A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Steel rolling mill, scrap warehouse.

The sky was already dusky.

The electrician who arrived strung up a few wires haphazardly, and several 100-watt incandescent light bulbs fell straight down on Jiang Xia's head.

It's impossible to finish drawing it all!

The C620, which represents the highest level of lathe technology in China, has only 87 parts, including bolts and screws.

This battle-damaged lathe has already yielded over 200 different parts, not even counting the various items that have been lost.

The two engineers from the technical department have arrived to provide support, and even the workshop maintenance team has sent over several promising young talents.

Jiang Xia then divided them into groups again and took out the list, asking them to write their names on it.

That's all fine, didn't I already say that?

Being strong yourself is your own business. But if you can inspire others to become strong together, that's a whole other level.

Not to mention how incredibly busy our protagonist is.

Master Qin, who left carrying that bare pole, is now in trouble.

The original plan was to repair the bare rod using a hammering method, and Master Qin, who had one of the few copper hammers in the workshop, even made one himself.

After smashing the bare pole with his three apprentices for half an hour, the pole remained completely unmoved.

The eldest apprentice, panting heavily, put down the copper hammer. "Master, this is a ghost. It's not easy to strike."

The second apprentice chimed in, "Master, this is really difficult. Too light and it won't work, too heavy and I'm afraid it will break the pole!"

Upon hearing this, Master Qin personally took charge, first gently striking the blows a few times, then gradually increasing the force. He carefully observed the blows after each strike.

After repeating this process several times, he finally put down the hammer in dejection.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen this kind of steel, I'm not sure how to handle it. If I had a piece of it, I could practice with it, then my hammer blow would be about 80-90% accurate."

"What should we do? I was hoping to help you guys improve, but this thing is way too difficult!"

The three of them, master and apprentice, were at a loss for what to do. They went out of the workshop, sat at the workshop entrance, lit homemade cigarettes, and sat together in a daze.

The third disciple respectfully served water cups to his master and two senior brothers. He stammered, "..."

"Master, Master, please have some water!"

The three of them took the water glasses and remained silent.

The apprentice scratched his head: "Master, use... use... pliers!"

Master Qin looked at his youngest apprentice and patiently waited for him to finish speaking before speaking:

“Third brother, this lead screw is too long. Bending it with pliers is too risky! You know, this method works for a bare screw up to 1.5 meters, but once it's over 1.5 meters, you have to reconsider…”

As his master began to share valuable insights, the eldest apprentice quickly pulled the third apprentice down to sit. He then pulled out his notebook and began taking notes as he listened.

Seeing how diligently his apprentices were learning, Master Qin explained things in even greater detail, pausing from time to time to drink water and wait for them to finish taking notes.

Master Qin looked at his three diligent apprentices and nodded in satisfaction. "I'm not afraid of your poor skills. As long as you're willing to learn, I'm happy to teach you! It would be great if you could learn all my skills!"

"Master Qin?" A soft call interrupted Master Qin's thoughts.

Looking up, I saw a young man I didn't recognize.

The young man was also holding a notebook, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing Master Qin, whose hair was turning white, looking at him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Master Qin, I know this is against the rules, but I was too far away just now and didn't hear something clearly. Could you please—"

Could you elaborate?

By the end, his voice was barely a whisper, and his face flushed crimson.

Master Qin was taken aback and looked around.

Good heavens, a group of people had gathered around us, not just young people, but also some middle-aged men in their 30s and 40s.

Everyone had a notebook in their hand, writing something down.

Some who didn't bring paper and pen looked up and silently recited.

Master Qin laughed heartily and waved to the crowd, "Come on, come on!"

A clever coworker connected an electrical wire from inside the workshop and hung the light bulb on a bamboo pole, instantly illuminating the spacious workshop entrance.

A group of young people sat upright on the ground, their bright eyes fixed on Master Qin, not daring to miss a single word.

Master Qin's first lesson in passing on his experience begins!

May every young person in China be like a dragon!

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Meanwhile, Xu Damao pushed his bicycle, carrying a projection equipment on the back seat, and returned to the courtyard early.

This bicycle was originally factory property, and it was not allowed to be ridden by private individuals unless they were on a mission outside the factory.

But our classmate Xu is quite cunning; he simply put the projection equipment behind him, and then the car was his own.

On the one hand, he showed off that he had a bicycle to ride, and on the other hand, he found a perfect excuse for being late or leaving early.

I rode back to the courtyard house, and from a distance I saw an old man in a long gown lingering at the entrance.

On a whim, he walked up to the old man.

"Comrade, you're from the neighborhood committee, right?"

Old Man Tian looked at the horse-faced man with a small mustache in front of him and habitually cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"you are?"

"Hi, I'm Jiang Xia's neighbor. He asked me to pass on a message..."

Old Man Tian looked puzzled: "Please tell me?"

"He's changed his mind. He's not going to fix the house! He's too embarrassed to do it himself, so he asked me to tell you?"

"Huh? This...this doesn't seem like what Master Jiang...no, it doesn't seem like what Comrade Jiang Xia would say, does it?"

"What is this? This is it!"

Xu Damao propped up his bicycle and moved closer.

"Dude, let me tell you, you might as well not take this job! Don't blame me for not warning you, Jiang Xia is no good guy, you won't get a single penny!"

The shrewd and experienced shopkeeper Tian sensed something was amiss, but unable to figure out the situation, he still bowed and used the opportunity to step down.

"That can't be right, can it? Comrade Jiang is an engineer at the steel rolling mill, earning just over 100 yuan a month, right?"

"Hey, you don't know the truth! He has a grandmother and two younger sisters in the countryside. As soon as he came to the courtyard, he borrowed money from the third uncle in the front yard to buy grain."

"You're saying this, do you have the money to renovate? It's not that you don't have the money, otherwise the house would still be empty! Don't you think that makes sense?"

"Thanks, buddy. I'm off to enjoy this now."

Then, Old Man Tian turned and left, extremely swiftly.

Xu Damao still had a dime in his hand, intending to give it to the old man if he kept pestering him for lost wages.

There's nothing that money can't solve. The rules I learned in this courtyard house since I was a child are really useful.

Unexpectedly, the old man was quite decisive.

Having saved a penny, Xu Damao hummed a little tune as he strolled back home.

After tidying up a bit, he returned to the front yard and looked at the three houses that belonged to Jiangxia.

"Tsk, what's the point of decorating such a shabby little house? Director Li actually approved two hundred yuan for it."

"Yes, that's it. He should get five out of the two hundred, and I should get five out of the rest. Perfect!"

"So, this should be considered as taking it seriously!"