Chapter 7 How Is It Possible (Part 1)

Although when Manager Wan first came to the factory manager's office, he put on a very low attitude and nodded with an apologetic smile. He didn't look like a successful person at all, but more like a poor wretch bowing to each other. But after he said this, none of the other three people in the office felt that he was humble. On the contrary, Manager Wan's image was extremely tall.

"By the way, can't your local government speak for you?" Old man Liu asked with a frown.

"Our Wanxin Motorcycle is a private company, so we can't get in touch with aerospace." Manager Wan seemed to have vented a lot of emotion after saying it just now, and now he has calmed down a lot: "I want to ask the leaders in the city to help me set up a line. , but we are a private company, and the higher-ups didn't try their best to help, they said they were helping to find a few ways, but there is no news so far."

"There are also many finishing companies out there that do external work. Didn't you ask?" Old man Liu asked again.

"I have asked." Manager Wan replied a little frustrated: "These days, everyone's equipment is similar, and the equipment imported from abroad is given priority to state-owned enterprises that need it most. The task schedule is full and there is no time to spare. The processing level of other jobs is similar to that of our factory. All domestic high-level engines need to be imported because they cannot be manufactured.”

"You don't need to say that." Old man Liu snorted softly, feeling a little dissatisfied, he pinched two fitness balls and said, "We all know that."

"The key is that the Japanese are really bad." Manager Wan immediately changed the subject and stopped talking about the domestic production situation: "The two semi-finished crankshafts they gave were extremely hard and difficult to process. Several sixth-level fitters in our factory also I have seen that it will take at least a month to manually polish it and ensure the accuracy.”

"And Little Japan played tricks and only left a machining allowance of at most 1 thread." Manager Wan continued: "The material is so hard that if you don't use force to polish it, it won't move. Once you use force, you will accidentally pass it. It's very troublesome. .”

File three wires at a time, which means that usually three wires will be filed off with one file. Everyone is an expert and understands that it is not easy.

"Mr. Liu, didn't Professor Wang of the Department of Precision Instruments assemble a CNC machine tool some time ago?" Factory Director Li, who was despised by the Japanese, still felt the same hatred, so he carefully said to Mr. Liu, "Can you borrow it?"

"No!" Old man Liu shook his head directly: "Professor Wang's machine is mainly used to verify the control program. The stepping motor and lead screw are not good, the accuracy is unstable, and the hardness of the cutter head is not enough, so it can't process this."

Manager Wan's eyes lit up when he heard that Jingyi was controlling the machine tool. But when he heard Elder Liu's words later, he immediately became depressed again. The change of that expression from full of hope to disappointment was very obvious, old man Liu could see it clearly.

"How many days left?" Old man Liu didn't seem to have the expression that he couldn't do anything, so he asked Manager Wan.

"There are still two and a half days. I returned home overnight with my things. The people in the factory studied for a long time, and waited for a long time to call from the city leaders and contact colleagues. Today, I dare not wait anymore, so I brought my things here directly."

In fact, old man Liu didn't intend to speak at first, but when Manager Wan mentioned the Japanese insult, he broke the silence and asked so many questions. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, old man Liu suddenly saw Guo Tailai walking into the workshop with his arms swaying in high spirits, and suddenly laughed.

"Fatty, come here." Old man Liu went straight to the door and called out.

Guo Tailai looked up, and immediately trotted over, and smiled at old man Liu, "Old man, what do you want me to do today?"

"Don't you want to use my special tools?" Old man Liu smiled and said to Guo Tailai with two fitness balls in his hands: "Here, there is a drawing of a crankshaft and two semi-finished parts on the table. You can polish them. You can use that room and its contents as you please."

"Playing?" Guo Tailai looked annoyed at being tricked: "Find a lathe with eccentric claws to clamp the car, why do you want me?"

"The precision is high. If the car doesn't come out, you need a fitter to polish it." Old man Liu still asked with a smile, "Can you do it?"

"Really?" Guo Tailai's eyes lit up immediately: "Can I use your tools this time?"

"Yes!" Old man Liu nodded with certainty.

"Okay!" Guo Tailai immediately agreed, and walked in without saying a word. After entering, he nodded and smiled at the three people who looked at him, quickly rolled up the blueprint, and walked away with two boxes in his arms, passing by the door At that time, he did not forget to reach out to Old Man Liu for the key to that room.

Seeing the fat man sprinting into the room, the other three people in the office were stupefied.

"Old Liu, who is this fat man? I've never seen him before!" Factory Manager Li was the most surprised, but he knew all the workers in the factory, and he was not so fat.

"Oh, a student I met yesterday." Old man Liu jingled the fitness ball and replied with a smile: "It's not bad at hand. It's broken. I forgot to ask what his name is."

Factory Manager Li, Manager Wan, and the young student next to Manager Wan all had speechless expressions on their faces. Such an important matter, the sixth-level fitter can't guarantee it, so just throw it to a student?

"Forget it, I know you are worried, just wait." Old man Liu stood up and walked out holding the fitness ball: "I'm trying to argue with you, I'll go and give that fat man a lesson."

After speaking, without explaining, he opened the door of the office and walked out, leaving the three people in the office looking at each other.

"Director Li, Mr. Liu?" Manager Wan lit another cigarette for Director Li and asked cautiously.

"A nine-level fitter who has retired." Director Li said proudly: "The final installation and commissioning of the test machine tools of the Jingyi Department has to be done by Mr. Liu to help guide the assembly and adjustment."

"National treasure!" Manager Wan immediately gave a thumbs up with admiration on his face: "Why don't we talk to you at Shuimu University? With this national treasure in charge, you still say that you are just a manufacturer of ordinary parts A school-run factory?"

"Mr. Liu's arm was injured, so he can't do hard work anymore." Factory Director Li sighed, "I'm curious, what kind of ability does that fat man have that makes Mr. Liu look so high."

"That fat man, can it work?" Manager Wan was still a little worried, and asked Director Li.

"Don't worry!" Factory Manager Li actually didn't know what to do in his heart, but he couldn't show his timidity in front of Manager Wan, but he said with certainty: "Old Liu said there is no problem, then it must be no problem, just wait, two and a half days The time should be about the same." In the end, he actually had no confidence.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it seemed that three hours had passed, but there was no news from there. Manager Wan wanted to go over to have a look, but knew it was inappropriate, so he smoked more than 20 cigarettes in a hurry, and the ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts.

After waiting for another half an hour, Manager Wan has already stood up anxiously and started pacing. Just when he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to tell Director Li to go and see for himself, the office door opened.

Guo Tailai and old man Liu walked in one after the other. The fat man was still holding the drawings and two boxes, and put them on the table: "It's done!"