Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Chapter 318: 'A man with no hair on his face, but no integrity'

After hearing Zhong Yuemin's firm words, the workers surrounding the dyeing and finishing machines had confusion and anxiety on their faces.

Their eyes moved between each other, and finally focused on the factory director Guan Yonghui.

At this critical moment, every decision may affect their jobs and the future of the factory, and all of this can only be decided by Guan Yonghui.

Zhong Yuemin keenly captured the subtle emotions of the crowd, and he turned to look at the experienced master.

"Master, the pressure roller has been repaired. Can't the equipment be turned on normally?" Zhong Yuemin's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

The old master was silent for a moment, his eyes lingered on Zhong Yuemin for a moment, as if he was weighing something, and finally he slowly spoke. "It can be opened."

Zhong Yuemin smiled faintly when he heard this. "Then I'll trouble you to turn it on. I need to see the operating status of the equipment with my own eyes to find out all the potential problems."

However, as soon as Zhong Yuemin finished speaking, a wave of objections arose in the crowd. "Dyeing the positive and negative sides is a big problem! Once the machine is turned on, the colors on both sides will be inconsistent, and hundreds of pieces of cloth will be wasted!" A worker couldn't help but speak out a reminder, his words full of worry.

"Yin Yang", a term that makes people shudder in the textile industry, is now like an invisible shadow hanging over everyone's heart. It means loss, failure, and a heavy blow to the reputation of the factory.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Guan Yonghui's face, waiting for his final decision.

Guan Yonghui listened to everyone's discussion, frowning, his heart wavering between responsibility and risk. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, bit his teeth lightly, and uttered one word: "Open!"

With Guan Yonghui's order, the atmosphere in the entire workshop instantly became extremely tense. The roar of the machine sounded again, like a sleeping giant being awakened, with a force that could not be ignored. Amid the steam, the huge dyeing and finishing machine slowly started, and the huge pressure roller began to slowly turn.

Zhong Yuemin slowly approached the motor, put his ear against the cold metal casing, and listened carefully to the sound made by the motor when it was running.

The sound of the motor was steady and powerful, without any abnormality. Zhong Yuemin gently touched the motor with the back of his hand, feeling the warm but not overheated temperature, and nodded secretly in his heart.

"Bring me a flashlight." Zhong Yuemin suddenly spoke, his voice steady and powerful.

A worker quickly handed him a flashlight. He took it and turned it on skillfully. A beam of strong light instantly illuminated every corner of the gear. He carefully observed the meshing of the gears, not missing any tooth tip or gap. The gears were running normally, without any damage or deflection. His eyesight and experience told him that there was no problem.

Then, Zhong Yuemin turned his attention to the oil pump pressure system inside the roller. He operated the equipment skillfully and checked the working pressure and stability of the oil pump. Everything was within the normal range, without any abnormality.

Zhong Yuemin was not satisfied with this, and he turned his attention to the steam separator of the rolling mill. He carefully opened the drain valve of the separator and drained the steam inside. As the steam was drained, he showed a satisfied smile on his face, because the steam separator was also intact.

At this time, the hot air nozzles in the drying room were whirring, and the strong hot wind made his hair and clothes messy, but he was completely unaware.

However, as time went by, the fabrics coming out of the dyeing and finishing machines were still substandard products. The wasted fabrics were like sharp knives, piercing Guan Yonghui's heart. He looked at the substandard fabrics, which were all money.

Many old masters were watching the excitement, with a bit of joking smile on their faces. They had been working in this industry for decades, but they still couldn't figure out the problem, so they didn't believe that a young boy could solve it.

Finally, Guan Yonghui's low and slightly trembling voice, like a flash of lightning that cuts through the night sky, instantly tears apart the suffocating silence in the workshop.

Guan Yonghui was seen with a frown on his face, a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he walked slowly towards Zhong Yuemin with heavy steps.

When Guan Yonghui came to Zhong Yuemin, he paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and said carefully, "Mr. Zhong, I think...if we really can't find any problems, let's just forget it. Think about it, dyeing and finishing machine maintenance is not your specialty!"

Guan Yonghui's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. In an instant, the surrounding workers all looked at Zhong Yuemin, casting complicated glances at him. These glances contained doubts, worries, and a little bit of subtle contempt.

In their minds, age and experience seem to be the absolute standards for measuring a person's ability. The old proverb, "A man without hair on his lips cannot do things well," is like a melodious old song, quietly playing in everyone's heart.

Although Zhong Yuemin is already over 30 years old, his face, which still looks quite young, always makes it difficult for people to fully trust his ability to solve the problems at hand.

"Yes, yes, turn it off quickly. It's only a few minutes and you've wasted hundreds of dollars!" A dark-skinned, sturdy worker finally couldn't hold back his temper and interrupted hurriedly. His slightly anxious tone clearly showed some deep regret.

"That's right. This is genuine imported equipment with a very sophisticated internal structure. How can ordinary people fix it? If something really goes wrong, who will bear the huge loss?" Another older worker nearby echoed, frowning tightly with a look of worry on his face.

"Oh, you're so right! This is just a waste of time. We've been busy here, but in the end, we still have to pay for filling this big hole out of our own pockets." Then, another thin worker started to complain. He sighed and shook his head, and his words were full of helplessness.

In an instant, the entire workshop seemed to be in an uproar, with the workers' chattering rising and falling in the ears.

At this moment, the experienced and weathered old fitter's hands, covered with calluses and steady and powerful, have gently placed their hands on the power switch.

As long as Guan Yonghui, who was standing beside him, nodded slightly, he would press the switch without hesitation, and the roaring machine would stop working instantly.

Zhong Yuemin turned around suddenly as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and his eyes fell directly on Guan Yonghui. Then, he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile, and asked softly, "Are you really sure you want to do this? Well, I'm leaving now." The tone sounded relaxed and casual, but it seemed to contain a mystery.

Guan Yonghui met Zhong Yuemin's gaze and his heart tightened. For some reason, the smile on Zhong Yuemin's face made him feel inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it countless times in class.

However, no matter how hard Guan Yonghui racked his brains to recall, he could not remember exactly where he had seen such a similar expression.

Gradually, Guan Yonghui finally noticed the difference in this smile - it was clearly an undisguised mockery! Yes, it was the kind of mockery that made people feel uncomfortable, full of ridicule and disdain!

Guan Yonghui's heart began to beat nervously, and his originally firm determination was slightly shaken.

After all, in his mind, Zhong Yuemin was a very important person. All the students who had taken his courses were impressed by his extensive knowledge. In everyone's subconscious, it seemed that this person was really omnipotent and no problem could stump him.

As for Zhong Yuemin's style of doing things, Guan Yonghui thought he was relatively familiar with it. This person has always been informal and never paid attention to the so-called face and the inside.

Once he decides to leave, even eight horses can't stop him, and no one will show mercy. Thinking of this, Guan Yonghui found it more and more difficult to make a decision, and even a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing that Zhong Yuemin was about to turn around and leave, Guan Yonghui hurriedly put on a smile and tried to save the situation. "Teacher Zhong, don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that you're working too hard. Do you think this problem can be solved? Of course it would be best if it can be solved."

However, Zhong Yuemin always seemed a little impatient with question marks. He couldn't stand others doubting his abilities.

So, Zhong Yuemin responded calmly, "It can't be solved!"

When Guan Yonghui heard this, he realized that he had said the wrong thing again and hurriedly apologized with a smile, "Teacher Zhong, thank you for your trouble. Don't be angry, I know you can do it." He knew Zhong Yuemin's character very well. Although he was a little unruly, his professional ability was unquestionable.

Zhong Yuemin glanced at him and saw that he was sincere, so he stopped caring. He turned back and asked the master about the names of the equipment parts. He pointed to an air outlet and asked, "Master, what is the name of this position?"

The old master looked up at him, obviously dissatisfied with Zhong Yuemin's previous performance, and said with a bit of disdain. "Drying room exhaust device."

Zhong Yuemin didn't pay attention to the master's attitude, and then pointed to a transmission device and asked, "What about this?"

The old master looked at Guan Yonghui suspiciously, his eyes full of confusion, as if asking: "Where did you find this idiot?"

Guan Yonghui glared at the old master and said seriously, "Since Teacher Zhong asked, you should answer it well."

The old master replied reluctantly, "Hot air stentering machine."

"Master, what is this place used for?" Zhong Yuemin continued to ask, pointing to a part of the hot air stentering and setting machine.

Although the old master was a little impatient, he still answered reluctantly. "It is used to set the fabric with hot air. By adjusting the temperature and wind speed, the fabric can be made into the ideal shape and size."

Zhong Yuemin nodded, seemingly not surprised by the answer. He continued walking along the production line, observing and asking questions.

After a long time, as if time had stood still, Zhong Yuemin finally broke the silence and slowly said to the experienced master, "Master, please turn off the machine first."

Hearing this, not only did Guan Yonghui, who had been worried, breathe a sigh of relief, but even the people around him also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

After all, if the machine continues to run like this, I don’t know how much cloth will be wasted!

Afterwards, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhong Yuemin again, with an expression of mockery, confusion, or anticipation on their faces, as if they were waiting for a farce to be performed, ready to see how he would make a fool of himself.

Facing the different expressions of the crowd, Zhong Yuemin seemed particularly calm and composed. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then said to the master slowly, "Master, please reach out and feel the temperature of this place."

The old master heard this, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, but he still stretched out his hand to the place where Zhong Yuemin pointed without hesitation. At this moment, he thought to himself, let's see what tricks this young man can play.

After the master touched the designated position, Zhong Yuemin immediately pointed to a position below the drying room. "Master, feel the temperature here again."

Although the old master was a little puzzled, he still did as he was told. After some exploration, the old master stood up, stared at Zhong Yuemin with a slightly teasing look, and said nonchalantly, "I've touched it, and the temperatures of these two places are both normal!"

At this moment, several people in the crowd who couldn't hold back their curiosity came forward and, imitating the old master, reached out and touched those two places.

However, they also did not notice anything unusual, so they began to whisper to each other, their words were full of doubts and ridicule towards Zhong Yuemin, thinking that he was just being mysterious.

Zhong Yuemin's mouth curled up slightly, revealing his signature smile. "Master, don't you notice a strange phenomenon inside this box? The temperature of the upper layer is obviously higher than that of the lower layer."

After hearing this, the man standing near the oven stretched out his right hand doubtfully and touched it gently. His eyes widened instantly and he shouted in surprise, "Oh my, it's just as you said, the temperature up there is indeed higher!"

When the old master heard this, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart, feeling a little unbelievable. He frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and personally stepped forward to touch it carefully. Sure enough, after repeated confirmation, he had to admit this fact. However, if you don't pay special attention to it, it's really difficult to detect this subtle temperature difference.

However, the people present did not seem to show much interest in such a small detail. They just raised their heads slightly, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes, but soon regained their composure and continued to listen attentively to what Zhong Yuemin was going to say next.

Zhong Yuemin continued calmly, "Everyone, please turn your attention to the transmission belt." As he spoke, he pointed to the location of the transmission belt bearing and motioned for everyone to look together.

Seeing this, the old master immediately stepped forward without saying anything, bent down, and began to feel the transmission belt with his weathered and calloused hands. He was an experienced fitter, and the extremely precise assembly work was a piece of cake for him. Even if there was only a slight difference between the parts, he could easily check it out.

But at this moment, no matter how he touched and felt, he still couldn't find anything abnormal about the transmission belt. Gradually, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the other onlookers could not hold back their curiosity and rushed forward to try. Some of them carefully touched the transmission belt, while others observed every possible problem attentively, but in the end, everyone shook their heads, saying that they also did not find anything wrong.

"This molding machine uses a special steel skateboard." When Zhong Yuemin said this, he paused intentionally, as if he was thinking in his mind how to explain the principle to everyone in an easy-to-understand way.

The people who were expecting to hear some profound technical explanations suddenly changed their expressions from expectation to disdain. They secretly muttered in their hearts: Do you need to emphasize this? Everyone knows that it is a steel skateboard!

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