Quickly wear it with your skills

"This is a real honor for the department. If it's published, it will bring honor to our entire factory. But getting published isn't easy. This guy has submitted several papers, but they were rejected."

Yang Weihong hugged Chen Qiming who was standing beside him. Chen Qiming didn't feel embarrassed when he said that, and pushed his glasses up. "It's true that I submitted four papers and none of them were accepted. I'm revising the fifth one these days, and I didn't think there was much hope.

But now that I hear you say that, I have some feelings too. We writers should connect with the working people on the front lines, otherwise it will be too empty and pretentious."

He said it seriously, and he wasn't being yin or yang.

"Okay, you young ones can go if you want. I, an old guy, will be guarding the office. I will send someone to find you if there is anything." Zhao Shigui blew the water in the teacup, looking relaxed and comfortable.

"I'll stay here too." Bai Shuang spoke so concisely.

Hearing the two elders in the office say this, Yang Weihong immediately perked up. "Okay, okay, let's go downstairs and take a walk." After saying this, he patted himself.

"No, no, we're going down to collect some folk songs." The man who said this was not idle while packing up his things. Because of his suggestion, all those who were unable to sit still packed up their things and went down.

As for where you went, no one asked. I believe that as long as you don't leave the factory, there shouldn't be any big problems.

Lan Hanlu really went to the workshop. Large steel mills have hot rolling workshops, cold rolling workshops, steelmaking workshops, finishing workshops, machine repair workshops, etc.

She held a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, but as soon as she entered the workshop, she was stopped. The steel mill is a key enterprise, and the precautions and confidentiality measures are well publicized.

At this time, people took it as an honor to catch a spy. "You, you, yes, I'm talking to you, stop right there." Lan Hanlu turned around when she heard the voice and saw an old man with bronze skin, not tall but strong.

She called him an old man because he looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but Lan Hanlu knew that people these days thought he was too old, but that was not her concern right now.

"Why are you here, little girl? You look unfamiliar. Which department are you from?" The old man didn't say that he was from the field, because the security department's inspection is quite strict.

Lan Hanlu smiled sweetly and softly, "Hello, Master. I am the new officer of the Propaganda Department. My name is Lan Hanlu." As she spoke, she wrote on the notebook and took out her ID from her pocket.

She handed it to the dark-faced old man in front of her. The old man looked at her carefully, didn't notice anything, took the document and looked at it, confirmed that there was no problem, and handed the document back to her.

"Okay, go back to your department. What are you doing here? What if we run into you again?" Although he was sure of his identity, the old man still waved his hands irritably.

Then he walked straight ahead, about to enter the workshop. Lan Hanlu quickly stretched out her arm to stop him, "Master, Master, please don't be anxious." Although the old man was impatient, he was embarrassed to lose his temper when he saw the girl was so soft.

Lan Hanlu saw the old man stop and quickly told him her purpose. The old man had a bad temper and was kicked out before she could explain herself clearly.

"Excuse me, Master. Our Propaganda Department has a report submission task, so I wanted to come down and see how our frontline workers are doing.

After all, I work at our steel mill, so of course I have to write about our situation in the report. And of course, you, the frontline workers, are the ones who best represent our steel mill."

“To put it bluntly, if I quit, there wouldn’t be even a ripple in our steel mill, let alone a splash.

"Master, if you say you're quitting our steel mill, it's like stepping into a puddle. It's going to cause chaos. Everyone in our factory knows this, but few outside know it. So..." Then he lowered his head and smiled shyly.

When it comes to flattery, no one can resist it as long as you find the right point. As soon as the old man heard this, his irritability immediately disappeared.

"You are a talkative girl. Okay, since you want to come in and take a look, just come in. I'll find someone to take care of you." Lan Hanlu knew that the old man wanted someone to take care of her and to keep an eye on her, but she didn't care.

Following the old man into the workshop, a clever young man came over to greet him, "Master, Engineer Qiao just came over and checked. It is true that there are cracks in the internal parts of the open-hearth furnace."

This matter seemed very urgent, and the old man didn't care about Hanlu and walked forward quickly, while Lan Hanlu followed slowly behind.

After walking a short distance, she saw a circle of people gathered around her. She tried to stay where she could listen but not get in the way. The people in front were checking and discussing.

The people in the outer circle were reconstructing what had happened. Lan Hanlu knew after listening that there was a problem with the open-hearth furnace for steelmaking.

However, if we want to replace parts, we have to import them from Polar Bear. If we want to repair them, we don’t have the parts drawings, but if we don’t repair them, the production of the steel mill will be delayed.

The factory director has called all the technical experts in the factory to come over. His intention is to pool their wisdom to solve the problem, but given the existing conditions, how can we solve it?

After Lan Hanlu understood the whole story, she looked around the workshop. After all, no one wanted to take her around for such a big thing, so she turned around and took a look at other workshops.

Then I went to the bathroom, and when I saw that it was almost time, I went back to the office.

"Uncle Zhao, Sister Bai, they haven't come back yet." He washed his hands while speaking, and then poured himself half a glass of water.

"It's still a while before get off work ends, so they may be late. But Lulu, you just came back from the workshop." Zhao Shigui was still holding the huge enamel pot.

Lan Hanlu swallowed the water and nodded, "Yeah, I just got back. Although the salary is high in the front-line workshop, it is also really hard work."

"Isn't it? Otherwise, why do people say that workers are the most glorious?" The old man seemed to be very emotional and turned his face to the window.

Seeing this state, Lan Hanlu didn't disturb him. She took out her notebook and started to organize the materials. Although she only took a rough look today, there were still many things she wanted to write.

She planned to write two or three articles and submit them to newspapers to cast a wide net and catch more fish. When people are serious about doing something, time flies by.

Lan Hanlu came to her senses when she heard the bell ringing, and when she looked around, the office was empty.

When Shen Liuye reached the door, she shouted at her, "Lulu, hurry up! I've called you so many times, why don't you respond at all?"

Lan Hanlu said to her mistily, "You go first, I'm not in a hurry."

"Okay, I'll be leaving first. Hurry up and don't forget to lock the door!" After saying that, he left without looking back.

It’s not that Lan Hanlu is not anxious, after all, she still has to pick up her child, but she is not as anxious as him.