Han Xiang was still carefully drawing lines. If he wanted the workpiece to be qualified, he had to control the error according to his own habits. After repeated confirmation three times, he was ready to start.
As a result, as soon as he got into position, the sound next to him suddenly stopped, and the rhythmic hammering sound suddenly disappeared, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He turned his head and glanced over there, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if they were about to pop out.
Yi Chuanzong had already measured it again. He nodded with satisfaction, then unscrewed the tiger table and took out the T-shaped workpiece.
"I bet you fail this test!"
Without saying a word, Yi Chuanzong walked directly towards the examination masters in front, "Masters, I have finished it, please help me test it!"
Several masters had noticed his actions long ago. After all, Yi Chuanzong was the first to take action. The sound of hammering was so dense, how could he not notice it?
Master Chen caught the T-shaped workpiece in front of him and saw that the other person was holding it lightly, but he knew that the workpiece, which was twenty centimeters long and two centimeters thick, was at least more than ten kilograms.
With preparation in mind, Master Chen took it steadily and placed it on the table next to him, and then began to use tools such as rulers to inspect it.
Another master next to him asked with strange eyes: "I remember you are Master Yi's nephew, right?" The movements just now were so wild, and the accuracy must be difficult to control. He didn't think Yi Chuanzong could pass the test.
Yi Chuanzong nodded and smiled, "Yes, uncle taught me a lot."
He didn't care at all about the looks in these people's eyes. These people were ordinary workers in the factory. Their technical level could be regarded as master craftsmen, but they could not be called master craftsmen.
With his current level, it's really not necessary to compare the differences. As long as he measures it, they will naturally not look at him like this. Everything about a fitter depends on technology, and the accuracy of the parts is the most important.
The few masters around just nodded, and they didn't believe that Yi Chuanzong could pass the work like this.
It's just that Yi Zhonghai is the only eighth-level fitter in the factory, and his skills are much better than everyone present, and they also admire him very much.
Now that the workpiece is in front of you and you can test it, you will know. There is no need to say those unpleasant words to offend others.
Yi Chuanzong waited calmly. Now his intermediate fitter skill has reached 21/50. He doesn't know how the system calculates it, but according to his work experience, his level must be a fourth-level fitter to complete this time.
The assessment is still very easy.
At this time, Master Chen also finished the test. He stood up and said, "I've finished the test. It's your turn to test."
A slightly fat fitter master came over and asked with a smile: "How is it? How much is the error?"
Master Chen said calmly: "With 50 wires (one thousand wires per centimeter, one hundred wires per millimeter), the error at each position is very stable. You can also test it."
In fact, he felt very uneasy. Their general error was around 30 millimeters, which is an error of 0.3 millimeters.
But this is chiseling, where you hit it with hammer after hammer. The force is inherently uneven and it is very difficult to control the error. It is normal for such an error to be even a millimeter.
Unless fine filing and grinding is performed later, they cannot guarantee this accuracy, let alone such a uniform error.
Of course the masters around him also understood this. The fat master frowned and looked at Yi Chuanzong and Master Chen suspiciously. This is an assessment now. Have you been bragging? Is there something going on inside?
Silently lowering his head, he decided to measure it first before talking. The workpieces were all in front of him, so let the facts speak for themselves.
Facing the weird looks in the eyes of many masters, Yi Chuanzong felt calm. This was just carving and playing with a hammer. This was what he was best at!
"It's really fifty silk!"
After measuring, the fat master gave a low cry and then handed the measuring tools to the other masters.
After some testing, there was naturally no problem. Master Chen turned around and asked, "If this level is at least intermediate, I will rate it as level five. Please rate it."
The other masters smiled awkwardly. They made this workpiece better than them. Master Chen is a level 6 fitter, so of course he can be rated as level 5. They are all level 5, so they could only say one after another: "I rate it as level 4."
"I also rate it as level four." Gu Yong
Yi Chuanzong couldn't help but smile. The fourth level had already reached his psychological expectations. As long as the rest were more serious, he could successfully be rated as a fourth-level fitter. The monthly salary was fifty-two yuan, which was already a long way from supporting himself.
Close!
Later, people completed the carving one after another, and most of them passed the assessment. After all, the requirements for a first-level fitter are not very high, and the error range of carving is larger. If you work frequently, you will have a good grasp of it.
It takes two years to reach level one fitter, but machine tools are the difficult part.
A new round of sawing has begun. Everyone is sawing with a piece of iron plate clamped in a vise. Yi Chuanzong is still sawing like a small electric motor. He is hunched over and rocking back and forth in a very relaxed manner, just like the saw.
Like wood.
"Master Yi is still very good. He has taught his nephew so well in just one month!"
"Yi Chuanzong must have worked hard, look at his skillful movements."
"His strength is just for doing this. Look at his relaxed energy. Even if others saw wrongly, he would not saw wrongly."
"Now let's see how the machine tools are doing. If the machine tools can reach this level, this kid will become a full-time employee directly!"
"Master Yi is an eighth-level fitter. He must have been handed over to him a long time ago. It's different if someone takes him with him."
The masters here were chatting first, and Yi Zhonghai came over with a smile, "Master Chen, Master Wang, what are you talking about here?"
"Hey! Master Yi is here, he was just talking here!"
"Speaking of your nephew, you taught him so well!"
"He is suitable for this job. You can see how relaxed he is."
Yi Zhonghai turned around with a smile and his brows trembled. He was an eighth-level fitter in the factory. Not many people could do the kind of work he did. His usual work was also quite heavy. In order to avoid suspicion, he went to see Yi Chuan.
The number of times he visited Zong was very few, and he had never seen this wild posture before.
At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the way Yi Chuanzong usually sighed: Holding his head high, looking up at the sky, ah~ I have nowhere to put my strength, and today's work is so easy.
"It's not bad. Looking at his appearance, Jian Tian'er didn't eat all those steamed buns in vain."
Seeing the pained expression on Yi Zhonghai's face, Master Chen suddenly laughed. It's really sad to have such a nephew, "Haha, I've heard about his appetite."
"I met you last time too."
Yi Zhonghai smiled and nodded, "What level did he rate?"
"Hey, Master Yi, you haven't counted what you have taught me? If they all perform so well, they should be rated as Level 4. Those of us can only get Level 4. Do you think we are the same as you?" Master Chen complimented.
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Yi Zhonghai's eyelids kept trembling, Level 4? He just came to the factory and worked for a month and he was still rated Level 4?
In the past, Yi Chuanzong always shouted that the work is easy, the work is easy, but he just thought it was because he had less effort, and he always criticized Yi Chuanzong for being more serious.
Is it possible that there is really a Level 4 fitter? It’s really like a joke for a Level 4 fitter to do the work of an apprentice. You can reach the standard by just doing it casually if you have the skills in hand.
Yi Zhonghai turned his arms and moved his body back. He still didn't believe it. Now this action was to avoid suspicion. This was the reason why he left before, but now this situation made him a little suspicious.
"I can't say what level he can judge. It depends on his own level. Where is the workpiece he just made? I'll measure it again!"
Master Chen tilted his head slightly. Yi Zhonghai looked as if he really didn't know the level of his nephew. He pointed at a pile of workpieces in the distance.
"There, because he did the best job, he put it alone on the ground. Someone will test it after the assessment is over."
Yi Zhonghai nodded and walked over with the measuring tools on the table.
At this time, whoever completed the workpiece had their name written in chalk on it, and the responsibility was specific to the individual. Yi Zhonghai found it easily, measured it, and found that it was indeed qualified.
He turned to look at Yi Chuanzong. Is this kid really this good? He always thought Yi Chuanzong was bragging!