Chapter 24, Making things difficult
Beijing, outside Chaoyang Gate, Jingcheng Plastic Factory.
In a technical workshop, Chen Guohua followed Zheng Yongjun here.
It was already sunset time.
But the workers in the workshop did not get off work and were still looking sad.
Several skilled workers squatted in front of a broken injection molding machine, not daring to do anything for a long time.
The injection molding machine is imported.
English is something that they know the workers, but the workers don’t know them.
"Director, you are back. Hey, who is he? Director, is this your relative?"
As Zheng Yongjun and Chen Guohua walked into the workshop, the workers greeted them one after another.
However, everyone was more curious about Chen Guohua who was following behind.
Because the latter is too young.
And this is a production workshop. If you are not a worker, you will definitely not be allowed in.
Since he came in with Zheng Yongjun, it was naturally nothing.
"Who are my relatives?"
Zheng Yongjun said solemnly:
"This is the translator I found for you. His foreign language proficiency is very high. I will have to rely on him to repair this machine later. Please show some respect to me."
The workers were shocked when they heard this.
However, looking at Chen Guohua's young and tender face, although there are no pimples, he is obviously still very young.
Everyone couldn't help but whisper secretly, is it really that powerful?
One of the technicians, Xu Yimin, couldn't help but frown and said: "Director Zheng, it's not that I don't respect you, but this little comrade is obviously too young. He should still be underage, right?"
"Even if he started learning from his mother's womb, how many years would it take?"
"This machine of ours is an imported product. If it is really messed up, Director Zheng cannot bear the responsibility!"
Not fearing authority and daring to confront others, this is probably the era of freedom.
When other workers heard this, they all agreed.
As Xu Yimin said, if the machine breaks down, who will bear the loss?
"Yes, I think what Lao Xu said makes sense."
At this time, Luo Bingzhang, who was also a technician next to him, spoke in support:
"Director Zheng, I think it's better to invite the foreign engineer back."
"They are the experts in this field. If we leave the experts alone, we will find a young guy instead. If word of this gets out, where will our plastics factory's reputation go?"
"Also, Director Zheng, do you think he is a very good translator?"
"I can't see, right? There is a Russian translator Xiao Qiu in our factory, right? Tell her to try his skills and see how good he is."
Regarding the sudden appearance of Chen Guohua, Luo Bingzhang did not take him seriously at all.
He even spoke very bluntly and ignored whether Chen Guohua could bear it.
He even didn't take director Zheng Yongjun seriously.
Chen Guohua, who had been silent all this time, became even more silent now.
He just lowered his eyebrows and seemed to not understand what Xu Yimin and Luo Bingzhang meant.
With his head lowered, he was trying to observe the workers' reactions.
This job is very important to him.
In the next six months, whether I can successfully move into the capital depends on this time.
Otherwise, he didn't know if there would be any other opportunities.
Zheng Yongjun had no chance to speak at all. Xu Yimin, Luo Bingzhang, Cao Hongyuan and others kept talking, and then they called Xiao Qiu over directly.
When Qiu Yuen was called over, he was quite confused.
"Xiao Qiu, just chat with this little comrade and test his foreign language ability."
Luo Bingzhang ordered directly.
Qiu Yuen, who understands foreign languages, does not have the highest status in the plastics factory.
Technicians have the highest status, not to mention Luo Bingzhang is also the head of the technical department. It is normal to call him Xiaoqiu.
"Oh, okay." Qiu Yuen responded, but when he saw Chen Guohua, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He immediately frowned.
At this moment, Zheng Yongjun still did not speak.
Choosing silence means acquiescence.
I guess he was also convinced by the words of Luo Bingzhang and others, right?
Next, Qiu Yuen tried to speak and chatted with Chen Guohua in English.
It's just that her Soviet-style accent has a bit of a Chinese flavor.
Weird!
She probably stayed in Moscow for too long, so she learned English with this accent.
Chen Guohua spoke in Chinglish, but he quickly switched to a Cockney accent.
The smooth switching and smooth speaking speed made Qiu Yuen stunned.
After a few simple words, Qiu Yuen's expression spoke volumes.
Xu Yimin, Luo Bingzhang, Cao Hongyuan and others had already guessed something.
His face looked slightly surprised and confused.
The corners of Zheng Yongjun's mouth curved into a beautiful smile.
“Can you really translate the instructions for this injection molding machine?”
Suddenly, Qiu Yuen couldn't help but said.
Her English is pretty good, but the injection molding machine is imported and involves a lot of professional vocabulary.
If it was just daily spoken conversation, she would still have no problem.
But professional books really touched upon her blind spots in knowledge.
Otherwise, it would not be taken advantage of by a foreign engineer.
"sure."
Seeing Chen Guohua nod, Qiu Yuen continued to ask why.
"Because I prefer reading extracurricular books, especially foreign science and technology magazines."
The predecessor of Beijing No. 60 Middle School was the private Yuying Middle School founded in [-].
There are not many traditions left over, and some of the foreign science and technology magazines are still stored in the school library.
"Are you really a senior in high school?"
Qiu Yuen exclaimed:
"I feel that your speaking ability is so strong, you must be more than just a high school senior, you are better than many college students."
"Thank you for the compliment. I still have a lot of room for improvement."
At this point in the conversation, the test and all, it was just a joke.
Although Qiu Yuen's English is not very good, it is not bad either.
But Chen Guohua's English is obviously very good. His speaking speed, thinking, and relatively pure speaking are much better than many college students.
"Team Leader Luo, this Comrade Chen Guohua's English is very good, better than mine."
After summarizing, Qiu Yuen left here.
Luo Bingzhang's face looked a little ugly, but he still said firmly:
"Director Zheng, no matter what, I will not agree to let this young comrade translate."
"I still suggest that the engineer be invited back. Otherwise, if we delay another day, we may not be able to complete the production tasks of our factory this month."
The responsibility is great and no one wants to take the risk.
Zheng Yongjun was very angry and was about to speak.
There was a sudden commotion at the door.
Then the workers cheered violently, and then a foreigner appeared.
"I heard that you found a translator?"
Omer Yankelevich walked in and said arrogantly: "Let's see how you fix this machine."
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