Ge Zhixiong vowed to manually disassemble Nissan's precision machine tools, and the eighth-level fitter was about to challenge Japan's precision instrument manufacturing industry.

The game of manual and mechanical craftsmanship is about to begin......

Zhao Chunda and Tokugawa Shoichi also rushed to hear the news. As the deputy director, Tokugawa Shoichi was about to stop this battle of will, but was stopped by Zhao Chunda.

"Zhengyi, listen to me tell me a little story." Zhao Chunda said, "When I used to work in the Daqing Oilfield, I raised several different kinds of fierce dogs, and these fierce dogs got together and fought for food. Every time they hit, I pulled away, but I still couldn't stop them from fighting again. Later, I simply got annoyed and asked them to fight enough, and as a result, these fierce dogs dueled one, two, three, and four of them themselves, and they ate in this order, and there was no more fighting. ”

"Teacher, what do you mean ......"

"Chinese and Japanese employees have prejudices against each other, and they need channels to communicate and vent. I think this competition is a good channel......" Zhao Chunda put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and said: "You and I will wait and see what happens......"

The two leaders of the institute acquiesced to the competition, and the staff lifted the optical mirror precision machining machine to a dust-free and enclosed laboratory.

Ge Zhixiong brought up a large black toolbox made of exquisite production, he put the toolbox on the ground with care, unfastened the lock and said: "This is a set of precision instrument toolboxes made by Siemens that year when I won the first place in the National Fitter Technology Competition. I can't imagine that after so many years, I can still use ......"

The lock is opened, and with the crisp sound of machinery, the toolbox slowly unfolds, and the multi-layer tool grid is displayed in front of everyone, with a wrench, a screw, a hammer, a scraper, a file and a variety of magnifying glasses, like a treasure chest.

"Director, I'm going in." Ge Zhixiong picked up the toolbox and stood at the door of the laboratory.

"Uncle Ge, you just do your best, don't be burdened." Zhao Yuemin comforted the other party.

Ge Zhixiong nodded solemnly, turned around and entered the laboratory.

Disassembling the machine tool, the eighth-level fitter had to stay in the laboratory for three days, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the laboratory. Zhao Yuemin asked people to prepare a marching bed, and three meals a day were also sent by the cook in the canteen.

Teng Jing and several Japanese researchers stood outside the laboratory, observing Ge Zhixiong's actions.

I saw Ge Zhixiong take out a magnifying glass, clamp it in the upper and lower eyelids of his right eye, take out the vernier caliper, measure the spindle box first, and then use the dial gauge to measure the data of smaller unit screws and nuts.

Precision measuring tools such as optical level and lever dial gauge are skillfully applied in his hands.

An hour later, the headstock had been dismantled by Ge Zhixiong, and all kinds of gears were neatly placed aside. He then picked up a hex wrench and began unloading into the feed box.

Sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, shining on Ge Zhixiong. This eighth-level fitter's eyes were focused, and he was engrossed in the dismantling operation.

The Chinese researchers at the institute all felt that at this moment, the retired veteran worker exuded a heroic light.

"Uncle Ge is really not simple." A Chinese researcher sighed.

"Of course, eighth-level fitters are all national treasures. In the 50s, satellites and missiles were built with their hands. Qin Hai said with a smile.

On the first night, Ge Zhixiong slept in the laboratory for only three hours and got up to work again.

The next afternoon, Fujii's expression outside the lab had become a little complicated.

"Are we pushing this old Chinese worker too hard?" Fujii looked at Ge Zhixiong, who was slightly haggard, and turned his head to say to the colleague next to him.

"Yes, the three days proposed by this old Chinese worker is too tight, even if this machine is returned to our factory in Japan, it will take nearly a day to disassemble and assemble. The old man dismantled with his bare hands, which meant that he had to sleep to complete the task......"

Fujii shook his head and did not speak.

On the morning of the third day, Zhao Yuemin, who came to visit, found that Ge Zhixiong's face had become very bad, and his movements seemed to be significantly slower.

"Let the nurse from the infirmary come and check Uncle Ge's physical condition, don't go wrong." Zhao Yuemin said worriedly. After all, Ge Zhixiong is an old man in his sixties, and his energy has declined in all aspects.

The nurse from the infirmary came and persuaded him several times before he took Ge Zhixiong out of the laboratory and measured his pulse and blood pressure.

"Uncle Ge, your heart is beating fast and your blood pressure is also rising, you are overworked and you must rest." The nurse said.

"No way!" Ge Zhixiong said categorically, "I still have half a day, and I must complete the task." ”

"Uncle Ge, your body is important, after all, you are in your sixties......" Zhao Yuemin persuaded. No matter how you say this, it is also an internal contradiction in the institute, and it is not worth trading at the expense of Ge Zhixiong's health.

"What is sixty?" Ge Zhixiong held his head high and said, "Revolutionaries are always young!" I'm going to complete the organization's mission! ”

Then, without looking back, he returned to the lab.

"Get the nurses at the infirmary ready." Zhao Yuemin ordered in a low voice, and he was worried about something wrong with Old Man Ge's body, so he asked the doctors and nurses in the infirmary to bring in an oxygen machine and stand by directly outside the laboratory.

The clock was ticking, pointing to ten o'clock in the evening, and his eyes were bloodshot Ge Zhixiong walked out of the laboratory with his hands on the wall.

"The machine is all assembled, you can inspect it!"

With a "bang", Ge Zhixiong threw the wrench in his hand to the ground and sat down on the ground with exhaustion.

Fujii personally helped Ge Zhixiong up, "Senior Ge, we are completely convinced, your hands are worthy of a production line in our Japanese factory." We have great admiration for your perseverance and skill! ”

All the Japanese employees bowed deeply to Ge Zhixiong. They finally got a glimpse of the capabilities of China's top skilled workers. It is simply an impossible task for one person to disassemble a precision instrument with his bare hands and assemble it in good condition.

"I'll tell you, Fujii." Ge Zhixiong sat on the chair and said word by word, "How is the precision machine tool made?" It's also up to people. The most sophisticated instrument, not the machine tool, is the ...... here," he pointed to his eyes.

"Yes, yes!" Fujii said with admiration.

"Fujii, are you willing to gamble?" Ge Zhixiong asked.

"Sir, we are all willing to listen to your arrangement."

"Okay, I'll give you an education." Ge Zhixiong stroked his beard and said.

The next day, all the Chinese staff in the institute gathered at the door of the conference room, smiling as they listened to the movements inside.

"Uncle Ge, this trick is really bad."

"yes, those Japanese people in Fujii should be offended."

The people at the door were talking.

I saw that in the conference room, Fujii and all the other Japanese employees were sitting in their seats, each with a red booklet.

Ge Zhixiong stood in front of the whiteboard and said loudly: "Fujii, when you do research in China, you have to follow the local customs. This ** quotation, you and your researcher will eat the spirit inside, understand? ”

“…… Understand ......"

"Be louder!"

"Hi One! Wow Karima Sita! ”

"Well, everyone follow me to page 20 of the ** quotation and read with me-'All the so-called powerful reactionaries are nothing but paper tigers.' The reason is that they are detached from the people. The tsar is a paper tiger, the Chinese emperor is a paper tiger, and Japanese imperialism is a paper tiger......"

"Japanese imperialism...... It's a ruler tiger......"

In the conference room, the lame Chinese pronunciation of the Japanese personnel sounded......