The strong young man picked up the phone again and shouted: "Section chief, let me ask clearly, my name is Jiang Hua, what, oh, let someone take it to you, okay, okay."
The strong young man put down the phone and said to the other guard: "San'er, you watch first, I will bring him over to the section chief."
Following the strong young man toward the factory, this guy wanted to talk to Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua was not a fool, and kept talking nonsense.
"Section Chief, someone has brought it to you." The strong young man shouted as he stood at the door and knocked.
"come in."
Opening the door, the strong young man took Jiang Hua into the office. Han Jin was holding a newspaper and was trying to study the top instructions when he saw Jiang Hua and laughed.
"Hua Zi, why did I think of looking for your Uncle Han today?"
Han Jin put down the newspaper and said to the young man leading the way: "This is the child of my old leader. You can go back to your post. I will go and register myself later."
The system of the ministerial-level unit is strict. Han Jin relied on his status to have Jiang Hua brought in, but he had to register clearly later. This is an organizational process and cannot be careless.
"Okay, section chief, you're busy, I'll go back to my post first."
After closing the door, Han Jin motioned Jiang Hua to sit on the sofa, then turned around and poured Jiang Hua a glass of water.
"Is something wrong? I don't have enough living expenses."
As Han Jin was about to dig out his pocket, Jiang Hua put down the enamel teapot to stop Han Jin.
"No, the living expenses are enough. Last month, Uncle Ma also gave me 30 yuan and 30 pounds of food stamps. I can't accept them."
"Hey, you know this guy from the Horse Racing Bureau. He's used to saying the same thing. If you are told to take it, you must take it. If you dare to take it, your hand will be cut off. If he gives it to you, you can take it. He and your father have their lives together.
friendship."
Han Jin sat back on his desk, opened the drawer, looked around, took out some bills and said: "Since the horse racing bureau has given you money and food stamps, I will give you some non-staple food stamps, as well as tobacco and alcohol stamps. You will also grow up."
Yes, you can smoke and drink, but you have to exercise moderation."
Jiang Hua wanted to refuse, but Han Jin glared: "Well, if Ma Bureau is high and powerful, you will accept it, but you won't accept what I, the little section chief, give you. It's up to others to choose the dishes."
Jiang Hua had no choice but to pay the bills and said with a smile: "What can I do? My uncles and uncles love me, but I don't need so much."
"Take it, be prepared and tell me what business you have come to see your uncle for today. If you can do it, we will do it on the spot. If you can't do it, we will do everything we can to do it."
Jiang Hua took out the drawings and spread them on the coffee table.
"Uncle, I designed a repeating crossbow of my own. I want to shoot some pheasants, hares and the like for a tooth ceremony. Isn't this a steel rolling mill? See if you can do it for me."
Han Jin took the drawing and looked at it, and said with a smile: "I can't tell, I have some skills. This thing is just like a gun. It also has a butt. But I don't know if it can be made. I'll bring it."
Go find the fitter in the workshop and ask."
Along the way, people kept saying hello to Han Jin, looking at Jiang Hua with curiosity, but no one dared to ask because of Han Jin's majesty.
Entering the workshop, Han Jin found an old fitter and asked, "Master Yi, see if you can do this."
When Jiang Hua saw this fitter, he immediately understood what was going on in this steel rolling mill. Isn't this the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill in Qingman Siheyuan? The Master Yi in front of him was the one above him who was disliked by everyone and had a sinister attitude.
Yi Zhonghai?
Yi Zhonghai took the drawing and didn't look at the data first, but praised: "Chief Han, you still have this skill. This drawing looks professional at first glance. It doesn't take more than ten years to draw such a neat drawing."
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"How can I do this? I am good at carrying a gun, but I am no good at making guns. This is a painting by my nephew."
Yi Zhonghai took a look at Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua was observing the machine tool at the moment. It was old and had the word RB on the nameplate. It was left by the Japanese. Jiang Hua had never seen such obsolete goods when he was in school.
Yi Zhonghai complimented him: "This kid looks stable at first glance. With his skills, he has been trained in the workshop for two years. He must be a good material for technicians."
"No, he's only sixteen years old, and I'm not planning to let him go into a factory. In a year or two, I'll send him to join the army. His parents are both martyrs, so he can be forged and forged in the army."
"Martyrs are so glorious."
Jiang Hua curled his lips and said, "I dare not say it is glorious. You must be loyal to the country and die a worthy death."
Jiang Hua actually has very little impression of his parents. He lost his parents at the age of nine, and with Jiang Hua's death in the 21st century, his impression of his parents is even more dim.
Moreover, what he said in his speech was also very particular. At this time, it was important to speak with the highest directive. Jiang Hua quoted the article "Serving the People", which is also the highest directive.
Han Jinru patted Jiang Hua's head with the same feeling, but said nothing.
Yi Zhonghai looked at the drawings in detail, thought about it carefully and said: "No problem, this thing is not complicated, it can be done in half a day. It just so happens that the factory is not busy right now, I will make it for you before I get off work."
Han Jin said happily, "Then I'd like to thank Master Yi. Please spend some time and make the leather more solid. Just tell me how much the materials cost when the time comes."
Jiang Hua also said: "Thank you, Uncle Yi."
Yi Zhonghai waved his hand nonchalantly, "You're welcome, it's just a side trip. You go ahead and get started. I'll prepare the materials right now."
Han Jin took Jiang Hua out and Jiang Hua said, "Uncle, please do your work. I'll leave first. I'll come back to get it before get off work in the afternoon."
"Why are we walking? It's almost eleven o'clock. It's time for lunch. Come to my uncle's place. Can I let you go on an empty stomach? If this gets out, I won't let your uncles and uncles make jokes.
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Han Jin couldn't help but mention Jiang Hua and walked towards the back and entered the cafeteria. Han Jin shouted: "Zhu Zhu, are you stupid?"
"Hey, isn't this Section Chief Han? It's not lunch time yet, why did you come to the cafeteria early? You are out of touch with the masses."
A plump woman in her twenties or thirties said jokingly, and Han Jin didn't take it seriously.
"Whoever is separated from the masses doesn't know that I, Han Jin, have been mingling with the masses since I started working. Today my nephew came to see me. You asked Si Zhu to cook two hard dishes. I will treat my nephew well."
He poked his head out of the kitchen exit and said jokingly: "That's right, who doesn't know that Section Chief Han likes to mingle with the masses. Last time when the workers in Workshop 6 made trouble, Section Chief Han got into a fight."
Han Jin pretended to be angry and said: "Stop playing cymbals with me, silly Zhu. You are the only one who needs me to suppress you with force. Go and cook quickly, get some hard food, and pay with me later."
Silly Zhu retracted his head and responded loudly: "Chief Han, just watch it. I will use my skills today to make sure your nephew eats his tongue deliciously."
