Chapter 0007 - How is it possible (above)

　　Although Manager Wan had just come to the factory director's office with an extremely low attitude, smiling and nodding his head, he didn't look like a successful person at all, more like a bowing wretch. But after he finished this sentence, none of the other three people in the office felt that he was humble, quite the contrary, Manager Wan's image was incomparably tall. 　　"Say, can't your local government help out and say something?" Old man Liu asked with a frown. 　　"Our Wan Xin Motorcycle is a private enterprise, we can't get on the aerospace bandwagon." Wan manager seems to have just said also vented out a lot of emotions, now calm a lot: "Want to find the city's leadership to help ride the line to, but we are a private enterprise, the above is not under the dead force to help, said to help find a few road, to now there is no news." 　　"Outside there are also a lot of external work of finishing enterprises, you did not ask?" Old man Liu asked again. 　　"Asked." Manager Wan answered a little frustrated: "These days, everyone's equipment is similar, foreign imports of equipment are prioritized into the most in need of state-owned enterprises, the task is full, simply can not find the time to. Other receiving work, and the processing level of our factory is also similar. Domestic high-level engines all need to be imported just because they can't be made." 　　"This doesn't need to be said by you." Old man Liu hummed softly, a little dissatisfied, squeezing the two gym balls in a dripping circle: "We all know." 　　"The key is that the Japanese are so bad." Manager Wan immediately changed the topic, no longer talking about the domestic production situation, "The two semi-finished crankshafts they gave are extremely hard and very bad to machine. Our factory's several grade six pliers have also seen, really want to manually polish out but also to ensure precision, at least one month." 　　"And the little Japanese played mind games and only left a machining allowance of at most 1 silk." Manager Wan continued, "The material is hard and high, if you don't polish it hard, it won't move. Once you exert yourself, it will accidentally pass. Very troublesome." 　　A file of three filaments means that usually a file goes down and files off three filaments, everyone is a connoisseur and understands that it is not easy. 　　"Elder Liu, didn't Professor Wang of the Department of Precision Instrumentation assemble a CNC machine some time ago?" Plant Director Li was still sympathetic to being despised by the Japanese, and carefully rushed at Old Man Liu, "Can I borrow it?" 　　"No!" Old man Liu directly shook his head, "Professor Wang's one is mainly for verifying the control program, the stepper motor and screw are not working, the precision is not stable, and the cutter head is not hard enough to process this." 　　Just heard the Precision Instrumentation Department CNC machine tool, Manager Wan's eyes lit up. But when he heard Liu Lao's words at the back, he immediately became frustrated again. That change of face from full of hope to disappointment was very obvious, and Old Man Liu could see it clearly. 　　"There are still a few days left?" Old man Liu didn't seem to have that expression of not being able to do anything at all, and asked at Manager Wan. 　　"There are still two and a half days. I brought something back to the country overnight, the factory studied half a day, waiting for the city leader's phone and contact peers with half a day, today do not dare to wait, directly with something to come here." 　　In fact, old man Liu actually did not intend to speak, but the manager of Wan broke the silence to ask so much as soon as he talked about the Japanese insults. Just as he was planning to ask a few more questions, Old Man Liu suddenly saw that outside Guo Tailai was walking into the workshop with his arms flung out in a glowing manner, and smiled all of a sudden. 　　"Fatty, come here." Old man Liu walked directly to the door and called out. 　　Guo Tailai looked up and immediately jogged his ass over and smiled at Old Man Liu, "Old Master, what is the matter of calling me here today?" 　　"Don't you want to use those tools I specialize in?" Old man Liu cupped two gym balls in his hand and smiled at Guo Tailai, "Here, there's a crankshaft drawing and two semi-finished parts on the table, you give it a good polish, and that room of mine and the things in it are yours to use as you please." 　　"Play?" Guo Tailai face was tricked upset: "find a lathe eccentric claw a clamp car chant, looking for me to do?" 　　"High precision, the car can not come out, have to clamp grinding." Old man Liu still smiling and asked, "Can you do it?" 　　"Really?" Guo Tailai Lai's eyes immediately let out light: "Can I use your tools this time?" 　　"Yes!" Old man Liu nodded his head with certainty. 　　"Got it!" Guo Tailai immediately promised a sound, without saying a word to go in, after going in and rushed to the three look at their own nodded and smiled, quickly rolled up the drawings, holding two boxes on the go, passing through the doorway, do not forget to reach out to the old man Liu to the key to the room. 　　Seeing the fat man slinking and running into that room, the other three people in the office were all dumbfounded. 　　"Old man Liu, who is this fatty? Never seen him before!" Li factory director is most surprised but, factory workers he knows, not so fat ah. 　　"Oh, a student I met yesterday." Liu old man pinched the fitness ball jingling, smilingly replied: "hands live good. Bad, forgot to ask what his name is." 　　Factory Director Li and Manager Wan, as well as the young student beside Manager Wan, all had a speechless expression on their faces. Such an important matter, a sixth grade clampman wouldn't even dare to guarantee it, and just throw it to a student? 　　"Forget it, I know you guys are not assured, wait." Old man Liu stood up, pinched the fitness ball and headed out, "Punching you for this fight, I'm going to point out that fatty." 　　After saying that, without explaining, he directly pulled open the office door and walked out, leaving the three people in the office looking at each other. 　　"Factory Manager Li, is Elder Liu?" Manager Wan lit another cigarette for Factory Director Li, then asked carefully. 　　"A retired ninth grade clampsman." Plant Director Li said with a proud face, "Those experimental machine tools of the Precision Instrument Department, the final installation and debugging had to be done by Liu Lao to help point out the assembly and adjustment." 　　"A national treasure!" Manager Wan gave a thumbs up with a look of admiration, "Why don't we say we need to find your Shui Mu University? With this one National Treasure in attendance, Factory Manager Li, you still say that you're just a school-run factory that produces ordinary parts?" 　　"Old Liu's arm has been injured, he can't do hard work anymore." Plant Director Li let out a long sigh, "I'm curious, what exactly is that fat man capable of, that he can make Elder Liu think so highly of him." 　　"That fatty, can he do it?" Manager Wan was still a little worried and rushed to Factory Manager Li to ask. 　　"Don't worry!" Li factory director in fact, his own heart also has no plan, but he can not show his timidity in front of manager Wan, just very sure to say: "Liu said that there is no problem, then there must be no problem, wait, two and a half days, it should be about the same." At the end of the day, he actually had no bottom line. 　　Time passes by minute by minute, it seems that three hours have passed, but there is no news from there. Wan manager has the intention to go over to see, and know that it is not appropriate, anxious even smoked more than two dozen cigarettes, the table ashtray piled up with cigarette butts. 　　Another half an hour, Wan manager has been anxious to stand up and pace. Just as he has been really can not wait, and want to talk to the director of the Li factory personally to see the time, the office door pushed open. 　　Guo Tailai and Liu old man walked in one after the other, the fat man still holding drawings and two boxes in his hand, swinging towards the table: "Done!"