Courtyard House: From Bloodsucking Jia Zhangshi to Industrial Giant

Chapter 65 Wen Kui Enters the City!

The day after Lao Tian was hospitalized was the day the mini-tiller was officially put into trial production.

Because of the previous incident with the ditching machine, the factory is paying great attention to the mini-tiller project this time.

Not only was a dedicated operating room set up, with no one else allowed to enter, but four security personnel were also specially transferred from the factory's security department to stand guard in two shifts around the clock.

In the workshop filled with various wooden crates and cardboard boxes, Old Ma introduced them to everyone:

"These two are Tong Yan and Gao Zhida, who were transferred from the factory's security department to be in charge of the safety of our project."

Gao Zhida, a veteran of the factory's security department, greeted everyone with a smile: "We're all familiar faces now, so please call me Lao Gao as before. As for this gentleman, this is my new apprentice, Tong Yan, a top student who graduated from the Public Security University."

After the introductions, everyone began their work, and Tong Yan walked briskly to Zhang Chengfei.

"Comrade Zhang Chengfei, we meet again."

Zhang Chengfei smiled: "Isn't that right? I never expected you to be assigned to our factory."

"So we're destined to meet. We'll inevitably have to work together in the future, so we're practically coworkers."

Tong Yan was very talkative and chatted with Zhang Chengfei for quite a while before leaving, only when Lao Gao urged her to.

As soon as he left, Xiao Ke nudged Zhang Chengfei with her elbow and whispered, "You just graduated, and she just graduated too. You're a top student, and she's a top student... Tsk tsk tsk, what a coincidence! Shouldn't you treat them to a meal and create some opportunities for them to get to know each other?"

Zhang Chengfei thought to himself, "We've already met, you don't need to tell me."

However, on the surface, he pretended to be a big shot: "Brother Ke, what are you saying? Right now, I only care about work, I don't mean anything else."

Xiao Ke grinned mischievously: "You didn't mean anything by it, but I think that girl seems to be interested in you."

"You can't just say things like that."

"I'm not making this up. Otherwise, why would that girl ignore everyone else and come all the way here to talk to you?"

"Because she only knows me," Zhang Chengfei said matter-of-factly.

"That's true." Xiao Ke scratched his head, picked up a wrench, and started working.

Hongxing Machinery Factory mainly produces and imitates the engines and other large parts required for Maoxiong agricultural machinery and micro-tillers. The factory itself does not have the ability to manufacture and develop them.

Fortunately, after nine years, especially in 1953, the country invested heavily in heavy industry.

my country is already able to produce these things independently. For the few that cannot be made in-house, we can customize them or have them handcrafted by senior fitters in the factory, provided we have the blueprints drawn by Zhang Chengfei and his team.

Therefore, when all the blueprints were successfully drawn up and trial production began, everything needed for the mini-tiller was already in place.

Old Ma didn't understand any of this. After introducing Tong Yan and Lao Gao to everyone, he spent a while in the control room, feeling rather bored.

One minute he'd ask Zhang Chengfei what he was doing, the next he'd ask Xiao Ke about the working principle of the parts he was assembling.

Finally, their gaze fell on Nie Lan.

Nie Lan was not originally in the project team. After Lao Tian was injured, Lao Ma and Fatty Feng discussed it and transferred a reliable master craftsman from the maintenance team, and also transferred her over. The two of them had their eyes on Lao Tian's absence.

At this moment, watching Nie Lan working with ease, her long braid swinging as she held her tools, Old Ma curiously approached:

"Nie Lan, you graduated from Baocheng Institute of Technology, right? Why didn't you apply to stay in Baocheng after graduation, but instead traveled all the way to our machinery factory?"

Nie Lan, her hands busy, replied calmly, "My family is all in Beijing. It was their idea for me to work in Beijing."

Old Ma's keen intuition led him to notice that she used "到" instead of "回".

Old Ma suddenly became interested and was about to ask another question when Nie Lan interrupted him with a cold face: "Section Chief, if you don't have anything to do, would you like to go out for a stroll?"

"We're all pretty busy with work..." She glanced around at the group of people working enthusiastically, "We really don't have time to chat with you anymore."

Good grief, am I being rejected?

Old Ma suddenly felt like cursing, but he refrained from doing so because the other person was a woman.

He stood up, cleared his throat with his hands behind his back, and said, "Everyone, keep up the good work. I'm going to report to the factory manager."

After saying that, he strode away, glancing at Nie Lan out of the corner of his eye before leaving.

Something's off about this girl; I need to check her resume.

……

On the third day after the mini-tiller began trial production, Zhang Chengfei rode his bicycle to Dongzhimen Station after get off work.

A message came from our hometown, saying that after a family meeting and vote, it was decided that the eldest son of the eldest brother, Zhang Wenkui, who dropped out of junior high school, would come to work in the city.

The family also told Zhang Wenkui which bus he came on. Actually, it didn't matter if they didn't tell him, because in those days, there was only one bus a day from their hometown to Beijing.

Zhang Chengfei rode his bicycle to the station and saw his nephew Wen Kui squatting on the curb in front of the station with a large sack next to him.

The young man had a buzz cut and skin as dark as an African's. When he squatted there, he exuded the naivety of a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.

If this had happened in the 1980s, it would have been stolen and buried in a black coal mine.

Zhang Chengfei slammed on the brakes, and the bicycle stopped in front of Zhang Wenkui.

The latter was idly poking at ants with a twig when he heard the noise, looked up, and exclaimed with delight, "Third Uncle! You've finally arrived!"

The little guy is only sixteen and is still going through puberty. His voice is somewhere between a babyish voice and a hoarse voice, making it extremely distinctive.

Zhang Chengfei chuckled, "Have you been waiting for ages?"

"Only two hours, not long." Zhang Wenkui shook his head, his eyes lingering on the bicycle. "Third Uncle, did you buy this bike?"

Zhang Chengfei nodded: "Yes, a genuine Forever 28-inch bicycle, it cost me all my prize money!"

Zhang Wenkui was excited: "This bike is even better than the one our commune director rides! Third Uncle, please get off and let me try it out!"

Zhang Chengfei got off the bike and was about to hand over the handlebars when he suddenly asked, "Have you ever ridden one before?"

Zhang Wenkui shook his head.

"Then what are you riding for! This is a brand new bike, don't crash it." Zhang Chengfei lightly kicked him in the butt.

"You stingy guy..." Zhang Wenkui rubbed his buttocks and muttered a few words, showing absolutely no respect for Zhang Chengfei.

Zhang Chengfei didn't care at all.

He and Zhang Wenkui are nominally uncle and nephew, but they are actually only two and a half years apart in age. They grew up together and played together since childhood.

Zhang Chengfei peed, Wen Kui played in the mud, and played house with the little girl. Zhang Chengfei was the groom, the little girl was the bride, and Wen Kui was their pet dog...

Given this premise, it would be strange if Zhang Wenkui respected him or treated him as an elder!

In the end, Zhang Wenkui still couldn't get on the bike. He could only sigh and sit on the back seat, watching his third uncle ride the bike with style on the main road of Beijing.