Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

"Here we come, here we come..." Zhuang Quanhui walked in the wind, "Factory director, Mr. Zhang, the secretary of the above secretary just called and said that they have already set off. It's time for us to go out and wait."

Hearing this, Luo Yusheng straightened his clothes. He had to meet the person who made him miserable.

Zhang Zekai and others also thought the same way. They all said that literati looked down upon each other, but in fact they, senior technicians, felt the same way.

Normally, when the superiors come down for inspections, they are indifferent and ignore them, leaving the factory director, deputy director and others to deal with it, but today is different.

When Wei Wei and others got off the jeep, they were surrounded by people, especially Heihe, which was the hardest hit area.

Wei Wei and the other three were squeezed out of the encirclement and marginalized. The three of them looked at each other and saw Heihe being held by Luo Yusheng's hand, very eagerly, and they just held on to him.

Secretary Gao Qixiang scratched his cheek in embarrassment. Since Director Luo greeted the chief enthusiastically, he should introduce it to the peripheral worker Zhang.

"Ahem," Gao Qixiang raised his hand, patted Zhang Zekai's shoulder and said, "This comrade is the designer, Comrade Yuan Wei, and the other two are Commander Yuan's guards."

"Comrade Yuan Wei, this is the chief engineer of the factory, Comrade Zhang Zekai." Gao Qixiang introduced both parties, always trying to ease the awkwardness at the scene. It was only because he did not clearly describe the image of the designer.

Zhang Zekai's smile froze for a moment, and he turned the face facing Heihe and the others in the direction where Wei Wei was standing.

I saw a young lesbian stopping quietly, her indifferent and tranquil eyes falling on the hand that Director Luo was clinging to.

Behind her were two guards with the same expressions. The three of them were in the same frame, and those who were more enthusiastic would also get a ladle of cold water thrown at them.

Zhang Zekai almost had nowhere to put his hands and feet, "Comrade Yuan, you are welcome to come and give us guidance. Our factory is really flourishing."

Who would have thought that the thing that looks the most alike is actually not the same, and the thing that looks the least like it happens to be.

Wei Wei took another look at Heihe, who was surrounded by enthusiasm, and made a decision in just one second.

"Where?" Wei Wei decided to start work directly, "take me directly to the workshop to have a look."

What kind of pleasantries are there, are you going to take her to the cafeteria for a meal later?

Zhang Zekai was trying to break away from the circle of enthusiastic people, but he gave up after hearing this. He only blamed them for being too enthusiastic and the scene was too noisy.

Forget it, with the secretary here, after a while their enthusiasm wanes and they know they have gathered the wrong person, they will come to the workshop on their own.

"Come on, Comrade Yuan, please come this way." Zhang Zekai led the way directly. In fact, he was not very good at speaking in public. This way of getting along made him feel like he had met someone of the same mind.

Wei Wei and the other three simply abandoned Heihe and left him to socialize and socialize. Anyway, an instructor couldn't stay in a simple base all his life. Sooner or later he would have to adapt.

"Comrade Yuan," Zhang Zekai led Wei Wei to their experimental bench, "Look, we really can't assemble it. Can you give us some guidance on the key points of assembly in person?"

Wei Wei walked around the test bed, looked at each component, and checked the parameters. It could be said that it was more refined than the one she made crudely in the dense forest.

Zhang Zekai watched Wei Wei's inspection nervously, staring intently. He didn't know when he had a notebook and pen in his hand, ready to write down Wei Wei's words word for word.

"The parts are qualified," Wei Wei put down the last component, "So, the problem is not the part itself."

"Then, why can't we assemble it?" Zhang Zekai quickly asked. This question troubled him for three days and nights.

Wei Wei keenly heard that the large army had arrived, so what were he waiting for? He just assembled it and showed it to them. Maybe the assembly method was wrong or the steps were wrong.

Wei Wei: "Come on, let me demonstrate it again. Come and see if you made any mistakes."

Zhang Zekai wanted to run out and call someone, but as soon as he turned around, his companions all looked incomprehensible and walked in faster than the other.

The factory director, secretary and other key leaders behind them were still speaking in official accents, but they couldn't hide the embarrassment between their brows.

Several senior technicians silently occupied the best visual point. This was a fatal order from above. In a month, at least [-] pairs would be delivered. How could they not seize the time and write down the key points of assembly.

As for the mistake of admitting someone, the parties involved didn't mind. They just laughed it off as if the embarrassment was just a fluke.

Wei Wei slowed down, explaining and assembling.

Half an hour later, a mechanical ball appeared in Wei Wei's palm.

Everyone was silent. This was the worst explanation they had ever heard.

When asked, the technique is like this, how to grind it, it feels like it will fit after just grinding it, why is it designed like this? The theory told her that this is how it should be designed.

What about the specific analysis? Was it eaten? Asked about loneliness.

However, they really assembled the entire mechanical ball, and it went smoothly.

"It turns out that it can really be assembled." Zhuang Quanhui muttered to himself, all doubts dispelled.

The senior technicians who were watching looked dull and straight-eyed throughout the whole process. Their jobs were about to be ruined. She could do it, but they couldn't...

"Have you learned it?" Wei Wei looked around and took in everyone's expressions.

Zhang Zekai and others looked at each other, but no one dared to say yes.

"Yuan Gong, regarding this problem of grinding parts, how should we control the degree so that there is no more and no less?" Wang Gong asked from his soul. If this problem is not solved, it means that the parts do not match.

"It's very simple. Grind it gently and compare it. It can be embedded, but it can't be ground again." Wei Wei was helpless about this. She couldn't give away another mechanical press for free, right?

Too bad for her!

"Yuan Gong," Zhuang Quanhui's mind was in a mess, "then where do you think we should start?"

"How to assemble, or how to start? Mr. Zhang, organize it on site, start assembling it first, and I'll take a look before talking." Wei Wei secretly rolled her eyes. She was not a god. How could she predict beforehand and know which step they made wrong.

"Come on, come on, Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Cheng, let's reassemble it and show it to Comrade Yuan." Zhang Zekai greeted, but you can't have stage fright. If you don't know it, you have to die.

Zhuang Quanhui glanced at Wei Wei quietly several times, stood back at his work station without saying a word, and started the process that he had become very familiar with in the past few days.

Today I feel better than yesterday. I looked at the assembly diagram and followed it down. When I got to Route 218, I couldn't go down anymore. I felt exhausted and my brain began to feel familiar throbbing pain.

With more than ten years of experience in the industry, they could not compete with a young comrade. Zhuang Quanhui, who was praised for his uncanny hands, was deeply confused.

Wei Wei stood quietly behind him, aware of his state, and fell silent. Is this man's unawakened spiritual power almost exhausted?

"Comrade Yuan, look, this is it," Zhang Zekai looked at Wei Wei's expression carefully, "What should we do?"

"Why, you have to assemble it yourself? Can't you cooperate?" Wei Wei looked at the status of the others one by one, and his face turned dark. What time has it been? They are still doing their own things.