The road from the foot of the mountain to the mountain is a dirt road, about one hundred meters long.

This section of dirt road was not hardened until 1999 when the community started to be built here, and that's how it is now.

Wan Feng parked the car outside the gate, got out of the car and looked at the factory gate first.

The gate is sandwiched between two rows of houses. To the left of the gate is the reception room, and to the right of the gate is a row of houses. The first two houses in the row are girls' dormitories. Four or five girls stayed here at that time.

The rest is the assembly workshop.

This is no different from the way Wan Feng remembers it.

The auto parts factory's factory building and yard are only about 7,000 to 8,000 square meters. As an enterprise, it is considered a small business, similar in size to many enterprises in Nanda Bay.

There is also a large pile of bamboo poles stacked in the middle of the yard.

It used to be a bamboo and hemp factory, but was later merged with automobile parts.

Therefore, bamboo and hemp are also sold here. In layman's terms, bamboos of various specifications are brought in from the south. The bamboo roots are sold to users who build greenhouses. The bamboos are bundled with brooms and sold.

That's what it's for.

There is a guard squatting at the gate, who may be studying the moving of ants. Wan Feng vaguely remembers his surname, Gong, but can't remember his name. He is a very honest person, but he likes to drink. As soon as he drinks, he will brag. That guy is so good at bragging.

The mountains are covered with clouds and mist.

When I woke up, I forgot everything.

A very interesting person.

"Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Wan Feng walking into the gate, Lao Gong greeted him.

"I'm here to discuss business. I want to talk to your factory about the air pump."

The old palace hand pointed south: "The office is at the end."

There is a row of ordinary ridged buildings on the south wall, which are the offices of the auto parts factory. Wan Feng knows this.

Because this factory is located on the top of a mountain, water flows back into the yard. On rainy days, if the rain is a little heavier, water will enter the factory building to the west.

During the year and a half that Wan Feng worked here, his biggest wish was for it to rain.

Wan Feng walked around the pile of bamboo poles in the middle of the yard and came to the office.

In the office, Wan Feng met Yin Laifu, the owner of the auto parts factory.

When Wan Feng worked here, he seemed to have never seen Yin Laifu smile.

Looking at it now, it still smells like that.

Now Wan Feng knows him, but he doesn't know Wan Feng yet.

Wan Feng had nothing to talk to him because he explained his purpose of coming straightforwardly.

Hearing that Wan Feng was the boss of Nanwan Group, Yin Laifu looked at Wan Feng in surprise.

The bosses of Nanwan Group are all very young, but I didn’t expect them to be too young.

"You want to customize a pump. For this, you have to go to the technical department. You go to the technical department, Section Chief Song, and see if he can design it for you."

Wan Feng, Section Chief Song of the Technical Section, is even more familiar. His hometown is from the Crouching Tiger Team.

He was the first person in Wei Village to be admitted to university.

Logically speaking, he can be considered a tragic figure.

It seems that it was 1983 when he was admitted to college. At that time, the Bohai Naval Academy wanted him, but his mother refused to let him go for some reason. In the end, he sadly went to a mechanical college in Shenyang. After graduation, he was assigned to a small factory like this.

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Song Xucheng was stunned when he saw Wan Feng: "Mr. Wan! Why are you here?"

Wan Feng was slightly surprised: "Do you know me?"

"I am from the Crouching Tiger Team. During the Chinese New Year holiday, I went home and went to Nanda Bay. You may not know me, but I know you."

So Wan Feng shook hands with Song Xucheng hypocritically.

"Chief Song, what's going on is that our factory has produced a dump truck with a flat head. The engine is under the driver's building. The 141 air pump from your factory is temporarily used, but this air pump is a bit big and is a bit in the way. We hope

If there is a smaller air pump, please see if you can design a smaller air pump."

In the past, old-fashioned air pumps were driven by belts and had a large transmission pulley.

Wen Guanghua didn't pay attention to this detail when he designed it. Although the position was reserved, the installation always felt awkward.

"A smaller one?"

"Just like in the old 60 tractors, you saw that they didn't have an air pump, so it just needs to be that big."

The air pump of the 518-60 tractor is not driven by a belt, but is fixed on the front end of the fuel pump and connected to the shaft of the fuel pump through a connecting plate.

The air pump is very small, but the air volume is not low.

“I can’t see this clearly even if I don’t go to the scene!”

"Then come to my place and have a look. It's a good time to go home."

"Then I'll go talk to the factory director."

Song Xucheng quickly received approval from the factory director and walked out of the office with Wan Feng.

"Take me to your workshop to have a look."

Wan Feng said casually when passing by the workshop.

This was not a big deal. Song Xucheng took Wan Feng into the machining workshop.

As soon as he entered the workshop, Wan Feng suddenly felt a mixture of emotions.

This workshop has six lathes, two planers, two drilling machines and one milling machine, as well as two boring machines at the door. This is the total assets of the auto parts factory.

Wan Feng knew most of the people in the workshop, but there were only a few people Wan Feng didn't know.

When he saw the man working on the second of the six old-fashioned lathes in front of him, his eyes became a little wet.

That was a man in his fifties, his former master: Lai Dexiang, a man who liked to drink and had a hot temper but was a very nice person.

If Wan Feng remembers correctly, he retired in 1994, and then worked as a three-wheeler on the streets of the county town, earning ten or eight yuan a day.

Later... later...

Wan Feng left the factory in early 1995. After leaving the factory, he had little contact with his master.

Wang Chunjiang, who had the best relationship with him in this workshop, was also there. He was a lathe like Wan Feng, and he was next to Wan Feng. He was on bed No. 3, and he was looking at Wan Feng curiously.

Except for these two people, the rest of the people have a normal relationship with Wan Feng, and the one who is a little more advanced is the grinder Jiang Yun.

Wan Feng walked around the workshop and finally stopped between the lathes of Lai Dexiang and Wang Chunjiang, watching them work.

"Master, your craftsmanship is very good!"

Lai Dexiang chuckled: "It's not bad, I'll just make a living."

"Master, how much do you earn per month?"

"It's a mess that adds up to 1,578 yuan."

Wan Feng nodded, then looked at Wang Chunjiang and said, "This master is also very good at his craftsmanship and works really neatly."

Wang Chunjiang has two small mustaches and a very funny smile.

Wang Chunjiang's family lived near Hongya Miaoling. Wan Feng slept and ate at his house, and even went out to fight with Wang Chunjiang.

You heard it right, it is indeed a war, or a group war.

It's just that Wan Feng was so hopeless at that time that he almost pissed himself with fear.

That's not to say that I was scared to pee, but I really almost peed my pants. If I had to say how far it was from peeing in my pants.

Wanfeng can accurately say that the difference is only about the size of a soybean.
Chapter completed!