Siheyuan: The start of the game is bound to the self-killing system

Yi Zhonghai's face was a bit ugly, but he didn't expect He Zhiqiang to memorize all the theoretical knowledge by heart, even if he can't memorize it now.

The second round was the practical operation. He Zhiqiang took the parts to be processed and walked to his place to start processing carefully.

All the workers stood outside the door, and most of them lay at the door looking at He Zhiqiang inside.

After all, it is rare to take the eighth-level fitter test in a hundred years. Even the workers in other workshops heard that there was a young man from the eighth workshop who wanted to jump directly from the fourth-level fitter to the eighth-level fitter.

This was unprecedented in a rolling mill. If this young man can really reach the eighth level of fitter, he would be very flattering.

"Old Yi, who is this young man's master? I think this young man has a bright future."

The examiner sitting on the far left took a sip from the big tea mug and said to him.

"That's right, who is this young man's master? I want to ask him for advice, but he has taught such a good apprentice. Look at how skilled he is."

The examiner sitting on the far right also echoed.

Yi Zhonghai sat in the middle and listened to them singing together, his face turned pale.

"His master retired last year, and he has this technology and knowledge after only two years of work..."

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Zhiqiang not far away and couldn't continue talking.

He even regretted that if he had accepted He Zhiqiang as his apprentice before, it would not have happened to this point.

This time he really hit the nail on the head. He took in the good-for-nothing apprentice Jia Dongxu, who has been teaching him for so many years, and is still a second-level fitter.

"It's a pity. If his master knows this, he will be happy. This young man has this technology in two years. It's really a backward wave, and one generation is better than the other."

The examiner sitting on the far left looked at He Zhiqiang with admiration and said.

The parts that He Zhiqiang wants to process are actually not much different from the content of his previous work, except that the name is more advanced.

In just 10 minutes, He Zhiqiang finished the practical test.

The polished parts were placed in front of the three examiners, who picked them up one by one to see if there were any defects on the parts.

But this part has been polished and processed by He Zhiqiang's hands, and it has become like a charming work of art.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect to see young people with such good skills in my lifetime. It's really scary for young people."

The examiner sitting on the far left carefully held the parts up and down and looked at them.

It was Yi Zhonghai's turn to check, and he directly picked it up with his hands and flipped through it, he couldn't help being shocked, it's really amazing that the defective products can be made to this extent.

The annual practical assessment is made by the assessed workers with defective parts.

Unexpectedly, He Zhiqiang could make the defective products so well, and even reduced the defective parts.

"This place is a little flawed, but it has not been affected. Young people still need to practice more."

Yi Zhonghai stabilized his mind, coughed lightly, and said seriously.

No matter how good it is, anyway, if He Zhiqiang is not allowed to pass today, the young people still have to practice and practice.

"This part is fine, it's really great, right? He Zhiqiang, I can't even do this, it's okay..."

The examiner sitting on the far right took the parts and looked them up and down with his eyes wide open. It was really good.

"Examiners, I'm honored. I also stayed up late every day to endorse, and I learned it by working hard at work."

He Zhiqiang bowed 90 degrees to the three examiners and said politely.

If he didn't say that, he would probably be able to pull him out and slice him. In just two years, he has reached the skill of an eighth-level fitter. Needless to say, he must be a genius.

Since he is a genius, why doesn't he go to college?What about going to a factory as an apprentice, a worker?

The only reason He Zhiqiang could think of was that his family was too poor because they had no money, but that was also the case, they were indeed poor.

Soon, the three chief examiners discussed with each other, and Yi Zhonghai didn't know what to say to the two of them, and the two chief examiners nodded.

"He Zhiqiang, after our unanimous decision, you failed the eighth-level fitter examination."

Yi Zhonghai's expression softened a lot at this time, and he said to him.

He Zhiqiang already thought in his heart that the eighth-level fitter had passed the assessment, but he didn't expect Yi Zhonghai to say that.

"Is the part I made bad? Are you three blind?"

He Zhiqiang said to them with a look of disbelief.

He believed that they were also very clear about how well the parts were made. Isn't this a fucking lie?

"He Zhiqiang, why did you talk to us? Your parts are pretty good, but young people have to climb up step by step. It should be a fluke to do so well."

Yi Zhonghai said to him with a serious face.

If he made the parts by fluke, maybe, anyway, the eight fitters would definitely not let him pass.

"It's a fluke to do such a good job? This is a practical exercise. How could I be lucky? Yi Zhonghai, is it because you don't want me to live?"

He Zhiqiang strode straight up to him and yelled at him.

This f*cking Yi Zhonghai is definitely seeking personal gain with power, and now he is a thorn in Yi Zhonghai's eyes, a thorn in his flesh.

He thought that he would go well in the exam today, but he didn't expect Yi Zhonghai to be here waiting for him.

"He Zhiqiang, young people need to take one step at a time, one step at a time. Master Yi is right, young people should not be too arrogant!"

The examiner sitting on the far left said to him.

Originally, he wanted He Zhiqiang to pass, but after hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, he felt that it made sense. If He Zhiqiang passed, the factory might say that the three of them had gone through the back door.

Eighth-level fitters, there have never been workers in their 20s, they are eighth-level, and even workers in their 30s have not reached the eighth level.

"What's wrong with young people? Young people's skills are good, you still don't recognize them? Do you have to be promoted to eighth-level fitter like Yi Zhonghai? Then what's the point of this assessment?"

He Zhiqiang was not happy when he heard this. What does this mean, young people will suffer more, and young people's skills are not good?

At this time, all the workers lying at the door also heard these words, and they all defended He Zhiqiang.

The three examiners praised He Zhiqiang's parts just now, they all heard them, but now they have changed their style of painting and disagreed again.

Although they also hoped that He Zhiqiang hadn't passed the test, if it really happened after this happened, wouldn't they have a higher chance of failing the test?

"It's the first time I heard that the assessment depends on age. Young people can't take high-level fitter skills?"

"That's right, isn't this clearly a bully? He Zhiqiang's skills are obvious to all, and he is the best in Workshop No. [-]."

"Will these three examiners collude with each other to punish He Zhiqiang? What if we are also punished in the same way later in the practice?"

"This is too unfair. Don't laugh at He Zhiqiang. If it really happens to you, it will be really ineffective every day."

All the workers were talking and arguing outside the door, but no one dared to go into the room and tell the three examiners.