1952: Walking through Nantongluo Alley

Chen Xiao glanced at Yi Zhonghai. At this moment, his gloves were caught in the lathe drill bit and he was struggling desperately against the lathe.

Unfortunately, no one can defeat the machine, and Yi Zhonghai's arm was almost caught in it.

Yi Zhonghai's other hand couldn't even reach the lathe switch, so he could only keep calling for help from others.

Chen Xiao was shocked on the spot. Could it be that he really had the ability to make his words come true?

Shocked, Chen Xiao withdrew his gaze, pretending not to hear anything, and continued to hum a little tune while operating the lathe.

Whether Yi Zhonghai is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

Chen Xiao would never do such a nice-guy thing.

Given Yi Zhonghai's attitude towards me, I'm afraid that even if I go to help him with good intentions, I probably won't hear a good word from him in the end.

Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai had other skilled workers around him.

As soon as Yi Zhonghai shouted for help, they ran over.

"Don't worry, Master Yi. I'm here to save you."

At this time, a master worker turned off the lathe.

The spindle, which was originally rotating at high speed, began to slow down at this time, and with a clanging sound, the spindle completely stopped running.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai's arm had just been rolled into the main shaft, but fortunately it did not suffer particularly serious damage. If it had been a few seconds later, Yi Zhonghai's arm would definitely have been lost.

Yi Zhonghai's face turned pale. He pulled back his arm, and blood dripped down his sleeve.

"Master Yi, are you okay?" an old master asked with concern.

Yi Zhonghai shook his head.

"I'm fine..."

"Master Yi, now is not the time to force yourself. Let's go to the infirmary quickly!" someone reminded.

Then several masters helped Yi Zhonghai to the infirmary.

After a while, a leader came into the workshop.

It was the man who presided over the fitter assessment yesterday. He had just heard about the work-related injury in Workshop No. 2 and rushed over in a hurry.

Coming to Chen Xiao's side, he asked.

"Chen Xiao, what happened just now? I heard that Master Yi's arm was caught in the lathe?"

Chen Xiao nodded slightly.

"Yes, fortunately the workers discovered it in time, otherwise Yi Zhonghai's arm would have to be amputated."

"I reminded Yi Zhonghai a long time ago that fitters can't wear gloves, but he just wouldn't listen."

The leader rolled his eyes at Chen Xiao.

"Now is not the time to discuss who is right or wrong."

"How's the self-criticism I asked you to write? Is it finished? Yang Dapeng gave it to me a long time ago."

Chen Xiao scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

"I've already written it, but I forgot because I was busy with work. I'll send it to you during lunch time."

"Don't lie to me. If I don't receive your apology letter after lunch, I won't let you off easily."

After reminding Chen Xiao, the leader walked out of the workshop and ran to the infirmary.

Yi Zhonghai is the only second level seven fitter in their steel rolling mill. If an accident really happens, it will be troublesome.

Moreover, Yi Zhonghai is still carrying out the tasks assigned by the factory, so he cannot afford to make any mistakes.

Now we can only pray that Yi Zhonghai has not suffered any serious injuries.

......

After the leader left, Chen Xiao took a pen and a piece of paper, and was hesitating about how to write the self-criticism.

Although he has lived two lives, this is the first time he has experienced writing a self-criticism letter.

After thinking for a long time, I still hesitated to put pen to paper.

As lunch time was getting closer, Chen Xiao had no choice but to go ahead.

He picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

Letter of self-criticism.

Hello, respected leader.

I shouldn't hit people. I have deeply realized my mistake. Please forgive me, leader.

Reviewer: Chen Xiao.

Date: January 1952, 2.

……

Just as he was about to hand the letter of apology to his leader, he happened to run into the old masters who had just sent Yi Zhonghai to the infirmary.

Chen Xiao walked forward and greeted politely.

"Master, how is Yi Zhonghai? Is his arm okay?"

The old master sighed softly.

"Alas, it's a good thing we found it in time. If it was a few seconds later, Master Yi's entire arm would have been broken."

"The doctor at the infirmary said that Master Yi's arm is not seriously injured, just slightly strained. He needs to go home and rest for a few days."

Chen Xiao felt a sense of loss.

I thought Yi Zhonghai could become a one-armed hero this time.

It turned out to be just a minor strain.

The old master continued.

"Now the leaders above are pressing us to produce that 7.62mm internally threaded pipe as soon as possible."

"Master Yi has injured his arm and will definitely be unable to work for a while. This means the task assigned by the leader has been completed."

Chen Xiao asked quickly.

"Don't we have several seventh-level fitters in our steel mill? Can't we ask them to do it?"

The old master shook his head.

"Chen Xiao, you don't understand this. Most of the remaining masters who have reached the level of seventh-level fitter have earned it through hard work."

"Master Yi is different. He really has the skills. In the entire steel rolling mill, no one is better than him in terms of benchwork skills. Otherwise, the leaders would not have given the 7.62mm internal threaded pipe to Yi Zhonghai."

Chen Xiao finally understood that Yi Zhonghai was still so important in the steel rolling mill.

If he were a little more powerful, wouldn't Yi Zhonghai Red Star Steel Mill have closed down immediately without him?

After saying goodbye to the master, Chen Xiao came to the leader's door and knocked twice.

"Come in." The leader said without raising his head.

Chen Xiao walked into the office. The whole office was clean and tidy, with a table, a few chairs, and a bookshelf. There was nothing else in the office.

At this time, the leader was writing something in a notebook. Since he entered the office, his eyes have never left the notebook.

Chen Xiao placed the letter of self-criticism in front of the leader.

"Leader, this is the self-criticism I wrote."

The leader looked up, then took the letter of apology.

While the leader was reading the self-criticism, Chen Xiao looked at the desk.

Next to the leader was an ID card with his name and position clearly written on it.

Deputy Factory Director: Zhang Aiguo.

Suddenly, Chen Xiao’s eyes widened. The original owner’s mother actually knew the deputy factory director.

The rank of the deputy factory director on the spot is not low, and the position is at least at the regimental level or above.

After reading the self-criticism written by Chen Xiao, Zhang Aiguo smiled.

"The way you write your apology is exactly the same as your father's."

"You're always so simple and clear, afraid of wasting ink, right?"

Chen Xiao smiled awkwardly.

At the same time, I was even more shocked.

Deputy Factory Director Zhang Aiguo not only knew the original owner's mother, but judging from his tone just now, he also knew the original owner's father, and they had a very close relationship.

For a moment, Chen Xiao's mind was full of thoughts.