Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

He picked up several finished metal parts from the table and slammed them down, making a jarring crash: "Look at this! These few pieces of junk, and you insisted on using those ridiculously expensive German cutting tools, which added a third to the processing time!"

Electricity is free?

Machine wear and tear doesn't cost money?

And that heat treatment! Regular quenching would have sufficed, but you insisted on using vacuum quenching and deep cryogenic treatment! That doubled the cost! Do you think the customer would pay a single extra penny for that?!

Li Guohui's lips were pursed white, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, but he still insisted, "Director Wang, this is not junk. This is the foundation of a precision structural component."

Using inferior cutting tools will result in insufficient dimensional accuracy and surface finish, potentially causing problems during assembly.

Metals that have undergone ordinary tempering do not have sufficient fatigue strength, resulting in a significantly reduced service life. And what if…?

"What if what?!"

Factory Director Wang rudely interrupted, "Stop spreading alarmist rumors! I've been running this factory for so long, and I've never seen a knock-off phone fall apart due to metal fatigue in its casing!"

Li Guohui, let me tell you, how many times has this happened!

Do you know how much the factory's profits have decreased this month because of your "high standards"?

Others are here to help me make money, you're here to help me squander it!

"If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then get out! My little temple can't afford to house a Buddha like you who insists on burning real gold!"

Li Guohui's body trembled violently, and his eyes, which had become somewhat cloudy from long periods of focus, instantly became bloodshot.

It's been half a year... This is the fourth one... It's always the same.

He just wants to do things well, to do them to the best of his ability, so why is it so difficult?

Is being serious and pursuing quality really a cardinal sin in this industry?

A surge of pent-up frustration, anger, and a profound sense of powerlessness, which had been suppressed for too long, churned in his chest like a volcano, almost bursting out of his throat.

Just then, a slight commotion came from the workshop entrance.

Several workers looked around curiously and saw a neatly dressed young man walking straight towards them, accompanied by a stern-looking young man.

The two of them looked completely out of place in the greasy and noisy workshop.

Factory Director Wang noticed them too, temporarily stopping his yelling at Li Guohui, and frowned at the newcomers: "Who are you? Who are you looking for? This is a restricted area of ​​the workshop, no unauthorized personnel allowed."

Lin Dong seemed not to hear his question, his gaze passing over him and landing on Li Guohui, who had his back to the door and whose shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Li Guohui, Engineer Li?"

Lin Dong spoke, his voice clear.

Li Guohui turned around somewhat blankly, saw Lin Dong, paused for a moment, and subconsciously nodded: "That's me. And you are?"

Seeing this, Factory Director Wang became even more impatient: "Looking for him? If you have something to say, go outside! Can't you see I'm dealing with something here?"

Lin Dong then glanced at Factory Director Wang, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable, penetrating authority: "You just said he was helping you squander your money?"

Factory Director Wang choked on his words, then flew into a rage: "What's it to you? I'm disciplining my own people, who are you to judge..."

"That won't be the case for long."

Lin Dong interrupted him, looked at Li Guohui again, his gaze calm and solemn, "Engineer Li, I have a factory here, which I just took over."

The equipment is an imported five-axis CNC machine, but the previous management was a complete mess. The products produced were barely usable, but had no precision or quality whatsoever.

I need someone who can straighten things out and produce truly sophisticated products according to the highest and most stringent standards.

Cost is not the primary consideration.

The only goal is to make good things and do them to the best of our ability.

He paused, then said clearly, "I need a chief engineer who dares to use the best materials, dares to set the highest standards, and dares to be serious about everything that's 'good enough.' Not a 'master craftsman' who only knows how to cut costs and save money for the boss."

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow to Li Guohui's already crumbling mental defenses, and like a bucket of ice water poured over Director Wang's head.

Li Guohui stared blankly at the excessively young stranger in front of him, his eyes inexplicably welling up with tears.

How many years... How long has he waited to hear these words?

Factory Director Wang's face turned ashen: "You... what do you mean? You've come here to poach my people? Do you know...?"

"You have full authority to assemble the technical team, set the process standards yourself, and decide the price for all equipment and materials, as long as they meet your technical requirements."

Lin Dong completely ignored Factory Director Wang, looked at Li Guohui, and presented his final condition: "If you're willing, you can come with me now. The car is outside."

"boom--!"

The string that had been taut in Li Guohui's mind for half a year snapped.

All the grievances, all the resentment, all the bitterness of unfulfilled potential, all turned into a torrent that burst its banks at this moment.

He suddenly ripped off the oil-stained work clothes that symbolized his humiliation over the past six months and threw them hard on the ground with a "thud"!

Then, he turned around, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the astonished Factory Director Wang, his voice hoarse yet filled with an unprecedented sense of release:

"I quit! This lousy factory of yours, go find someone else to save money on!"

After saying that, he stopped looking at Director Wang's liver-colored face, straightened his slightly hunched back, and strode towards Lin Dong.

"Boss,"

He stood before Lin Dong, his voice still trembling slightly, but his eyes were filled with unwavering determination. "I'll go with you. As long as you keep your word, I, Li Guohui, will dedicate the rest of my life to creating the best things for you!"

Lin Dong nodded and extended his hand: "Welcome to the team. My name is Lin Dong."

The two hands are clasped together; one hand is steady and strong, while the other is rough yet full of power.

Under the astonished and complicated gazes of the workers and Factory Director Wang at Yongxin Mold Factory, Li Guohui followed Lin Dong and Zheng Hao without looking back, leaving this place that had made him feel so stifled for so long.

Get on the bus and close the door.

As the engine started, the dilapidated sign of Yongxin Factory quickly shrank and disappeared in the rearview mirror.

Li Guohui looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if expelling all the stale air from his chest.

But he had only exhaled half of his breath when he suddenly froze.

and many more.

What did I just do?

Did I point my finger at Fatty Wang and curse him?

Did I throw my work clothes on the ground?

I... I got on a bus with a young man I'd just met?!

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Li Guohui's back.

The scene from just now flashed through my mind like a movie: Director Wang's chubby face spitting as he spoke, my own anger that had been building up for half a year and could no longer be contained, and the things that General Manager Lin had said...

Those words really touched his heart!

"Dare to use the best materials, dare to set the highest standards, dare to take everything seriously with the 'good enough' mentality"... Every word struck him like a hammer blow to the heart, making his blood boil and his mind race...

But once the initial enthusiasm fades, the cold reality sets in.

This is the fourth time this year!

Every time, I clash with the boss over the same trivial things, and then I either get ousted or I can't stand it anymore and leave.

The family's savings had been completely depleted by him over the past six months.

His wife didn't say anything, but he could clearly hear her sighing repeatedly throughout the night.

Why...why was I so impulsive just now?!