In the workshop, the roar of machines was as noisy as usual.

In fact, there is a certain pattern to such noise.

A grinder was operating very rhythmically, with a crackling sound divided into three high-pitched sounds and two low-pitched sounds, with orange sparks flying all the way around in a very regular cycle.

At this time, it is a foot that operates the wheel.

In front of the grinder is a bench and small square table.

Yi Chuanzong was lying leisurely on the bench with a pillow under his head, which Sister Hua had sewn for him.

His crossed legs and crossed feet stepped on the wheel and turned in circles.

It's just a grinder, your feet are enough.

Beside Yi Chuanzong, Liu Yuan sat in front of the small square table and did his homework.

Today, his work was completed in the morning, and the parts he is processing now belong to his apprentice.

The master works, and the apprentice cannot be idle. Learning is what the apprentice should do.

Neither of them spoke, one was doing the questions seriously and the other was grinding the pieces with his feet. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.

At this moment, a strong middle-aged worker walked over. He saw the scene here from a distance and did not feel any dissatisfaction in his heart.

Master Li sighed inwardly, "As expected of Master Yi, the standard of grinding the parts with his feet is better than ours, and it is also faster than ours. I heard that Master Yi was very serious about his work before, but he is doing this on purpose, right?"

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A master master was demoted and was notified to the entire audience. There were a lot of rumors in the factory. How could he not be dissatisfied?

He knew that something was definitely going on here, and judging from this attitude, he might go back in a few days. By then, they would be in a separate small workshop, even if they were lying down and working, no one would talk, so it would be their turn to gossip here.

What's more, he came here to ask for advice. If someone can help him, how can he criticize others?

Even if you come to ask questions, only the masters in the workshop are qualified.

As for those apprentices, Yi Chuanzong's original words were, "My apprentices all have a solid foundation. If you follow them, you will be right. If you don't understand, just ask them. If I teach them wrong, I will slap three of them."

Walking up to him, Master Li asked humbly: "Master Yi, what do you think of the workpieces I produced this time? Is it a lot better than last time?"

He passed the assessment this time, but he was not among those promoted. It can only be said that his skills are not perfect enough. He wants to make up for his shortcomings and be promoted successfully in the next assessment.

It is always a good thing to improve technology, mainly because no one has trouble with money.

Yi Chuanzong was bored. If someone came to ask questions, of course he would not refuse.

"Let me see."

As soon as he reached out, he took the workpiece over. It was an "I"-shaped buckle. Yi Chuanzong took the measuring tool handed over to him to check the size, and then reached out and touched the workpiece.

In this way, Yi Chuanzong almost had an idea. He took the workpiece and talked about the other party's possible habits and some things that needed attention.

Master Li listened carefully, sometimes with a thoughtful look on his face, and sometimes with a look of confusion on his face.

After thanking him, Master Li returned to his work station thoughtfully.

People often come to ask for advice these days, and Liu Yuan is not surprised. This matter has no impact on him at all.

When he raised his head and looked at the crimson cigarette case and the golden tower printed in the middle, he was inevitably a little distracted.

It doesn't matter if it's just expensive. When he has money, he will bite the bullet and buy a box. But he can't buy this thing, but he can taste it. The cigarettes are the same, but the taste of each cigarette is different.

After looking at it several times, Liu Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, can you put this cigarette away? It is too easy to distract me when it is placed in front of me."

Yi Chuanzong glanced briefly, and then took the cigarette case from the table.

Liu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. The Chinese smoke was placed in front of him, just like a roasted chicken. He could stretch out his hand and take a bite. However, this roasted chicken was not his.

After Yi Chuanzong took out a cigarette, he stood the cigarette case in front of Liu Yuan again, lit one happily, and said leisurely: "One must withstand the temptation and endure the loneliness, only then can one succeed. The hardships in front of him

It’s all for your own good.”

After saying that, Yi Chuanzong rubbed his body on the bench and took another puff. Hiss, it felt so good.

When Liu Yuan saw the master's expression of enjoyment, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely. Was this for his own good? He didn't want to be tempted!

Taking a deep breath, Liu Yuan adjusted himself and prepared to continue completing his homework. He was almost finished. It was a fulfilling study! He was so happy! Tears were streaming down his face.

If it weren't for the forty-five-and-two dollars when he received his salary, which was too real, and the envious eyes of countless workers were so sour, and he would have been extremely proud in his heart, he wouldn't do this homework no matter what!

Yi Chuanzong's usual words of supervision are very simple, 'Fifty-two yuan and eight. Sixty-one yuan and seven. Seventy-two yuan and three. Eighty-four yuan and five. Ninety-nine yuan! How much do you want to take?'

Liu Yuan is not a child. He has a good understanding of this money. After hearing this, he was filled with endless motivation!

Yi Chuanzong snickered, took a puff of cigarette silently, then slowly retracted his feet, curled up sideways on the bench, as if he was smoking a cigarette.

"Don't write it yet. This workpiece is finished. Go and replace it with the next one. Come back and write it after the adjustment is completed."

Liu Yuan raised his head expressionlessly and whispered one word, "Oh."

The work is his, and the work must be completed.

After getting up and changing the workpiece, he adjusted the grinder. When his foot rested on the runner again, Liu Yuan returned to his little horse to continue his work.

After a while, Liu Yuan finally finished, and he said softly: "Master, please check it."

"Um."

Yi Chuanzong opened his eyes, reached out and took out a subject book, and quickly read through it. He nodded with satisfaction, "It's not bad, I did a good job this time."

Throwing the subject book on the table, Yi Chuanzong stretched and straightened up, yawned, reached for the large tea bowl on the table and took a sip, then slowly retracted his legs.

"There are three more. You can grind them out. I'll go see how those two boys are doing."

"Okay, master." Liu Yuan took over the work of the grinder.

After standing up and stretching his shoulders and neck, Yi Chuanzong muttered, "My head feels heavy when I lie down all the time. Tomorrow you will take over the work of sitting down."

"Okay." Liu Yuan responded.

Yi Chuanzong reached for the teapot and clamped it on his arm, put the cigarette in his pocket, slowly turned around and looked around the workshop, then raised his feet and walked towards Gong Zhoujie steadily and forcefully.

Nowadays, his posture is lazy when he is working, and he puts on airs when he has nothing to do, which is exactly the opposite of before.

Needless to say, this really gives you the feeling of a leader. You can show off your authority in front of others, but feel relaxed and comfortable behind others. You can just do your work casually.

Although he has assessment standards, he can still do the work of a fourth-level fitter with his eyes closed.

I spent another afternoon hanging out in the workshop.

Today's working hours are over.

Apart from not being able to skip work early, it is still very comfortable to work.

Yi Chuanzong put on the airs of a leader and walked forward slowly and vigorously. He looked serious when he saw people on the road, as if the leader came to inspect the work.

This gesture is really a bit off-putting. Except for some relatively familiar co-workers, it is completely different from the past where a group of people greeted each other when meeting.

There were also many workers who pointed fingers.

"Look at him like that. He's been demoted. What's wrong with him?"

"The salary has become fifty-two yuan and eighty yuan again. This time I can't even afford to eat. I'm still pretending here."

"Who are you showing off to? Who are you trying to flirt with?"

“I still think I’m a factory master!”

"The higher you rise, the harder you fall. Before, I felt that this person rose too fast. But this time it's better. He didn't have the skills to be brushed off. He was still criticized in the factory. How do you say that?

, don’t take up the porcelain job without diamonds.”

"I see, if he can do this job right now, it will be good."

Yi Chuanzong still moved forward at the pace of a dragon and a tiger.

He couldn't hear other people's discussions in the distance, but he also knew that some people had bad things in their mouths.

Originally, he was too dazzling.

Half a year, seventh level worker.

The road that others could never complete in their lifetime was completed by him.

It is normal for these workers to be envious and jealous. If they are not envious, jealous, and have no awkwardness in their hearts, then they are not human beings, they are saints.

If he is good, these people will naturally not dare to say anything bad about a master. The skills are there and the status is there. If they say that others are not good, they will be regarded as a clown by others.

It's different now.

Criticisms are circulated in the factory. This thing is powerful and the credibility is too strong. People who are a little uncomfortable can easily vent their dissatisfaction through this, and naturally they can say whatever they want.

Yi Chuanzong didn't care about this. He had already established a firm foothold after being here for half a year. He had a wife and a child soon. How would he care what outsiders thought?

A good reputation is naturally a good thing, but a bad reputation is nothing. Who do people comment on him? It's just gossip.

On the surface, he is a seventh-level fitter, but he will listen to the quarrel between some apprentices and ordinary workers?

The higher the man stands, the more naturally it is white, black, and red. He can clearly see this.

If some big leaders really criticize him, maybe he will take it to some extent and correct his mistakes. That's okay.

Some apprentices were chattering and whining for no apparent reason, and when they saw Director Li putting on his little shoes, they got angry at him.
To be continued...