This makes Yi Chuanzong so happy. He actually has this ability. Then swinging a sledgehammer is a good job!

He quickly swung the sledgehammer and shouted essentially: "Eighty!"

clang!

"eighty!"

clang!

"eighty!"

clang!

Yan Jiecheng and Yu Ziyi over there were already shocked. Is this how this job was done?

After filling it up, one hammer?

What a joke?

This is not a work done by brute force at all. If it is plugged in, only the workpiece pressed by the hydraulic press can be deformed.

"eighty!"

clang!

There was a faint sound coming from his ears. Yan Jiecheng and Yu Ziyi looked at each other silently, then picked up the hammer, smashed it and shouted at the top of their throat, "Eighty!"

clang!

After one blow, Yan Jiecheng was silent.

This is not a question of shouting slogans! Indeed, I feel a little more powerful when shouting slogans, but the workpieces are not much in. There are still two centimeters exposed outside. The most difficult thing to smash is always behind.

"Haha, Yan Jiecheng, what are you three doing? What is the slogan of eighty?" A tall and thin coworker in the distance smiled.

"You three are quite united, so united!" Another coworker smiled.

When the words were opened, the workers all added, "Don't say it, it feels quite energetic to shout these eighty."

The Yi Chuanzong turned around and nodded with a smile, saying hello to them.

Yan Jiecheng rolled his eyes and said to himself: "You idiots are gloating, you don't need to swing a sledgehammer now!"

clang!

With the last slight sound, Yi Chuanzong had already smashed a large steel plate. He straightened his waist and said with satisfaction: "Isn't it very difficult?"

Yan Jiecheng's mouth twitched violently, it was not difficult, it was not difficult to get rid of people!

At this time, the Yi Chuanzong had already arrived at another large steel plate next to him. He was leisurely stuffing cylindrical workpieces inside, which was not difficult. He just stuffed them in and then pressed them a little.

This time he was not going to smash one by one. He was going to stuff the remaining nine large steel plates first, and then he only needed to swing another 135 hammers.

The main reason is that he felt unsatisfied, and he could only swing fifteen hammers separately. This fifteen-pound big hammer is not as heavy as the old lady. He can't even warm up, so he is bored!

Yu Ziyi silently looked at the large steel plate full of workpieces, and decided to do his job first. It was very difficult for him to have other people's easy work.

Yesterday he had a day of smashing his back hurt in the middle of the night, his arms were sore, and he couldn't straighten his waist in the morning, and the muscles on both arms were stiff. Today, he had to do a while to get better.

Yan Jiecheng glanced at Yi Chuanzong, smashed the workpiece absent-mindedly, and his eyes turned lit up immediately, so he walked slowly over and whispered: "Chuanzong."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Yi Chuanzong asked casually, continuing to stuff workpieces into the large steel plate.

Yan Jiecheng smiled flatteringly and said, "Can you hammer me twice after you smash it in a while?"

"Huh?" Yi Chuanzong's face suddenly became sober, and he raised his head to look at his cunning look.

You're thinking about nothing!

A rival in love dares to come and ask for help?

However, Yi Chuanzong was generous and decided to help him well.

So he said solemnly: "Liberation, do you know who we are working for now? Do you know who paid us a salary? If I help you, it would be a cheating person. How can you become a regular? Your conscience will also condemn yourself at night! Do your work by yourself! This is the glory of our workers!..."

Yan Jiecheng was stunned by his words, and in the end, he went back and swung the sledgehammer for some reason.

Yi Chuanzong sneered, plotting against him, and even wanted him to help? He didn't have the time to do other jobs after swinging the hammer.

He found that even if he did not use the designated skill card, he seemed to learn very quickly, so he should work harder, become a formal worker early and be self-sufficient early.

In less than ten minutes, Yi Chuanzong had stuffed all the workpieces into the holes. He straightened his waist and looked at the large steel plates protruding from the workpieces, and he was eager to try it out.

A real man should lift a bodyweight!

He could no longer hold back his surging power!

Ahhhh!

Habitually spitting a little spit into my hands and rubbing them with both hands. This is a standard activity in the countryside. I followed the villagers to shout slogans and do farm work together. This little habit was learned involuntarily.

Yi Chuanzong grabbed the hammer and carried it on his shoulders, then planned the direction of the hammer, and roughly understood, he began to act.

There were clamors in the workshop again, and the clanging sound of steel collisions hitting the rhythm.

"eighty!"

clang!

"eighty!"

clang!

...

The Yi Chuanzong's voice was very loud, as if it was squeezed out of his chest cavity. It sounded very hard, and it matched the sound of a hammer swinging very perfectly.

The nearby workers also began to work at this pace for a while.

"Fuck! It's so big!"

Yuan Qiao in the grinding workshop cursed, saying that although there is no need to deduct money to damage a workpiece, it must be within the standard. Otherwise, it will be a bad workpiece, and he will only be an apprentice for the rest of his life. If the circumstances are serious, there is also the risk of being fired.

He was in poor condition after swinging the hammer for a day yesterday. His arms were swollen and he didn't count the strength in his hands. He held the file and polished it back and forth along the beat, and it was unknowingly.

He stood up angrily, wanting to stop shouting from Yi Chuanzong. Not all work can be done well with rhythm. Some work with slightly higher precision requires concentration, especially an apprentice who is not very skilled.

But when he turned his head, he was stunned.

Yi Chuanzong smashed the workpiece in with one hammer, and then turned it slightly, and another workpiece was another.

The job he did yesterday was not like this at all. Which workpiece was smashed into was not a good posture and swung him twenty or thirty hammers in a row?

Why is Yi Chuanzong so easy?

Could it be that Master Yi is the reason that the batch of workpieces arranged by Director Wang is easier to smash?

Jealousy in his heart, Yuan Qiao subconsciously ignored Yan Jiecheng and Yu Ziyi who were struggling to hammer the workpiece. The two of them had a relatively low sound of beating.

Yuan Qiao pulled the coworker next to him and said sourly: "Shi Hang, look over there!"

"What's wrong? Isn't it just swinging a sledgehammer? Isn't it because I haven't swung it?" Shi Hang replied absent-mindedly, his mind on the grinding workpiece in his hand.

Now everyone has records of workpieces. Those who take over these workpieces for secondary grinding are those fitters with better skills. If you carefully improve your skills, you may be praised. If you have a good reputation for your serious work, you will have a greater chance of becoming a regular.

Yuan Qiao said jealously: "You have been here this year and you must have swung the sledgehammer twice. See if the batch of his workpieces are wrong?"

"The workpiece is wrong?" Shi Hang's heart suddenly tightened. This was related to the accuracy of production.

The large steel plates are all produced and transported from the workshop in front. If something is wrong, it is not a simple problem with the iron plate. It is very likely that the machine has problems, and the batches of workpieces are incorrect in accuracy. This is a big deal!

The process corresponds to the front and back, and timely feedback is required. If there is a problem with the machine, it must be reported in time. Why are the people in the workshop in front so careless?

As he complained in his heart, he quickly turned his head. His eyelids trembled again at this glance. Whoever smashed the big steel plate knew that it was not so easy at all. However, after looking at Yan Jiecheng and Yu Ziyi next to him, he felt that it seemed normal again.

To be cautious, Shi Hang said in a deep voice: "Let's go and let's go and take a look!"

Of course, Yuan Qiao would not object. His arms were still sore now, but after watching for a while, he realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly followed him to the other side.

"Shitou, what are you doing? Didn't you just go to work?" A coworker opposite looked at them and said.

Shi Hang didn't say anything, but just pointed at the other side with a gloomy face.

When the worker opposite saw it, he felt panicked and followed directly. He had done this job.

As soon as there were more people, some of the workers who were working also noticed something abnormal. Finally, twenty or thirty workers walked towards the east gate in groups.

The Yi Chuan Sect was still smashing hard, shouting: "Eighty!"
Chapter completed!