Reborn and refused to support his younger brother Mo, but was chased by his ex-wife and sister

At the state-owned machinery factory, when he saw Lu Shanhe walking into the office, Yang Jian stood up with a smile on his face.

"You're here, it's harder to invite your boy than the God of Wealth."

Lu Shanhe smiled and said, "Director Yang has promoted me. You are the God of Wealth of the machinery factory."

Yang Jian closed the office door, locked it, sat back in his seat with a smile, and laughed softly.

"Yesterday, County Magistrate Xu called the old factory director. The two chatted for a long time. The old factory director personally called me back and expressed his support for the handheld harvester project. Now you can do it with confidence."

Lu Shanhe smiled and said, "Director Yang can do it with confidence and boldness."

It can be seen that Yang Jian is very happy.

"I just want to support you. You still need to take the lead in terms of technology. Moreover, County Magistrate Xu said that he will report the relevant situation when he goes to the city this time, so that the first batch of harvesters can catch up with the rapeseed harvest next spring. , so you and I must not relax, otherwise it will be difficult for County Magistrate Xu to explain."

"Since the factory director and county magistrate attach so much importance, I, Lu Shanhe, will also express my opinion. As long as support is in place, the first batch can leave the factory within a month."

"Really?"

"Don't worry."

"Then let's go take a look now?"

"If Director Yang is free, of course that's okay."

Yang Jian took out the drawings, went downstairs with Lu Shanhe, and walked towards the workshop.

When they arrived outside the workshop, the intermittent sound of punches indicated that it was not busy here. However, within three seconds after Yang Jian and Lu Shanhe entered the workshop, except for the fact that the punch presses kept moving at a slow speed like an old man, everyone in the workshop seemed to have found a job instantly. Well, someone even started cleaning.

Yang Jian was obviously used to this. The machinery factory only had so much production capacity, and even if he wanted to assign work, there wasn't that much work to do.

"Okay, everyone, please stop what you are doing."

Everyone put down the cold tools they had just picked up and walked over, forming an irregular queue.

Seeing that except for a few people at the press who were still at their posts, everyone else had arrived, Yang Jian said loudly.

"This is Lu Shanhe, a senior technician from our factory. I believe many of you already know him. Today I brought Shanhe here to talk about two things. First, the handheld harvester project has been finalized. Everyone must enter the new project as soon as possible. working status.”

"Second, as a senior technician of our factory, I must respect and cooperate with you regardless of whether you are an old worker or a new worker. This is not only related to the efficiency of our factory, but also to the future of the entire factory. Okay, let me say this Duo, please say a few words about Shanhe."

As soon as Lu Shanhe finished introducing himself, his secretary came, whispered a few words in Yang Jian's ear, and Yang Jian said sorry and left in a hurry.

Seeing Yang Jian leave, the people below began to whisper, obviously not taking what Yang Jian just said seriously.

Seeing this, Lu Shanhe also ended his introduction directly.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I only have one purpose here, and that is to supervise and guide the manufacturing of handheld harvesters. Who is the mold master?"

The crowd's glances helped Lu Shanhe figure out the identities of several people.

Seeing that everyone had betrayed him, Wang Chengban lowered his head and said calmly.

"Me and several of my apprentices. Do you have any orders from Technician Lu?"

Lu Shanhe took out the parts drawing and handed it to Wang Cheng.

"Look at the drawings first. How long will this set of molds take?"

Wang Cheng huffed and puffed through the pages and snorted coldly.

"Is there something wrong with your drawing?"

Lu Shanhe smiled, he could see that Wang Cheng was trying to give him a blow.

"I said there is no problem. I have already made one. I wonder if Master Wang will believe it?"

Wang Cheng snorted coldly: "A machine has no nuts or screws. Are you kidding me?"

Several of Wang Cheng's disciples said hurriedly.

"That is, without nuts and screws, you take a bunch of loose parts to harvest rice?"

"This is so funny. Is this a senior technician? Is this the level?"

Lu Shanhe smiled and pointed at the drawing without being angry.

"Master Wang, you are old, but you need to see clearly. My drawings are equipped with several types of screws from our machinery factory. You can't understand the drawings, right?"

Of course, Lu Shanhe's words were to unite the king into an army.

As the most skilled mold master in the machinery factory, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the soul of the entire machinery factory.

After all, a good mold master can greatly increase the yield rate, while a small mistake by an unskilled mold master may cause the entire batch of parts to be scrapped.

As a master craftsman that even the factory director dared not offend, it was impossible for Wang Cheng not to be able to understand the drawings.

"I was looking too fast just now and didn't notice it. If I used several tractor screws, there would be no problem."

Lu Shanhe smiled and nodded.

"How long will it take to get the mold out?"

"Can't get out."

Lu Shanhe raised his eyebrows.

"Can't get out? What's the reason?"

Wang Cheng said lightly while looking at the drawings.

"There is no material. Your drawings are so demanding, and the material required for the mold must be strong, so we don't have this material. Without the material, I naturally don't know when it can be produced."

Lu Shanhe smiled faintly and looked at the crowd again.

"Is there a master fitter? Come forward."

Several middle-aged people in their fifties stood up, but these people looked older than the 20-year-olds 60 years later.

Lu Shanhe nodded.

"How much steel is No. 35?"

"I don't know, not much."

Lu Shanhe smiled and nodded.

"Where's the master welder?"

More than a dozen people took a step forward at the same time, as if Lu Shanhe just said one more thing and they dared to go up and kill Lu Shanhe at the same time.

"Here you are, what do you want to ask?"

"We don't know how much steel there is. If you can give us a piece, we will weld it."

Lu Shanhe smiled faintly, he just wanted to see everyone's attitude.

"No questions asked, just getting to know each other."

After speaking, Lu Shanhe took the drawings away from Wang Cheng and walked towards the punch machine.

At this time, a batch of parts had just been pressed, and several young men stopped the punch press to wipe away the sweat.

Seeing that the dirty clothes on their bodies were completely different from the group of people over there, Lu Shanhe directly handed them a cigarette.

"are you tired?"

"I'm not tired, I'm used to it."

Seeing the others dodge their eyes and excuse themselves to leave, Lu Shanhe moved closer to separate the dirtiest young man in front of him from the people behind him.

"Looking at your tendons, you seem to have a lot of work on weekdays? What's your name?"

"Zhu Jie."

"Have you read a book?"

Zhu Jie smiled sheepishly.

"I haven't graduated from high school and my father is gone, so I have to take over the job."

"What was your father's previous job?"

"fitter."

Lu Shanhe nodded.

"Then you are familiar with this place?"

Wang Cheng's coughing sound came from behind Lu Shanhe.

"Ahem... Zhu Jie, are you done with your work? Just chat with someone?"