Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

A joyful atmosphere permeated the workshop, and everyone radiated energy from head to toe. The voices reciting the spirit of Lei Feng were also much louder.

These things cost at least ten yuan, and ordinary people can't afford to buy them. Many workers have already figured out how to make them.

Chen Mo was no exception; in fact, he felt lighter, as if he had drunk a good medicine.

On the Lantern Festival, we eat glutinous rice balls. After the seventh day of the new year, Chen Fen started talking about it, as the little girl had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Especially since it has a sesame and brown sugar filling.

Chen Mo couldn't help but glance at the Lantern Festival gifts placed to the side a few more times.

The workshop starts work in the afternoon.

Engineer Yang glanced at the workers in the Happy Workshop and cursed inwardly.

The laborers in these workshops are so easy to fool. They're just making a fool of themselves with these cheap things.

And why should they be able to watch the show while they're all looking so pathetic here, even whispering about how to cook pork?

Damn it, this is infuriating!

Engineer Yang rolled his eyes, then raised his voice: "Old Sun, what do you think we should give out as gifts for the holiday?"

"Brother Yang, I don't know yet. He's different from some of the laborers." The man surnamed Sun understood what Yang meant in an instant.

"Of course, that's different," said Engineer Yang.

"I heard they're giving out four catties of pork and two catties of spare ribs. Wow, that's so much meat, I wonder how many days it will take to eat it all."

"Hey, I don't think that plastic bag over there can hold that many, can it?" The man surnamed Sun glanced at the spot where Chen Mo and the others had placed the gifts.

"We're cadres, you know? Even a small piece of meat isn't divided equally among a large family." Engineer Yang looked up.

"Speaking of which, there's also a bottle of good wine and two pounds of white sugar. You know, I don't even like drinking, so why do I keep offering you wine?"

Yang's deliberately raised voice naturally did not escape Chen Mo and the others' notice, and several workers unconsciously looked at Yang, their eyes revealing a hint of envy.

More workers couldn't hold back any longer and chimed in: "Damn it, what's with all the showing off? Can't you even fix a piece of equipment?"

"So what if you're a cadre?"

Shouts and curses erupted.

Engineer Yang tilted his head: "Old Sun, we dare not say too much, lest some of the laborers become envious!"

"You know, we cadres are just different from the workers."

"They have absolutely no manners!"

The workshop suddenly fell silent. The young men, all in their early twenties, were born on the black soil of Northeast China and were known for their fiery tempers.

At that moment, seven or eight people rolled up their sleeves and took a step forward.

Foreman Song stretched out his arms, blocking everyone's way. It was common for workers to curse, but if they started fighting, it would easily escalate to the security department.

Chen Mo followed Song, the squad leader, and stopped the young men.

At this critical juncture, if we start working on it, and Yang takes the opportunity to abandon the job, it will be too troublesome.

"Listen to me, listen to me," Chief Song tried to raise his voice. "I..."

Foreman Song hesitated for a moment, then said something like, "Tell these guys not to beat up that Engineer Yang right now?"

That doesn't seem appropriate.

Suddenly, Chen Mo spoke up. His voice was a little hoarse from the fever, but he still tried to raise it: "Comrades, how are the benefits we get at our factory?"

The eager-to-try individuals and those who remained all looked at Chen Mo.

Several people spontaneously blurted out, "Yes!"

"Such a good factory, such good benefits, our whole family will have meat to eat."

"As for those ungrateful wretches who look down on the working class, what should we do?"

The working class.

The four words lit a lamp in the hearts of every worker, and they unconsciously raised their heads to look at Chen Mo in front of them.

Beat him up!

There seems to be something wrong with these two characters!

"cough!"

Chen Mo coughed lightly, then stepped on Song Bantou's foot.

Song, the squad leader, turned to look at Chen Mo. Chen Mo tried to lift his eyelids, gesturing for him to come forward.

"Ahem!"

Seeing that Chief Song didn't understand, he couldn't help but cough twice more.

"You mean I said?" For once, Song Bantou realized what was happening, leaned closer to Chen Mo, and lowered his voice.

Chen Mo's face froze from laughing. He shoved Song, the squad leader, out of the way, and Song looked up blankly.

Then he heard Chen Mo's voice: Reaction.

These two words immediately energized Song, the squad leader: "Comrades, rest assured, I will definitely report this matter to the leadership. If the leadership doesn't take it seriously, I will report it to the leadership's superior. I will never let such a villain get away with it."

Foreman Song clenched his fist and slammed it into the railway track.

"Alright! Chief Song," someone said.

"We trust Commander Song."

A cacophony of voices erupted, and several people echoed their sentiments.

The workers' restlessness vanished instantly.

Yang could hear it, and his eyes showed both surprise and anxiety.

Looking down on the working class is a serious crime, one that he cannot bear.

He had only taken one step when he hurriedly retreated.

The factory manager walked in front, followed by Secretary Liu, as they entered the workshop.

Upon seeing the two men, Engineer Yang felt a chill run down his spine, and his hands were trembling with sweat.

The factory manager, though not angry, exuded an air of authority, his face expressionless as he walked straight toward the gantry milling machine.

Secretary Liu, who was lagging behind, patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and whispered, "Let's take a look at the equipment together."

Secretary Liu and the factory director arrived just now, and I even heard Chen Mo comforting the others and praising Engineer Yang.

And, ultimately, let Chief Song say the things that might offend people.

The factory manager didn't say much, but Secretary Liu glanced at Chen Mo again. This kid is really cunning.

Regardless of the outcome, he cannot be blamed, neither Engineer Yang nor anyone else who was alerted after the fight broke out.

Upon hearing Secretary Liu's words, Chen Mo immediately stood up and followed Secretary Liu to the gantry milling machine.

As the factory manager approached, Yang and the others stood up straight with their heads down.

"Secretary Liu, what happened to you?"

"Did I not explain it clearly, or did you not understand?"

"I told you, this gantry milling machine should have been started last night, why hasn't it started up by this afternoon?"

Secretary Liu said in a low voice, "Factory Director, this is Soviet equipment, and it's very complicated. Engineer Yang and the others have worked very hard; they haven't slept all night."

"Is this what I'm listening to?"

"Can you tell the ship that we haven't slept all night and ask it to wait for you?" The factory manager looked directly at Secretary Liu.

Secretary Liu hurriedly turned around: "Engineer Yang, what exactly is wrong with this equipment? Have you found it yet?"

Engineer Yang looked nervous, fidgeting with his fingers, his voice trembling slightly: "Secretary Liu... this equipment is from the Soviet Union, it's too old, we're still working on it."

"Still haven't found it?" Secretary Liu's voice suddenly turned sharp.

"The problem still hasn't been found?"

Engineer Yang looked up, glanced cautiously at Secretary Liu, then quickly looked down again, replying in a barely audible voice, "Yes!"

"Hmph!" the factory manager snorted coldly.

The workshop was quiet; even Song, the foreman, and his colleagues, who were learning from Lei Feng, wisely kept quiet.

"Engineer Yang, what am I supposed to say about you guys?" Secretary Liu's expression was almost contorted.

"Xiao Liu, have them take the guide rails apart and take a look," the factory manager suddenly said.

Secretary Liu glanced at Chen Mo, who also kept his head down and didn't look at anyone else.

If I remember correctly, Chen Mo mentioned this yesterday, it was about the guide rail deformation. It seems the factory manager remembered it.

Deep down, Secretary Liu didn't really believe it.

Workshop workers produce goods and maintain equipment; these are completely separate fields with little overlap.

However, Secretary Liu still spoke up: "Engineer Yang, disassemble the guide rails, quickly!"