After taking care of Song Qiaoman to go to the toilet and making sure that there was nothing else wrong with her, Huang Jun made a cup of tea and thought about the old Chinese doctor.
A patch of plaster can cure all kinds of diseases. It sounds a little weird, but it really happens.
Is his plaster a miracle medicine? What is the formula? What is mixed in it?
When Huang Jun came into contact with the Tang family before, he didn't seem to find that the Tang family had such a magical medicine. This made Huang Jun puzzled. An ordinary outpatient clinic actually had better knowledge than a traditional Chinese medicine family. There must be some mystery in it.
.
I must go and find out if I have the chance, Huang Jun thought secretly.
Song Qiaoman was holding the bottle, looking at Huang Jun's eyes darting around, and asked curiously: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Why do you look like a treacherous fox?"
Huang Jun glanced at her, picked up the tea cup, took a sip and said, "You are a girl in my house, and your legs and feet are still weak. Am I a little stupid looking at you helplessly? Should I do something?"
"What do you mean?" Song Qiaoman nervously grabbed the syringe, almost ready to pull out the needle and run away.
"What do you mean? Let's talk, get to know each other, or watch TV. It's lifeless and depressing right now," Huang Jun replied.
Phew! Song Qiaoman let out a long breath and glanced at him: "You scared me."
"Your thoughts are not pure." Huang Jun sneered knowingly.
"It's your words that are ambiguous." Song Qiaoman complained.
Huang Jun waved his hand: "I won't argue with you. I'm telling you, eldest sister, tell me what strange experiences you have had over the years. I've also learned a lot."
"What have you heard?" Song Qiaoman thought about it and asked, "Have you been to Japan? Do you know Japan's special customs and habits?"
"I don't know, have you been there?" Huang Jun asked, shaking his head.
Song Qiaoman nodded: "I have not only been to Japan, but also lived in Germany for a long time. How should I put it, the customs in foreign countries are a bit different from those in China. Do you know why a*v is so popular in Japan?"
"I don't know, why?" Upon hearing that she was going to talk about this, Huang Jun became interested and asked impatiently.
"They have a reproductive worship, and the national ideology highly respects reproduction. There are custom programs about reproduction every year, which are shocking and difficult to understand." Song Qiaoman introduced.
Huang Jun glanced at her, bared his teeth and asked, "Have you ever made that kind of film?"
Song Qiaoman grabbed the apple and threw it at him: "You are so vile."
Huang Jun dodged away, looked at her with a smile and said, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."
Song Qiaoman glared at him and then said: "It's just that it's a little different now, a little filthy. Do people like you really want to go to Japan and experience that kind of scene?"
Huang Jun shook his head: "I don't want to go. I've already seen it and I'm already numb."
"Disgusting." Song Qiaoman curled her lips and said scornfully.
"What did you learn in Japan and Germany, about mechanics?" Huang Jun asked.
Song Qiaoman nodded: "Yes, I studied mechanical design. I feel that the gap between our Chinese forging skills and foreign countries is a bit big. I don't know whether it is because the technology is not in place or the attitude towards doing things is too strange."
"Tell me an example?" Huang Jun asked humbly.
"Okay." Song Qiaoman thought for a moment and said, "Do you know about the high-strength bolts on the steel frame?"
Huang Jun nodded: "I know, does this have anything to do with what you learned?"
"What equipment was used to secure it?" Song Qiaoman continued to ask.
Huang Jun thought for a while: "A special electric drill that seems to be able to produce a lot of torque?"
"Do you know a lot?" Song Qiaoman glanced at Huang Jun and asked, "Do you know how much an electric wrench made in Japan costs and how much it costs in China?"
"I don't know." Huang Jun shook his head.
"Japanese electric wrenches cost about 15,000 yuan, and our domestic ones cost 3,000 yuan. The effect is the same, and they can hold the bolts firmly," Song Qiaoman introduced.
"Japanese products have always been extremely expensive. What's there to say? Didn't you just learn this when you were abroad? Are you just trying to defraud the hard-earned money of the working people when you come back?" Huang Jun asked.
Song Qiaoman rolled her eyes at him: "What do you know? Do you know the weight of the electric wrench?"
Huang Jun shook his head.
"Okay, let me explain it to you." Song Qiaoman sat cross-legged and said: "The electric wrench produced in Japan weighs about eleven kilograms, and the domestic one weighs more than thirty kilograms. The torque generated is the same, and it can handle high-intensity
The torx head of the bolt is twisted and broken.”
"Then, our domestic products are better. Even if they are scrapped, you can still make two extra bucks by selling scrap metal." Huang Jun said.
"It's really worthless." Song Qiaoman rolled her eyes at him: "Do you know the environment in which the electric wrench is used? It's a steel frame, brother. Standing suspended on a steel frame of ten, twenty, thirty or forty meters, what kind of
Is the tool useful?”
"The lighter it is, the easier it is to use." Huang Jun said quickly.
"That's enough." Song Qiaoman looked at him proudly: "The electric wrench is a one-handed tool. It weighs more than thirty pounds. Most people can't even lift it, let alone use it for work."
"Since we use the same materials, why not make it simpler and lighter?" Huang Jun asked curiously.
Song Qiaoman rolled his eyes: "Ask me, who am I to ask? Our domestic products are like this, they cost the same materials, but they are so big that you can't look directly at them. This cannot but illustrate a problem, our manufacturing industry is not mature.
, there is still a long way to go.”
Huang Jun nodded heavily: "That makes sense, so what plans do you, a returnee from overseas, have to improve our domestic forging and manufacturing techniques?"
Song Qiaoman shook his head and smiled: "You praise me too much. I don't have that ambition. This matter needs to be considered by the national government. We ordinary people don't have to worry about it."
"I feel this is a way to get rich." As a businessman, Huang Jun couldn't help but think of business opportunities.
"The technology is not up to standard, and it's useless to say anything. The country invests a lot of scientific research funds every year, but there really is nothing eye-catching. It's very sad." Song Qiaoman shook his head in disappointment.
Huang Jun glanced at her, picked up the teacup, and thought to himself. Why is there a gap? They are carrying one head on two shoulders, so why can't they reach others' standards?
"Have you considered the reasons for the gap?" Huang Jun raised his head and asked.
Song Qiaoman nodded: "I have thought about it a bit. First of all, it is the general environment. We lack the mentality of exploration, discovery, and pursuit of perfection. Have you noticed that many people are impetuous in doing things. The other is that the support is not enough."
"It takes more than a day or two to create a good thing. The standards for food, clothing, social reputation, and evaluation are different. Before success and fame are achieved, many people will be afraid to put it into practice."
Huang Jun nodded thoughtfully: "This is true. Maybe people who study carefully are regarded as elites abroad, but they are regarded as fools at home. They are encouraged abroad, but ignored at home, and the mentality of researchers is too affected."
"In the final analysis, values and world views are still different." Song Qiaoman concluded, looking at Huang Jun and asked: "Are you a believer?"
Huang Jun shook his head: "No, but I am very curious about the universe. What about you, what beliefs do you have?"
Song Qiaoman took out a cross from his collar: "Christian."
Huang Jun looked at her in surprise: "You are not qualified as a believer. Look at your behavior in the factory. Do you look like a person with faith?"
Song Qiaoman glared at him: "I said you are stupid, do you admit it? In a country without faith, your faith will only make people bully you. Let me ask you something, have you met a few beautiful bosses, they are usually
What kind of face?"
Huang Jun looked at her and rolled his eyes: "They all seemed to have a straight face, as if someone owed them money."
When he said this, Huang Jun couldn't help but think of Jiang Ning from Angel Rihua and Nie Wenxin from Nie Family. When he first met them, they both seemed cold and cold. This is strange. Their personalities are different.
Why are they all the same expressions?
"Have you ever thought about why this happens?" Song Qiaoman asked.
Huang Jun shook his head: "I don't know the real reason, but I can make some guesses. They are women and are already in a weak position. They have to control their employees and they have to use their faces."
Song Qiaoman nodded in agreement: "This is actually the reason. It should have something to do with the society of human relations. If it were a completely legal society, without those criss-crossing and confusing interpersonal networks, these beautiful bosses would be able to do real things.
Own."
Huang Jun thought for a while, looked at her and guessed: "Do you mainly mean those powerful people?"
"Yes." Song Qiaoman nodded: "The energy released by ordinary people is too small. The only people who can pose a threat to those beautiful bosses are those with high energy. In order to avoid being entangled and to show their majesty, they had to wear
Mask, disguise yourself.”
"After all, it's still the general social environment." Huang Jun commented helplessly.
Song Qiaoman nodded: "It should be said like this. Let's assume that employees of a company believe that hard work will yield results and there will be opportunities for promotion. Then will they still scheming?"
Huang Jun curled his lips and said helplessly: "It's a bit unreliable in China, the atmosphere is not right. The general environment is like this, no one dares to take risks."
"Let's talk about it again." Song Qiaoman glanced at him and said, "They don't dare to take risks. They stick to the rules and want to achieve something different. Is it possible?"
Huang Jun shook his head: "Impossible. It seems that this safe way of survival has led to a huge gap in the end."
Song Qiaoman smiled happily: "So, after I come back, I just want to earn some dead wages, and I don't think about anything else."
Huang Jun grinned and shook his head.
"Oh, oh, there's no water, please pull out the needle." Song Qiaoman shouted.
After Huang Jun heard this, he quickly got up and rushed over.
After Song Qiaoman finished losing three bottles of water, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
Huang Jun did not ask the patient to leave, but cooked four dishes himself.
Tasting Huang Jun's craftsmanship, Song Qiaoman said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be able to do this. It's not easy. It's quite delicious."
"Eat more, most people don't have this kind of blessing." Huang Jun said without humility.
"Haha" Song Qiaoman looked at him with a smile: "If you are not engaged, I would like to talk to you. The free cook is free if you don't use it."
"Ah?!" Huang Jun looked at her blankly: "You're not married yet?"
Song Qiaoman shook his head: "No, my family is urging me every day, and I am almost dying of anxiety. But there is no one who likes me, so I can only keep it."
"Haha" Huang Jun grinned: "In the next life, I won't look for anyone, I will just wait for you."
"What will you do if you are a puppy in your next life?" Song Qiaoman asked with great interest.
Huang Jun rolled his eyes, this girl is so emotionless.
After dinner, Song Qiaoman unceremoniously sat on the sofa with bare feet and watched TV.
Huang Jun glanced at her: "I contacted the factory director and took you back?"
"I want to meet your girlfriend." Song Qiaoman said.
"I have pictures."
"No, I want to see the real person."
"You don't want to stay here?" Huang Jun was a little worried about her sinister intentions.
"Stop being narcissistic. I have no one to talk to when I go back. I'm still a bit popular here if I stay with you. Why, you don't want to?" Song Qiaoman looked at Huang Jun and asked.
"What about tonight?" Huang Jun looked at her worriedly.
"Besides, it seems like there's no need to go back. I'll get the medicine tomorrow." Song Qiaoman said thoughtfully.
Huang Jun grinned, feeling a little regretful. Is this inviting the female wolf into the house? She is here, how can I be intimate with Jiaqian? She is really a big light bulb.
Song Qiaoman didn't regard herself as an outsider at all. After eating enough fruits, she even asked Huang Jun to bring her tea and water.
Huang Jun was so angry that his teeth itched, but considering that she was a sick person, he didn't have the same experience as her.
Seeing that it was getting dark and Sun Jiaqian was about to get off work, Huang Jun asked: "Sister, my girlfriend may feel uncomfortable seeing you here. Have you considered..."
"You want to kick me out?" Song Qiaoman looked at him and nodded: "Okay, no problem. I'll give you a test question. If you answer it correctly, I'll leave immediately."
"Say." Huang Jun asked quickly.
"Let me ask you, why do those beautiful female police officers look like Tyrannosaurus Rex?" Song Qiaoman asked.
Huang Jun scratched his head: "Let me think about it."
