idea; the more I think about it, the better it gets.

As long as you can produce this document, you can at least secure your position as the team leader, if not the deputy director.

Upon seeing this record, Chen Mo was delighted; this Song, the squad leader, was actually quite savvy.

He took the pen from Foreman Song: "Foreman Song, your records are incredibly detailed; you won't find anything like this in the entire workshop!"

"Could this be something Director Li requested?"

Foreman Song was taken aback. He could tell there was something in Chen Mo's words, but he couldn't tell whether it was true or just a joke.

Chen Mo didn't look up at him; his pen continued to move.

A little while!

"Alright, take a look!" Chen Mo handed the signed form to Song, the foreman.

"Oh, okay!" Chief Song reached out and took it. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

There was a sense of unfamiliarity about Chen Mo standing in front of me, I don't know when it started.

It's completely different from before!

He used to be a smart young man, always eager to do things.

But now, I can't see through it at all.

Chen Mo patted Song, the squad leader, on the shoulder: "You absolutely must cooperate fully with Director Li, otherwise, if anything goes wrong, neither of us can afford the consequences!"

"That's for sure!" Chief Song replied with an awkward smile.

Chen Mo could see Song Bantou's unease, but he ignored it; such unease was understandable.

Song Ban Tou was already indecisive, and this state of mind was the best way for him to conceal his intentions.

Only in this state can Director Li make the next steps more easily!

"Squad Leader Song, you're busy now, I'm heading back!"

"I checked the equipment maintenance records and found that many maintenance periods were overdue or inadequate. I'll need your help then," Chen Mo said.

"It's alright, just say the word!" said Song, the squad leader.

Chen Mo grinned and then walked out of the workshop.

It's wishful thinking to expect a single leader like Song to get rid of a huge burden.

The person who can truly decide this matter is the one in the factory manager's office in the main building.

However, that person's rank was too high, and I wouldn't get any favors by rashly visiting.

The other one is about the same!

There's been no news about the engineer's matter for the past few days, so it's a good time to inquire about it.

After silently considering his options, Chen Mo walked into the main building and gently knocked on the door of Secretary Liu's office.

"Knock knock knock!"

A clean sound echoed in the corridor.

Just as the echo was fading, a voice came from the office: "Come in!"

Chen Mo pushed open the door.

On Monday morning, Secretary Liu's desk was piled high with documents. He peeked out from the pile and glanced at Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo? What brings you here so early?"

"Brother Liu, I'm really sorry, but I need to trouble you with something!" Chen Mo closed the door, rubbed his hands, and walked to the table.

"What's there to be embarrassed about between us brothers? Just tell me, if I can do it, I'll definitely do it for you!"

Secretary Liu stood up, clutching the document, and stared at Chen Mo.

"Um, I heard that the factory has a special fund for union members that is open to employees."

"I'd like to borrow some money!"

"Borrow money!" Secretary Liu shook his head. These days, there are many people who borrow money, but few who repay it.

It's a hassle to stick it on.

Especially public funds.

Chen Mo appears honest on the surface, but he's actually quite cunning.

If something goes wrong, it won't be good to say that you introduced them yourself.

"How much do you need? Don't borrow from the union, there's interest! I've been working for a few years, and I still have some spare cash," Secretary Liu said after thinking for a moment.

"one thousand!"

"one thousand?"

"So many?"

"What are you going to do?" Secretary Liu asked, his eyes wide.