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Chapter 3 Level 7 worker blatantly lies
Meanwhile, after leaving the machinery factory, Chen Weiguo went straight to Wangfujing Department Store.
He spent some time selecting.
Finally, I settled on a shiny black Forever brand 28-inch motorcycle.
The wheels are large, and when pushed, the chain makes a crisp clicking sound.
The Shanghai-made Forever brand was a flagship brand among domestically produced bicycles of that era.
Chen Weiguo spent a full 160 yuan to get it.
An average worker earns only about 30 yuan a month.
To buy this car, you'd have to save up for at least half a year without eating or drinking.
Moreover, money alone is not enough.
A bicycle ticket is required.
A large factory with a thousand employees might only receive a few tickets a year.
Many people want to buy bicycles but can only wait.
The salesperson took the money, gave him a receipt, and specifically reminded him, "New cars need to be stamped with a police seal at the police station, otherwise you won't be able to find them if they get lost."
These days, a bicycle is a big-ticket item.
Just like cars in later generations, the stamp is the vehicle registration certificate.
Chen Weiguo thanked them, went to the police station to get his stamp, and then rode his bicycle back to his doorstep.
Riding a new bike is so much fun!
Many people on the street were turning around to look at him.
This is even cooler than driving a sports car in later generations.
After arriving home, he parked his new car in front of his house.
Chen Weihong went to school and won't be home for lunch.
He just cooked a simple dish for himself and made do with it.
Before we had finished eating, we heard a commotion in the yard.
"Hey, whose bicycle is this?"
"Aunt Wang, I just bought it."
Chen Weiguo came out carrying a bowl and said with a smile.
Aunt Wang circled the car twice: "You just got home yesterday, and you've already bought the car today?"
A retired woman with a cane came over and asked, "This must cost over 100 yuan, right?"
"The additional votes bring the total to exactly 160."
"160?"
The crowd began to discuss it.
An average worker's monthly salary is only about 30 yuan.
If you want to buy a bicycle, you have to save up for at least half a year without eating or drinking.
Moreover, having money alone is not enough; you also need tickets.
Getting a bicycle ticket isn't an easy thing.
Aunt Wang asked curiously, "Weiguo, were you an officer in the army?"
Chen Weiguo shook his head: "I'm just a maintenance soldier."
"A repairman can afford a bicycle? Don't try to fool me."
Chen Weiguo casually explained, "It was a gift from the battalion commander."
Everyone could only look on with envy.
……
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Chen Weiguo rode his bicycle back to the machinery factory.
When Director Qian of the Personnel Department took one look, he recognized the kid.
He came in carrying me by my arms and hands, without even offering me a cigarette.
When someone comes to us for help, we always bring a small gift as a token of our appreciation.
That kid's something else, he came twice empty-handed.
Director Qian's anger was rising rapidly.
With a forced smile, he said, "Alright, I've already arranged the assessment for you. Go to the machine repair workshop and find Master Wang to assess you; just mention my name."
Chen Weiguo responded.
He also noticed the "good luck" look in Director Qian's eyes.
There's not much to say to this kind of person.
……
The machine repair workshop is located at the east end of the factory area.
The lathe rumbled loudly.
Wang Chang'an is a level seven technician in the workshop, and he is in his fifties.
He was squatting in front of the worktable, working at that moment.
Chen Weiguo asked around to find out who Master Wang was, and then came up to him: "Master Wang, Director Qian asked me to come and assess you."
Wang Chang'an sized him up: "You're the Chen Weiguo that Director Qian mentioned?"
Chen Weiguo nodded.
Wang Chang'an didn't say anything, but he sighed inwardly.
In the morning, Director Qian specifically spoke with him and gave him some instructions.
This kid doesn't know what's good for him; we need to keep him in check during the assessment.
What can a worker like him do?
Especially regarding his son's promotion, he still needs Director Qian's help.
Therefore, he had no choice but to do as Director Qian instructed.
Wang Chang'an sighed and led Chen Weiguo to a pile of unfinished parts.
"Your assessment task is to machine a gearbox housing. The flatness error must not exceed two microns, the surface finish must be B4, and the accuracy of the mating holes must reach N7. You have two hours. Go and do it."
The workers at the surrounding stations, seeing this, started discussing it curiously.
"Two strands? Is Master Wang testing a newbie with a level-five worker's job?"
"I only dared to touch this after eight years of working with the N7. Isn't Master Wang bullying me?"
"..."
Wang Chang'an didn't say anything.
Because he did it on purpose.
Only by raising the difficulty level can they have a reason to say you're a step behind and lower your level.
Otherwise, if I were to suppress someone's rank out of thin air, I wouldn't know where to put my face.
Chen Weiguo rolled up his sleeves, went to the worktable, and started working.
The workers in the workshop unknowingly gathered around.
At first there were two or three, then four or five.
Later, several machine tools around stopped and everyone came to watch the spectacle.
While Chen Weiguo was working, an old worker leaned close to his second apprentice and pointed out, "Look at his filing technique, whether it's a light or a firm filing, his hands are so clean and decisive. I don't think it would take more than ten years to develop this skill."
The apprentice's eyes widened: "Master, how old is he?"
"That's why it's so weird."
Another foreman chimed in, "Look at his drilling technique! The drill bit goes down without veering off course. We do this every day in the workshop, how many of us can do it as steadily as him?"
The crowd grew quieter and quieter as they watched.
An hour and a half later.
Chen Weiguo took off his gloves and said to Wang Chang'an, "I'm done. Master Wang, please check it."
The crowd immediately started talking.
"You finished the work in less than two hours?"
"This skill level is at least a level six craftsman."
"If it were me, I definitely couldn't have done it this fast."
"I just don't know how good his work is."
"I don't think it will be bad."
"..."
Wang Chang'an walked over with mixed feelings.
Pick up the micrometer and begin checking the flatness error.
What? Only half a strand?
What does half a strand mean? It's only one-tenth of a single strand of hair.
His standard was two strands, and this kid did four times that!
Next, Wang Chang'an tested the first, second, and third tests.
He simply couldn't believe that this kid could handle all the flatness errors so well.
However, the more Wang Chang'an tested, the uglier his expression became.
Because all the flatness errors that Chen Weiguo made were within his requirements.
In fact, most of the indicators were much higher than the standards he set.
That was a really nice job.
To put it bluntly, even if he did it himself, he might not be able to reach this level in such a short time.
It's not that he's not skilled enough.
Rather, it's because he's too old and his physical strength isn't up to the task.
However, even though he did a good job, he still had to follow Director Qian's instructions.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to ask Director Qian about my son's promotion.
Wang Chang'an cleared his throat: "Overall, it's alright. But there are some minor tool marks on the surface, and the smoothness is a bit lacking. The chamfering of the positioning holes you did also has a slight over-removal of material. Overall, I'd give you a level four."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar.
"Level four? Those knife marks can be easily rubbed away with sandpaper. You call that a flaw?"
"Even if it has blade patterns, it must be at least level five! This far exceeds level four."
"Does Master Wang think we're blind?"
"..."