Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 453 - 452: Hand Rubbing Aircraft Carrier Comparable to a Machine Tool

Chapter 453: Chapter 452: Hand Rubbing Aircraft Carrier Comparable to a Machine Tool

Because he was indeed "a close relative," Minister Huang made a round of phone calls before he finally contacted the Factory Director of the machinery factory.

Minister Huang’s understanding of machinery was truly limited, so he didn’t say much, only mentioning that Minister Lin’s daughter had developed a new type of agricultural tool and asked for his help to see if it could be made.

The Factory Director of the machinery factory almost laughed out loud.

A young girl understanding machinery? What a joke!

However, due to being "a close relative," the Factory Director still gave some face and asked them to come to the machinery factory within an hour; no waiting beyond that time.

He did have some small thoughts in mind—the progeny of those big courtyards always looked down on others, each more arrogant than the last, always walking around with their noses in the air, and they never expected anyone else to give them a hard time.

He hung up the phone and went about his business, not at all expecting to meet the so-called daughter of Minister Lin.

He could never have imagined that in just forty minutes, his secretary would inform him that a Comrade Lin, who said she was referred by Minister Huang, wanted to see him.

The Factory Director was somewhat surprised, nodded, and allowed the person to come in.

Lin Nianhe and Su Yuncheng came into the Factory Director’s office side by side, and somehow, upon seeing that the Factory Director of the machinery factory was a little old man, Lin Nianhe instantly felt a sense of kinship.

Especially since this little old man had the same hairstyle as Uncle Team Leader and the same hair color as Uncle Wong.

It was all too familiar.

"Uncle Chang, hello, I am Lin Nianhe, this is Su Yuncheng. I’m really sorry to disturb you during work," Lin Nianhe said with a beaming smile, "I’ve often heard my father mention you, saying that you’ve been exhaustively devoted to the machinery factory, and without you, the development of the factory would never have been this rapid. My father is always deeply regretful for not having the chance to have a deeper friendship with you."

Flattery gets you anywhere.

The corners of Chang Jinzhong’s mouth unconsciously raised a bit, and he found Lin Nianhe looking more and more pleasing to the eye.

He said: "I’m only doing my duty, nothing praiseworthy... Comrade Xiao Lin, what is it that you want to make?"

Lin Nianhe, with a smile on her face, took the reorganized blueprint from Su Yuncheng, unfolded them, and presented them with both hands: "I went down to the countryside last year and after working there, I had many thoughts, so I wanted to make some improvements to agricultural tools to make labor more convenient."

Chang Jinzhong listened while nodding, casually taking the blueprint.

He thought that Lin Nianhe was just making a fuss, committing the most common mistake of young people today—arrogant and overconfident.

Improving agricultural tools? It’s not as simple as that! The tools in use today have already undergone hundreds and thousands of years of continuous improvement, culminating in the wisdom of countless people. How could a "little bastard" who hasn’t yet grown up...

Hmm?

Oh!

Chang Jinzhong was not Minister Huang; he instantly saw the extraordinary aspects of the blueprint.

Without going into further details, the clear diagram and precise numbers alone were enough to prove that these two in front of him were not joking around or messing with him.

Chang Jinzhong’s gaze stuck to the blueprint, and he asked, "Is this for corn threshing?"

He recognized it at a glance, and Lin Nianhe felt at ease and breathed a sigh of relief.

She nodded: "Yes, we are just armchair strategists, unable to make the actual product, so we wanted to ask for your help..."

Chang Jinzhong directly raised his hand to interrupt Lin Nianhe: "You don’t need to say more." Holding the blueprint, he rushed out. Upon realizing that those two youngsters had not followed, he shouted without turning back: "Come on!"

"Ah? Oh, coming."

Lin Nianhe hurriedly tugged at Su Yuncheng, following Chang Jinzhong as they rushed out.

Chang Jinzhong’s footsteps were swift, and he dashed to the workshop, standing at the entrance and bellowing: "Old Rongzi? Where’s Old Rongzi!"

"Old Rongzi, come out! I know you’re here! Hurry over here!"

"Old Rongzi! Old Rongzi! Come out, Old Rongzi!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Why does she feel like she has heard this kind of calling voice somewhere before?

An old man in blue work clothes, with a rolled cigarette in his mouth, cursed as he came out from the crowd: "Are you summoning spirits or what?"

Chang Jinzhong didn’t care about his attitude at all and handed him the blueprint: "Old Rongzi, hurry up and make one to try if it works."

The little old man took the blueprint and scrutinized it carefully with squinted eyes.

Only then did Chang Jinzhong say to Lin Nianhe: "Comrade Xiao Lin, this is Rong Zhiguo, our factory’s only Level 8 Machinist!"

Level 8 Machinist? Level 8 Machinist!

The legendary Level 8 Machinist capable of handcrafting aircraft carriers, a match for machine tools!

Most Level 8 workers from this era were certified in the 1950s; their expertise and experience make them the best of the best in the industry. Machinists, due to the complexity and extreme difficulty of their work, stand at the very pinnacle of the pyramid. There’s a saying: "Three years to become a precision lathe worker, ten years to make a lousy machinist," which goes to show how highly valued the machinist’s skills are.

Lin Nianhe immediately felt that the unremarkable-looking old man before her suddenly loomed larger.

She clasped her hands in front of her and gave Rong Zhiguo a serious bow: "Old master, thank you for your hard work."

Rong Zhiguo exhaled a puff of white breath and glanced at Lin Nianhe: "Girl, what do you do?"

"This threshing machine drawing is drawn by Comrade Xiao Lin," Chang Jinzhong raised his eyebrows towards Rong Zhiguo, "What do you think? Not bad, right?"

"Not bad, not bad, not a single bit right," Rong Zhiguo flipped his eyelids, speaking to Lin Nianhe, "Next time, don’t write so many useless numbers. If you don’t write them, I might understand it a bit better."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Su Yuncheng frowned slightly, stepped forward to shield Lin Nianhe: "I wrote the numbers. Is there a problem?"

"There’s a big problem." Rong Zhiguo looked down on anyone who wasn’t a Level 8 Machinist, flicking the paper, "Looks impressive at first glance, but it’s all armchair theory in reality."

Su Yuncheng: "..."

Lin Nianhe unobtrusively took hold of his fingers, poked her head out while still smiling: "Then could you please take a look and correct our mistakes? We will try to make fewer errors next time."

"Do you think you could understand me if I told you?"

"Well, look at it this way, if you tell me I might not understand, but if you don’t tell me then I definitely won’t understand, right?" Lin Nianhe was smiling and seemed completely unoffended.

Seeing that no matter what he said, this girl remained cheerful, Rong Zhiguo found her more pleasing to the eye than those apprentices who wilted after a few scoldings.

He hummed softly, turned around with the drawing, and left only one sentence behind: "Just wait!"

Lin Nianhe’s eyes brightened, hands behind her back, she followed pace by pace, chattering: "Old master, don’t hurry away, why not teach me? If I learn, I’ll make fewer mistakes next time, right? This isn’t only for me, you’ll also have less trouble in the future, won’t you?"

Rong Zhiguo gave her a sideways glance, "Why would a little girl want to bustle about in the workshop?"

Lin Nianhe asserted confidently: "What’s wrong with being a little girl? Women can hold up half the sky, don’t look down on people."

Rong Zhiguo: "..."

"Where should we start? What metal should we use? Where should we work? Can you really handcraft an aircraft carrier? It must take quite a long time to handcraft something as big as an aircraft carrier, right?"

"..."

"Old master... Ah, calling you ’old master’ feels too distant. What do they usually call you? How about if I just follow their lead and call you ’Master’? Don’t feel pressured, I’m very easy-going."

"..."

"Master, is this your toolbox? Let me help—never mind, you should carry it yourself; it might be a bit too heavy for me. Don’t look at me like that, I’m honestly not trying to be lazy, I just don’t want to break something you’re used to using, it would be too costly."

"..."

"Master, where do we start? If you go to handcraft an aircraft carrier, can you take me with you? I won’t mess around, I just want to learn..."

Rong Zhiguo: "Do you really want to learn?"

Lin Nianhe’s eyes shone brightly: "For real!"

"Then I’ll teach you the first step."

"Alright!"

"See that roll of tape?"

"This one?"

"Mhm."

"Here you go, Master."

"Don’t hand it to me, tear off a piece."

"Alright, what’s next?"

"Stick it on your mouth."

"Eh? Master, you should have said so earlier, your mouth is a bit big, I tore it too short."

"Stick it on your own mouth!"

"..."