Chapter 647 I Become a Grandfather
Yang Xiaotao was silent, but Liu Daming stood up suddenly and walked to the front row of tables.
“Liu Gong.”
Yang Xiaotao shouted, but the other person was not in a good mood and quickly followed.
At the table in the front row, Secretary Wang was communicating with a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man wears long sleeves, has sunken cheeks, and disheveled hair. He speaks in a low voice, in an authentic Sijiucheng style.
The two were talking when they suddenly saw a person walking over and standing not far from them.
Secretary Wang looked up.
The person who came here is not young, not tall, with gray hair, but his brows are knitted together, looking angry or excited?
The middle-aged man also saw Liu Daming, his brows furrowed, his eyes stared, then his pupils suddenly expanded, and his body suddenly stood up.
Secretary Wang next to him could clearly feel his body shaking.
Similarly, Liu Daming shook his body and panted heavily, and Yang Xiaotao quickly came to his side to support him.
Then he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
The venue was suddenly quiet.
A group of people stared at the two people in confusion.
"Master, master!"
The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions, and tears were streaming down his face.
“Gouzi, Shen Gouzi!”
Liu Daming also pursed his lips and spit out two words.
"Master, I am, I am a dog, I am!"
Plop
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and reached out to hug Liu Daming's leg, "Master, it's me, it's me!"
Liu Daming raised his hand tremblingly and looked in front of him A middle-aged man with the same hair as himself wants to touch it, but what is he afraid of?
He raised his head and tears fell to the ground along his ears.
“Eight years!”
"Eight years!"
Liu Daming said this, but this sentence made the crying middle-aged man even more uncomfortable.
"Master, Master!"
"I know, eight years and three months, I know! Master!"
The middle-aged man cried sadly, a Several other people at the table also had red eyes.
At this moment, another old man came from behind.
A middle-aged man at the table was lowering his head to hold back tears, trying hard to suppress the longing in his heart.
But I heard a familiar name.
“Niu baby, is that you?”
The good guys are like being struck by lightning.
Turning his head suddenly.
"Master. Ah. Master!"
"It's really you, Niu Wazi..."
"Master."
For a moment, I burst into tears. It rains.
Another pair of people hugged each other, crying and laughing.
At this moment, several people at this table looked at other tables, trying to find the faces in their memories.
Some people have even walked down, looking around.
Yang Xiaotao stood between the two groups on the left and right, listening to their conversation and feeling panicked.
Everything in front of you, you don’t have to guess what is going on.
Everyone knew that there was silence.
Looking at the noodle scene, Secretary Wang couldn’t help but sigh, “Xiao Shen, Xiao Li, and the two masters, let’s sit down and talk, sit down and talk.”
Liu Daming will be the apprentice He helped him up and took a closer look at his apprentice whom he had not seen for eight years. The two were sitting together.
"Why is your hair whiter than mine?"
Hearing this, Secretary Wang looked at Xiao Shen with guilt on his face.
Xiao Shen did not answer the master's question, because there was no need to say this at all.
Everyone is the same.
"Master, it's nothing. Why are you here? I didn't expect, I really didn't expect you to come back. If I knew, I, I..."
The voice was choked again, grabbing Liu Daming's hand Hands, harder.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign country is a happy event, let alone meeting one’s own master and relatives?
Liu Daming didn't know what to say, so he just clapped his hands.
“This time we are gathering manpower to support the front line, so I signed up.”
“However, your skills have not fallen behind in these years.”
“No. , Master, an eighth-level fitter, I am also an eighth-level fitter. I have not embarrassed you.”
“Hahaha, okay”
Everyone around them got out of the way, leaving space for the four of them.
Yang Xiaotao returned to his original seat. Hou Baobao looked at Liu Daming and talked about the past.
“This man is Shen Rong, Lao Liu’s apprentice, his most proud disciple, or rather his son.”
“Back then, Shen Rong’s parents died of illness, and he was the only one left. A young man of 18 or 19 entered the steel rolling mill knowing nothing and understanding nothing. It was Lao Liu who led him out step by step. "
"In those years, they were said to be masters and apprentices. , but they have the same affection as father and son.”
"Later, when Guo Jia called him, he signed up and left the steel rolling mill."
Hou Baobao talked about it, and everyone felt uncomfortable hearing it.
“Look at him, he is not yet forty this year, and he looks like this.”
“He has suffered a lot here!”
Everyone looked at the bowl The ramen in the bowl, looking at the two plates of food on the table, made me feel even more panicked.
"Life here is so hard!"
Niu Jianfeng on the side suddenly said.
“In the past few years, many factories moved here to support construction.”
“Later, factories were built and workers came, but the logistics could not keep up. The whole country is tightening their belts, how can there be any extra money? It’s difficult to transport anything on this road, not to mention those years of famine, which made life even more difficult for these people. Bitter, too much!”
Everyone was indifferent.
Yang Xiaotao remembered what he said in his previous life, 'One generation has suffered the hardships of five generations, and one generation has fought the battles of five generations'.
And now, he is also of the same generation.
After waiting for a while, Liu Daming and Shen Rong stabilized their emotions before they came over.
At this time, Liu Daming had a smile on his face, a smile that was lost and found.
In particular, Shen Rong was married and had two sons, which made him even more happy.
It's a pity that the child is no longer around. He came to Jin Gao this time for a mission.
Yang Xiaotao quickly moved his butt aside to get out of the way, and the two sat down next to each other.
"Old Hou, you know the man from our factory." Liu Daming pointed at Hou Baobao, and Shen Rong was somewhat impressed, "Uncle Hou, it's great that you are here too."
"Xiao Shen, you have changed so much over the years, I didn't even recognize you."
"Haha"
"This is the youngest eighth-level fitter in our steel rolling mill, Yang Xiaotao. ”
Liu Daming continued to introduce.
Shen Rong saw Yang Xiaotao's young face and looked at Liu Daming curiously.
"This is, junior brother?"
The table was stunned.
“Hahaha”
Hou Baobao laughed, Liu Daming also blushed, and Yang Xiaotao touched his nose in embarrassment.
"Xiao Shen, if this were your junior brother, Lao Liu could jump to the sky."
Hou Baobao smiled, and the people around him who knew the situation also laughed.
“Go, go, laugh.”
Liu Daming drove away the joker. Seeing this, Shen Rong knew that he had said the wrong thing and quickly explained, “I I came in a hurry and didn’t know the situation. Master, what’s going on?”
Liu Daming shook his head.
“He is self-taught and has the same technical ability as in our factory.”
He said giving a thumbs up.
It was then that Shen Rong reacted, "Sorry, I thought..."
Yang Xiaotao waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. At my age, when I first came here, I was treated as a follower."< br>
"Oh, who made me young?"
As he spoke, he raised his head proudly, and a group of old men around him looked down upon him.
"Hey, tui."
"Bah, who's old?"
Although I don't accept old age, although I envy youth, how can a group of old men pamper you at this time?
Yang Xiaotao immediately shrank his head and started communicating with Shen Rong.
At the table, Shen Rong only said what he could.
In this way, Yang Xiaotao and others also understood the mission this time.
Their coming here is not the end result.
This is still the selection place.
The difference is that they will conduct special training according to the tasks, and only those who meet the standards will complete the final project.
Of course, those who cannot meet the standards will be sent back to their place of origin.
Everyone was sweating in their hearts after hearing this. If they were eliminated, how could they have the face to go back?
……
Under the dim light, the narrow conference room was full of people.
The complexions of these people looked even more yellow under the yellow light bulbs. Many of them had pens and papers in their hands and looked serious.
The middle-aged man in front is wearing a white shirt, as if it has not been changed in these years. When it is dirty, it is washed and the seams are torn. When it is cold, he puts on a cotton-padded jacket, and when it is hot, he rolls up his sleeves.
It seems that this white shirt is the most important thing, and I don't want to take it off for a moment.
And just like him, there is the plaid shirt below.
These clothes have a special meaning.
Wearing them is like, being able to feel your loved ones.
At this moment, whether he is wearing a white shirt or a plaid shirt, his face is solemn.
"The data is correct?"
The white shirt's deep voice sounded, and everyone below looked at each other, and finally looked at the plaid shirt in front of them.
Under the gaze of everyone, the collar of the plaid shirt loosened.
“According to our calculations, the problem in the simulation experiment is that the container cannot remain closed under ultra-high pressure. We estimate that the high pressure must be maintained for at least one second.”
“ If it is shorter than this time, we cannot guarantee the experimental results.”
"In other words, this hidden danger may lead to the failure of the experiment."
"I can't even bear this risk!"
The plaid shirt spoke neither hastily nor slowly, his voice was a little hoarse, and his face was expressionless. He was even more yellowish, and long-term malnutrition made him look even thinner.
Bai Shirt was not surprised when he heard this, because he had known about this for a long time, and he just wanted to confirm it again, because the peripheral manufacturing team was also under great pressure.
"Does anyone have any other comments?"
In the conference room, everyone shook their heads.
The white shirt nodded and then dismissed the meeting.
In the end there were only two people left in the conference room.
"Lao Ran, I hope you are right."
"Did you know that just because of this item, the commander-in-chief typed up the report. Factories across the country dispatched outstanding workers to join the war ! ”
"We are taking the exam in Lanzhou, thousands of miles away."
"If this still goes wrong."
White shirt didn't say much, both of them knew it in their hearts.
“Old Zheng.”
“I understand.”
Plaid shirt solemnly said, "I communicated with the production team that the fused seal they proposed has great hidden dangers."
"Especially under high temperature and high pressure, the thermal expansion and contraction of the object alone is enough Jumped away."
"Besides, I really don't know what they thought when the fuse broke in that environment."
The two fell silent again, and then they both laughed.
Over the years, they have also seen many strange ideas.
"In this case, let's wait for the result."
The white shirt said leisurely, "But, your request, is it to be lowered?"
"Every time I see Mr. Huang from the production team, He asked me if he was right. I avoid him when I eat now. "
"That's your business. I just take care of it."
"Okay, you can do it. It's up to you. Don’t come to me for trouble!”
"Oh, Lao Zheng, what you said about our family's relationship is beyond the pale!"
The plaid shirt suddenly became enthusiastic.
The white shirt also smiled and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
“I asked someone to inquire about this for you.”
“Congratulations, you became a grandpa more than two months ago. Remember to treat me to dinner later!”
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"More than two months? Grandpa? Ah! Hahaha"
"I'm a grandpa!"
After saying that, he grabbed the paper in his plaid shirt and ran out. Why do you care about eating or not? .
“This Lao Ran!”
(End of this chapter)