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

Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Dongxu, then at He Zhiqiang, and shook his head. One was a second-level fitter and the other was a fourth-level fitter, neither of which was qualified for the job.

He Zhiqiang lowered his head and began to do today's performance work. This time, he started to work slowly.

While processing the parts, Jia Dongxu looked at Yi Zhonghai's situation, then at He Zhiqiang, and suddenly an idea popped up.

After He Zhiqiang finished his meal in the cafeteria at noon, he returned to his work station and continued to work abroad.

Not even halfway through the afternoon, He Zhiqiang was already bored and drank several teapots of boiled water.

Why do you feel a little urgent to urinate?

He Zhiqiang suddenly felt a slight urge to urinate, probably because he drank too much boiled water just now.

I looked at the system panel, it was only four o'clock, and it was not time to get off work, but it was still possible to go to the toilet.

He Zhiqiang put down the tools in his hand and hurriedly ran towards the toilet.

Jia Dongxu had been paying attention to him all the time, and when he saw him running out, he hurried to Yi Zhonghai's side.

"Master, are you busy?"

Jia Dongxu asked him with a smile.

Yi Zhonghai lowered his head and rushed to process the metal parts in such a hurry that he didn't have time to talk to him.

"Don't you see I'm so busy? What's the matter?"

Yi Zhonghai said to him angrily without raising his head.

"Master, I don't know much about the processing of a part, can you help me look?"

Jia Dongxu glanced at the processed metal parts on the table, and asked him tentatively.

"No, I don't have time today. If there is anything you don't understand, go to the team leader."

Yi Zhonghai was still bowing his head, busy with his hands, because it was almost the end of get off work, and there were still a bunch of things in his hands that hadn't been processed yet.

"Okay, master, you are busy!"

Jia Dongxu first looked around, then glanced at Yi Zhonghai who was bowing his head, and quickly reached out and took a few metal parts and stuffed them into his pocket.

When Jia Dongxu was walking towards his workstation, he saw that He Zhiqiang hadn't come back, so he pretended to walk to his workstation.

Touching his tool, he conveniently stuffed the three metal parts into the bottom of the processed part.

Jia Dongxu looked at the pile of He Zhiqiang's processed parts with satisfaction, and walked to his work station to start working.

After a while, He Zhiqiang came out of the toilet, walked to his own work station, and continued to grind foreign labor.

He didn't notice that there were metal parts in the pile of parts he had just processed.

When it was almost time to get off work, the workshop director came over with someone.

He Zhiqiang glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly took the tools and pretended to be working hard.

What is the old saying?

This person wants to do one thing after another, honest people will definitely suffer.

The workshop director walked up to Yi Zhonghai with a few people who looked like leaders.

"Master Yi, have you finished processing the metal parts?"

The workshop director looked at him with a smile on his face and asked.

"Come on, five more will be processed, and this side is processed."

Yi Zhonghai looked up at the workshop director and the leaders, raised his elbow to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and quickly picked up the metal parts to speed up.

"Leaders, how do you see how this is done?"

The workshop director took a finished metal part and asked the leaders solemnly.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that there are such talents in this rolling mill. The metal parts are really exquisite."

An older leader took the metal parts and flipped through them in his hand, and praised Yi Zhonghai.

"Leader, I didn't do this alone. Some metal parts were distributed to the seventh-level fitters, and they also did a lot."

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he quickly raised his head, smiled at the leader and said.

"Oh, it turns out that other people are doing it, why don't we go to other people's workstations and see what they do?"

The workshop director's heart skipped a beat, he was [-]% assured that he was entrusted to Lao Yi to do it, but if it was done by someone else, he would be a little worried.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that there are so many talents in the steel rolling industry. Let's go and see what other workers do."

The elder leader put the metal parts back in place and said to him.

"Whoever made this metal part put up your hand."

The workshop director yelled at the workshop.

In the entire workshop, only two or three people raised their hands.

The workshop director smiled and led several leaders to check on them.

Although they are one level lower than Yi Zhonghai, they can still be used to make this metal part.

"Not bad, you have a lot of talents in the rolling mill."

The older leader walked to the three people's workstations, looked at the metal parts and praised the workshop director.

"As long as the leader is satisfied, we still have talents in the rolling mill."

The director of the workshop replied politely to him.

After some time, the workshop director led several leaders to inspect the workshop when they heard Yi Zhonghai's voice from behind.

"Workshop manager, I have processed all the metal parts you assigned to me."

Yi Zhonghai finally processed the last metal part in his hand, raised his head and shouted at him.

Yi Zhonghai called the three level [-] fitters over, asked them to count the metal parts in their hands, and put them on the cart.

When he counted the metal parts on his desk, three were missing.

He obviously kept 100 for himself, why are there only 97 left now?

Yi Zhonghai frowned, and counted again patiently, still 97.

"Workshop manager, can you count for me? Is this 100 or 97?"

Yi Zonghai looked at the workshop director with an ugly face and said.

The workshop director looked at his face and felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Okay, let me count."

The workshop director stood in front of him, counting the metal parts on the table.

"1234... 90, 96, 97, your master has 97, you did not count wrong."

The workshop director looked at him puzzled and said.

"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken, I obviously kept 100, why are there three missing?"

When Yi Zhonghai heard him speak, his legs felt weak and his back felt cold. If he lost a military product, it would eat peanuts.

"What! Three less?"

The workshop director looked at him with wide eyes and shouted loudly.

The workshop director and Yi Zhonghai counted again, and it was 97. They also counted the metal parts of the other three people, and the total was only 147.

He obviously allocated 150 to Yi Zhonghai, but now there are three less!

"Whoever of you stole the military product, quickly take it out for me, if you are found, just wait for the gun!"

The workshop director shouted angrily at the workers in the entire workshop.