The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

Hearing this, Xu Xiufang gently raised her slender eyebrows, with a hint of inquiry flashing in her eyes.

Chen Anping smiled gently and explained slowly, "Boss Hu and I are from the same hometown. He happened to mention that there is a master with superb skills who can solve those difficult imported machinery problems. I couldn't wait to come to visit, hoping to get your help and check the pulse of the newly imported equipment."

"As for the remuneration, I will not treat you unfairly, so please rest assured."

Seeing Chen Anping's sincere attitude, Xu Xiufang's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and a warm smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. "We are all neighbors, so we should help if we can. Forget these polite words. Let's not be so distant."

She pointed her finger at the old-fashioned sewing machine under the shade of a nearby locust tree. "Since you've patronized my shop, I'll go take a look at your equipment. Just think of it as making a friend."

Chen Anping felt a warm feeling in his heart. He had not expected that she would agree so readily and help him out at this critical moment.

With only half a month left before the delivery date, at this critical juncture, the key unloading machine malfunctioned and went on strike as if on purpose.

This machine has been in service for many years and was imported from overseas, so you can imagine how difficult it is to maintain.

Xu Xiufang knew clearly that the country was in a critical period of reconstruction and development in recent years. In particular, the precision machinery and equipment introduced by early state-owned enterprises mostly relied on imports, because while other countries in the world were experiencing the ups and downs of the industrial revolution, China was still mired in the quagmire of war.

However, what flows in the blood of the Chinese people is an indomitable spirit. It is with this tenacity that scientific researchers have enabled the backward industrial system to gradually approach the world's advanced level.

Finding maintenance experts for this type of imported machinery is not only expensive, but may also cause immeasurable losses to the company due to delayed maintenance time.

For this reason, the country implemented a talent training and development plan, and Xu Xiufang got on this train at the right time.

Now that she has come to this point, she is determined to fully demonstrate her talents. Of course, making money is also one of her goals, and she is determined to make a fortune.

Afterwards, she led the three lively little ones in a slightly worn-out pickup truck and bumped all the way to the Xiafeng Garment Factory.

Chen Anping carefully accompanied her to settle the children in the warm kindergarten in the factory, and then the two went straight to the core of the problem - the workshop.

There, the smell of engine oil mixed with the coldness of metal, the sound of machines running was deafening, and conversations could only be conducted by raising the volume.

Chen Anping led Xu Xiufang to the huge blanking machine and instructed: "Please check it first. The electrician will send the operating manual over soon."

Although the factory has a full-time electrician, unfortunately, this electrician is currently on leave and cannot return to work in the near future.

Electricians can still handle daily electrical maintenance work, but for those imported equipment with screens full of English and high technical content, almost no one in the factory can operate it except Chen Anping, who knows a thing or two about mechanics.

Xu Xiufang didn't care and waved her hand casually: "No need for the manual, let me disconnect the power first."

Chen Anping did as he was told, while the workshop director and manager who followed closely behind him had a look of doubt on their faces.

The director with a smooth head leaned close to the manager with an astonishing waistline, lowered his voice, and asked with twinkling eyes, "Do you think this will work?"

The manager patted his round belly gently, an elusive smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his head shook from side to side like a rattle to express denial.

At this time, a tall and thin worker approached Director Cheng and reminded him worriedly: "Director, I think her method is quite unorthodox. It's okay if she can't fix it, but if she makes things worse and breaks the machine, we will have to pay for the repairs ourselves."

Chen Anping knew very well that this was public property and if anything went wrong he would have to bear the consequences himself, but in such an emergency situation, what better choice did he have?

In an old and dull factory, the roar of the machines seemed to be a bit tired, as if they were groaning about their inability to do the job.

Faced with this situation, Chen Anping silently thought to himself: "Let's give it our all. The current situation is already so bad, how much worse can it get?"

The real key lies in the bold and challenging plan in his mind - to comprehensively upgrade the aging equipment in the factory and give them new vitality.

I heard that garment factories in the south have long entered the fast lane of modernization. The innovations in the production lines there have not only realized intelligent operation in multiple processes, but even those bulky operating buttons have gradually been replaced by sensitive electric control systems. Workers no longer need to be fixed to their posts like nails, motionless, as they did in the past.

When Chen Anping personally went south to investigate, those scenes were still vivid in his mind: the integrated cutting machine operated smoothly, as precise and efficient as a dancer; and the once popular pedal sewing machines have mostly been replaced by efficient electric sewing machines, which not only save time and labor, but also greatly improve the quality and appearance of the finished products.

At this moment, Chen Anping folded his hands across his chest, his eyes were firm, and he exuded an indescribable calmness.

“Let’s try it first.” Although this sentence is simple, it is like a shot in the arm.

There were complex emotions intertwined under the frowned brows of my colleagues.

The deputy factory director's expression was particularly complicated. He showed uneasiness about the unknown, but also seemed to hide some deep meaning that was hard to fathom.

Xu Xiufang glanced at the deputy director casually and promised confidently: "Don't worry, things made in Germany are just a piece of cake for me."

As a senior electrical engineer, German precision mechanical equipment has almost become a compulsory course for her, not to mention dealing with these old-fashioned equipment.

The deputy factory director's face suddenly became gloomy, and he seemed to have reservations about Xu Xiufang's abilities.

However, before he could say anything, Xu Xiufang put on professional gloves, put on the work clothes handed to her by the workers, and plunged into the maintenance of the equipment.

She carefully checked every transmission component and every line, looking so focused and serious, just like a surgeon performing a delicate operation.

After the inspection, Xu Xiufang stood up, gently wiped the oil off her hands, and smiled with ease: "The problem is not complicated. It's mainly a small malfunction in the central control system. It can be solved by replacing a relay."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of several leaders became somewhat awkward. Obviously, they had thought the problem would be more difficult.

The deputy factory manager was even more suspicious and disdainful: "Can it be fixed by just replacing a relay? If it can't be fixed, will you take the responsibility?"