booktalesy Chapter 80: This wave was a huge profit!
Chapter 80: This wave was a huge profit!
Looking at that imposing machine, the flesh on Fatty Feng's face began to tremble.
He walked over eagerly, stroking the mini-tiller with both hands, his eyes gazing at it with fascination as if it were not a farm machine, but a young girl in her late teens.
Although Lao Ma, as the project leader, was not involved in the production of the mini-tiller at all, he was still very excited:
"Factory manager, everyone says you have to take it out for a spin to see what it's really made of. When are we going to take the mini-tiller out for testing?"
"If you ask me, the sooner the better. Isn't there an open space behind our factory? Why don't we experiment there?"
Before Old Ma could finish speaking, his hands were already on the handles of the mini-tiller.
Old Feng shoved him away and wiped the handle with the hem of his shirt: "Your hands are sweaty, don't touch them!"
Old Ma was annoyed, his face turning somewhat grim: "So what if I have sweaty hands? It's just a machine, not your wife. Why can't I touch it?"
Old Feng glared at him, his fat cheeks twitching: "If you really touched my wife, I wouldn't be this angry!"
Women with three mouths are everywhere, but this mini-tiller is one in the world!
"Wow!" Old Ma was speechless. "Then tell me, when are we going to test the machine?"
Old Feng pondered for a moment: "I'll contact the First Ministry of Machine Building early tomorrow morning. Until I return, none of you are allowed to touch this machine!"
Is this about to be reported? Everyone was extremely surprised.
Old Qin stepped forward: "Factory manager, shouldn't we test the machine ourselves first, and then report it after we succeed?"
Old Feng waved his hand: "No need. The longer this kind of thing drags on, the more likely it is to cause trouble... I don't want history to repeat itself."
Everyone knew he was referring to Da Liu's modification of the trenching machine, so they all chimed in, saying that it was indeed better to report it as soon as possible.
Old Feng glanced at his watch: "It's already 9:30 pm. Everyone has worked hard today, go home and rest."
We'll start testing the machine tomorrow morning once the higher-ups arrive! As for the machine itself…”
His gaze fell on the mini-tiller in the center of the control room.
This thing is a treasure, a rare gem that exists not only domestically but also internationally.
He was really worried about leaving it all alone here.
He looked at Lao Ma and said, "Lao Ma, go to the security department and have them send someone over to guard this precious machine all night long."
Xiao Ke thought he was being a bit overly pessimistic: "This thing hasn't even been refueled, who's going to carry it around like that?"
Made of cast iron, this thing weighs over 300 pounds. Let's not even talk about whether a thief could carry it. Even if he could, he would be discovered by the security department not far away.
Old Ma glared at him: "What do you know? Even if no bad people steal, there's always a chance someone might try to sabotage it! The factory manager is farsighted and has considered everything very thoroughly."
Xiao Ke muttered under his breath that it was called having foresight, and received another eye roll from Lao Ma.
While the group was talking, Zhang Chengfei had already packed his things and was ready to leave.
These past few days have been filled with work at the electric kettle workshop and the mini-tiller project; he's really exhausted.
After he left, Old Ma stared at the security personnel who came, giving them repeated instructions before finally leaving with peace of mind.
After leaving the control room, Zhang Chengfei did not go home, but instead went to see Lao Tian first.
Although the mini-tiller has been assembled, just as Lao Feng said, we need to be extra careful at this time and absolutely cannot let anything go wrong.
At 9:55, Zhang Chengfei strolled into the Workers' Hospital.
People in this era go to bed early; by 10 p.m., most of the wards have already turned off their lights.
The corridor was deserted, and the nurses at the nurses' station were fast asleep, their heads resting on the table.
Zhang Chengfei walked lightly and, as he turned the corner, he noticed that there was a dim light in Lao Tian's ward. Upon closer listening, he could hear voices.
He lightened his steps further, moving with the gait of a cat as he walked over...
Just as he was about to reach the door, a pair of hands suddenly appeared behind him, one hand covering his mouth and the other forcefully pulling him aside.
Zhang Chengfei's eyes sharpened, and he was about to take out a bag of lime from his pocket when a low voice came from behind him: "Zhang Technician, it's me, Tong Yan."
Zhang Chengfei immediately relaxed, stopped struggling, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"
"My colleague who was watching Tian Zhigang has asked for leave, so I'll cover for him for a day."
So, the security department has been sending people to the hospital to keep an eye on Lao Tian? Zhang Chengfei was surprised at first, but after thinking about it again, it made sense.
After all, it was a major case involving enemy agents, so how could Lao Ma really just let himself come over for a stroll every day and then leave it unattended?
He pulled Tong Yan aside and asked her about the lights in the room.
"Old Tian should be asleep by now, but the lights are on and we can hear people talking..."
Tong Yan nodded: "There are indeed people inside."
"Who is it?" Zhang Chengfei asked.
"His superior is that engineer." Tong Yan was honest and spoke frankly, "This is the third time this person has appeared since Lao Tian was hospitalized."
"So, what is the purpose of his visit?"
"We don't know yet, but we're guessing it's related to mini tillers..."
Thinking of the mini-tiller that had just been assembled and had not yet been tested, Zhang Chengfei's brows immediately furrowed.
Seeing his expression, Tong Yan immediately told him that the factory's security task force and the municipal bureau officials who had been monitoring "Peony" for over a year had laid a trap.
"Don't worry, no matter if Lao Tian and his gang try to sabotage the mini-tillers, they won't get away with it." Her eyes were firm.
Seeing her serious expression, Zhang Chengfei suddenly felt like laughing: "So, what should I do now?"
"You don't need to do anything. Leave this to us. Just go back and get some rest, and don't let it interfere with tomorrow's work."
Well, it seems they're kicking people out.
Zhang Chengfei said no more, simply said "Then I'm leaving," and turned to go.
As I stepped out of the Workers' Hospital, I discovered that it was snowing.
This was the first snow of 1958, arriving later than usual...
Although it was late, the rain was heavy, just like the day Qiuya dumped Yuanhua.
Large snowflakes drifted down, and Zhang Chengfei braved the snow to retrieve his car from the shed.
With long legs straddling the seat, he pushed off with all his might, and the bicycle shot off like a sharp sword.
After leaving the steel rolling mill, I headed west straight for Nanluoguxiang.
As I walked, I recalled the last time I saw that half-closed door.
At the time, the police station sent a vehicle to escort the person over. When the security department handed over the person to the other party, many people from the steel rolling mill and the machinery factory came to watch.
Zhang Chengfei was also in the crowd. He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
Before getting on the bus, the woman looked at the crowd he was in, tucked her hair behind her ear, smiled, and said thank you.
No one knew why the woman said thank you at that moment, only Zhang Chengfei knew that the woman was thanking him for saving her son's life.
Three years in prison, in exchange for his son's health and longevity, is a loss that some people would consider an absolute waste.
But for women, it's a huge win!
Moreover, in her own words, she had spent half her life working as a doorman, and only served three years in prison, which was not unjust.