This is an office of about ten square meters. The walls are relatively new and the layer of putty is very white.

The office is very simple, with two yellow desks working side by side as a desk, and a black wooden frame with different colors next to it.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

There was a knock on the door, and a question came from outside the door, "Teacher, are you there?"

In front of a simple desk, a gray-haired elder looked down at a document on the table. With his other hand, he was writing and drawing on the white paper. The words on the white paper were completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.

formulas and graphs.

The sound outside the door slowed down for four or five seconds before the elder at the desk broke away from his thoughtful state. He raised his head and said, "Shangshi? Come in."

squeak.

The door opened and a young man in his thirties walked in.

He has an honest and honest face, and he also wears a pair of black round glasses. He looks more elegant, but his cardigan is messy. Because he is walking in a hurry, the documents he is holding are also rattling.

Sound.

"You're up so early. Can I bring you breakfast?"

The gray-haired old man smiled carelessly and said, "It's still early now. I'll go get something to eat later. Why did you come to me so early today? It seems like you didn't sleep yesterday, okay?"

Shang Shi curled his lips and said he would eat later, but he would forget to eat when the food was placed in front of him.

Thinking of this design that he accidentally discovered, Shang Shi couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Teacher, there is a problem that has been bothering me for a long time. I discovered this when I was looking at the failed designs in the archives some time ago."

He raised his hand and raised the document in his hand, and continued helplessly: "At first glance, I found that his design was very similar to the mistakes I made before. I originally wanted to check it to deepen my impression, or through error checking

to check whether you have the same error."

"However, after I read it carefully, I found that this design drawing was not the same as the mistake I made. After thinking to no avail, I analyzed the design concept of each part and calculated each data.

But I can’t figure it out. It seems to be right, but it also seems to be wrong.”

"I have been thinking about it for a whole week since I compiled all the data. On the contrary, I feel that all parts of the design are correct, but the data does not lie. This is a failure. There is no way, I can only

I'm asking for your help. This is the original, this is my analysis of each part, and this is the various data of the equipment."

Hearing Shang Shi's description, the gray-haired elder took over the document in front of him with great interest.

He knows what Shang Shi is like. Under his ordinary appearance, he has a very cautious and proud heart. As long as he asks some questions, the student will definitely be able to figure it out. At most, it will take more time.

The tenacity of inquiry is extremely valuable.

At this point, a complete design is in front of you, but you can't even analyze it, so you have to ask for help?

When he saw the design for the first time, Shangshi nodded slightly. Now the complete design has to be finalized and no major changes will be made. It is very rare that this design is similar to those designed by many of their scientific researchers.

It’s no wonder that fashion designers carefully look through a pile of discarded designs. Personal work must not be delayed. This design has certain reference value!

After looking at it for a few times, the gray-haired old man couldn't help but frowned and murmured: "It's indeed a bit weird. No wonder you came to me. Students are not easy to teach. In a few years, you will surpass me.

." As he said that, he began to look up the data analysis.

Shangshi quickly said respectfully: "Thanks to you, teacher, for guiding me."

The gray-haired old man frowned even more after seeing the complete data and analysis of the design.

He taught all the methods and compiled them in detail. He did it and it was just like this. However, there was a lot of data to support it, and it turned out to be somewhat specious. This time, the students really gave me a difficult problem!

He couldn't help but asked leisurely: "How long did it take to organize these things?"

Shang Shi scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "I spent all my free time for two months doing this, and later I even roped in two colleagues to help me tidy it up."

The gray-haired old man nodded. He had now seen the parts compiled by others. The writing habits and arrangement were indeed somewhat different, but it was not a big problem as long as the content was correct.

After watching it for a while, he felt that things were not that simple anymore, so he pointed to the square chair beside him and said, "Sit down too. I'm afraid I need to conduct a data analysis to find the problem!"

Shang Shi quickly sat down, and at this time he couldn't help but feel dozed off.

There was no way, he could never make mistakes in his usual work, and he could tolerate the lack of rest time, but it was not possible when the complete data came out. He got into a mystery from the first day of analysis, and couldn't sleep for seven days in a row.

, he was still thinking while he was half asleep and half awake. As a result, he fell deeper and deeper, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

Afraid of delaying his daily work, otherwise he would still be struggling!

If you figure it out yourself and give the answer to the teacher, you will gain completely different benefits from learning, research, and the accumulation of your own confidence.

Now his knowledge and exploring unknown and challenging work are very valuable!

The room fell into silence. At 5:30 in the morning, Shang Shi was lying on the table but could not resist the sleepiness. He handed over the problem to the teacher. Once his mind stopped, he could no longer move, and he fell into a trap unknowingly.

While sleeping.

Time passes slowly.

An hour and a half later, it was a little past seven in the morning here, but it was already eight in Sijiu City.

The third rolling mill.

Director Yang walked towards the office on the third floor with a gloomy look. On the way, countless office workers were silent.

At this time, Director Yang was furious. He said that yesterday the director of the Women's Federation and a team of leaders came directly to his door to make a surprise attack. After asking around last night, he finally got the answer from his mother-in-law. It turned out to be Yi Chuanzong.

What a mess!

He is so tolerant of this kid!

Not only did they give him a platform in the factory to help him get revenge, but he always turned a blind eye and ran away after finishing his work.

He was very tolerant even when he knew that this kid would play with rocks without doing his job after returning home. After all, young people love to play. After work is done, it doesn't matter if he has some entertainment.

Even though he was fooled that day, he didn't even get angry.

On the way to the ministry meeting the day before yesterday, I just wanted to grab this guy's tail, but he stopped and pretended to be deaf. After he finished scolding me, he just smiled and felt slippery.

The two of them had a good time communicating. Except for that time when they had a tense time in the office, everything was going well.

Young, talented, a little clever, and quite good at getting things done.

As long as he is asked to clean up, he is willing to take care of it, and he is also willing to help with some things.

As a result, just yesterday, this guy quietly recruited people from the Women's Federation, which was the Women's Federation. Even though the director there was at the same level as him, given his status, he was a little frightened when he saw it.

What's more, there was a group of people yesterday! She was a woman. He smiled so hard that he didn't feel better even after returning home from get off work.

Although this is a bit unexpected.

The ancestral mother also explained that originally she just wanted to call a few colleagues and sisters to discuss how to deal with it.

As a result, Qin Huairu cried so hard and shouted so resentfully that everyone in the office felt the same way, so how could she hold back? There was a burst of sobbing from the office to the corridor.

The people in the entire unit behind were filled with indignation and excitement, and they immediately attracted the boss over. This was something the Clan Mother did not expect.

She was a little confused even when someone was asked to take charge of this matter. It was not her turn to take charge here.

When I was doing something at the back, I was relieved, so I just summoned people to kill him at the door.

This led to the scene yesterday.

But Director Yang was still a little angry.

At least talk to him!

Issues related to women are difficult for him to deal with. He can figure it out and understand it with someone else, but at least let him make preparations in advance.

It's better now. There was a sudden wave of attacks. The director did not move, but the two deputy directors were suspended from their duties. A dozen apprentice workers were notified of criticism and successfully registered their names in the organization. They were almost banned from top to bottom.

After people lifted it up, the atmosphere in the factory suddenly became tense again.

The third rolling mill has once again become the focus.

How many days has he just had some free time?

Sitting on his desk, Director Yang smoked a cigarette silently.

According to his habit, official matters are not too much, but the most difficult things to deal with are the internal matters in the factory.

A sudden attack revealed a lot of things in the factory. The trouble has just begun! He can't deal with it too quickly now.

Like last time, it will take almost another two months!

Now, Director Yang's mind is in a mess. He didn't sleep well last night, and he still hasn't straightened things out now.

As he thought about it, he began to have a headache. Director Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples. Feeling angry, he threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray without extinguishing it. He slammed the table in front of him.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

Director Yang shouted to the door, "Hua Zhong!"

squeak.

The door opened, and Hua Zhong hurriedly walked in from the outside, bowed slightly, and said carefully: "Director, what are your plans?"

Factory Director Yang pointed his hand in the direction of the wall and shouted angrily, "Go and call that bastard from the advanced workshop!"

"yes!"

In response, Hua Zhong quickly exited and closed the door. As the secretary, how could he not understand Factory Director Yang's current mood?
To be continued...