Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

The factory manager got out of the car.

The entrance was already crowded with curious onlookers.

These days, cars are a rare commodity, and some daring people even reached out and touched one.

Chen Mo took the initiative to greet him at the door: "Factory Manager, please come in and have a seat."

The factory manager smiled and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Xiao Chen."

"No trouble at all!" Chen Mo replied.

Everyone at the octagonal table had left. Chen Mo led the factory manager to the seat of honor and then served him tea.

My uncle and aunt also came into the house, but they didn't sit down; instead, they stood to the side.

The factory manager waved his hand and said, "Sit down, everyone, sit down!"

"I'm here today to check on Chen Mo's family situation."

"This child is at Beiyang Heavy Industry. He loves learning and studies hard. At such a young age, he can solve major mechanical problems in the factory."

"To say that he is young and accomplished is not an exaggeration at all."

"The factory should support young people like this."

The factory manager's few words brought smiles to everyone's faces, including Chen's father.

Their eyes were full of approval as they looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo bowed slightly: "Factory Manager, you flatter me!"

"Hey! The factory manager is just stating the facts!" Secretary Liu chimed in, "The factory manager came today mainly to see how things are at home?"

"Are you having any difficulties?"

"In our factory, the workers are the most valuable asset. As long as everyone improves, it's hard for the factory not to improve as well."

"Clap clap clap!"

My uncle's eyes widened in amazement. He couldn't help but clap, and the rest of the people spontaneously followed suit.

That's so well said!

These two people were clearly wearing Zhongshan suits and had a distant, unapproachable demeanor, yet what they said made so much sense.

"Thank you, Secretary Liu. The leader has been very kind to me."

"Look, I even have a TV now!" Chen Mo said.

"A television?" Secretary Liu turned around. "This is all thanks to your hard work!"

"By the way, what time is it now?"

Chen Mo turned his wrist: "It's 7:20!"

"Oh dear, what a coincidence! The factory manager has a habit of watching the news, and it's time!" Secretary Liu said.

"It's alright, Secretary Liu. Please take a look and let me know later."

"Since you've come all this way, you should at least get together with Chen Mo's family," the factory manager said with a smile.

Looking at the person in front of him, the factory director remained expressionless, but inwardly he was groaning.

Chen Mo was welcomed with great pomp and circumstance, but it was impossible to tell who was who.

Most of the people in front of me are around the same age. Knowing how to address them is a challenge.

Unfortunately, Chen Mo forgot to give an introduction.

At this moment, noticing the factory manager's evasiveness, the aunt took the initiative to step forward:

"Factory Manager, I am Chen Mo's aunt. It is an immense honor that you could come."

"Please have some tea!"

As they were talking, the aunt poured the factory manager a cup of tea.

"Chen Mo is a very practical kid, but sometimes he has a bad temper. If he does something wrong, please give him some guidance, Factory Manager."

"That's not true!"

"This young man is skilled and cautious; he's a rare talent in the factory," the factory manager said, calming himself down.

"He's still young! Factory manager, please mentor him..."

"Snapped!"

While his aunt and the factory manager were talking, Chen Mo quietly connected the feeder cable and then pressed the power button on the television.

Secretary Liu stared intently at the screen.

Chen Mo turned the selection knob.

The subtle sound reached the factory manager's ears. He was already turned to the side, and now most of his eyes were on the screen.

His aunt and uncle chatted about everyday matters, and he nodded in agreement while secretly counting on them:

"one!"

"two"

"five!"

The moment the number passed five, the wrinkles on the factory manager's face spread out.

A moment later, Secretary Liu turned around and said, "Chen Mo, we've run out of time today. The factory manager has other work to do next. How about we keep it brief?"

As he spoke, he subtly made an eight-shaped hand gesture with the hand facing the factory director.

The factory manager's eyelids twitched. He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Eight channels!

On the way here, he and Secretary Liu discussed this matter. If this thing is real, the market and profits will be beyond imagination.

It seems that this product is even better than expected.

Have the opportunity!

The factory manager's eyes lit up: "Chen Mo, come here..."

"call."

Suddenly, the curtain at the door was pushed open, and a person tripped on the threshold and almost rolled onto the table.

My aunt's husband and my other aunt's husband followed closely behind. They reached out their hands, then awkwardly withdrew them.

The factory manager looked at the person in front of him with surprise.

This man was none other than his uncle. Before he could even cry out in pain, he mumbled, "Factory manager, I want to report this!"

This sentence silenced the room, leaving only the sound of the television.

Everyone instinctively looked at the factory manager, and several even secretly worried for Chen Mo.

The factory manager remained silent.

Secretary Liu stepped forward: "Comrade, what's wrong? I'm the factory director's secretary, please stand up and speak."

"I want to report Chen Mo for abusing the elderly and trying to embezzle their retirement funds!" the uncle shouted.

After saying that, he turned his head and said, "Dad, come in, quickly."

Grandpa didn't move; instead, he stood far away from the doorway, as if he were a little scared.

Secretary Liu's smiling expression remained unchanged: "Comrade, how old is your husband?"

"Over seventy!" the uncle replied.

"It is rare for a person to live to seventy; the old gentleman is truly blessed."

"Is the old man senile?" Secretary Liu asked.

"without!"

"Is the old man still able to move around normally?"

"able!"

"Did Chen Mo steal the elderly person's pension fund?"

"without!"

"Comrade, how did Chen Mo embezzle the pension fund?" Secretary Liu asked, his eyes wide.

"I can't explain it to you!" The uncle waved his hand. "I'm going to talk to the factory manager. What right do you, a secretary, have to interfere?"

The factory manager, smiling, stood up: "Comrade, feel free to report anything; just write a letter!"

"If the situation is true, we will deal with it seriously and will not tolerate it."

"Alright, alright, alright!" The uncle nodded, his eyes filled with smugness as he looked at Chen Mo: "How do you usually handle this kind of thing?"

"Upon receiving the whistleblower letter, our factory leadership will take it very seriously and make a decision," the factory manager said with a serious tone.

"Secretary Liu, please note this down. Go back and verify it with Engineer Chen. He should be criticized if necessary, and there should be no cover-up."

"Yes, Factory Manager," Secretary Liu replied.

My uncle's face was full of joy, and his tail was practically sticking up to the sky.

The others felt a chill run down their spines.

"It's getting late, Factory Manager," Secretary Liu said.

"I won't bother you any longer, everyone. Best wishes." The factory manager exchanged a few simple pleasantries and then left the room.

Auntie and Li Guihua looked extremely grave. They looked at Secretary Liu with concern, wanting to speak but not knowing how to say it.

Seeing Secretary Liu and the factory director get into the car, Li Guihua's heart sank even further.

What should Chen Mo do now?

This will be dealt with seriously!

She unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.

Suddenly, Secretary Liu, carrying a box, climbed out of the car and handed it to the aunt:

"Sister-in-law, this is a small token of the factory manager's appreciation. He bought some candy; please don't mind it, give it to the little one."

The aunt who was closest to the victim didn't expose the truth and reached out to take it.

"Boss, is my Chen Mo alright?" the aunt asked with some concern.

Secretary Liu glanced inside the room, shook his head slightly, smiled, and turned to get into the car.

"Mom, bring out the dishes, let's eat!"

Chen Mo said as he watched the car drive away.