Hua Long shook his head and said, "I heard that your machine is broken, my good brother Liang Shui can fix it, and he is an expert in this area." ”

"Uh, can he fix NMR? That's a complicated machine! Dean Fang said with some skepticism.

When Hua Long heard this, he was immediately upset: "Ma forced, what's the matter?" Don't believe me? ”

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoqiang hurriedly pulled Fang Tianci, looked at Liang Shui and asked, "Comrade Liang Shui, if it's convenient for you, just accompany us to have a look." ”

Fang Tianci couldn't refute Hualong's face, so he had to agree, but he was very optimistic about Liang Shui.

Because he thinks that Liang Shui may know some simple repairs of nuclear magnetic resonance machines, but if he can really solve problems that even experts can't solve, I'm afraid he won't be able to.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to know that there was such a person as Liang Shui.

After all, there are very few engineers in the entire SZ City who can repair such a complex instrument, and Fang Tianci knows almost all of them.

Liang Shui saw that Hua Long was standing up for himself, but he didn't put on a show, pulled out the hanging bottle and said, "Okay, anyway, my injury is almost healed, let's go over and take a look." ”

Wang Dongmei knew that Liang Shui's wound had almost recovered, but she was still a little worried in her heart, so she couldn't help but hurry forward and support him.

Liang Shui suddenly felt that a gentle delicate body leaned on his upper body, which was very comfortable, as if he had fallen into a dream-like dream.

"Are you alright, Liang Shui?" Vice Dean Luo asked with some concern.

Liang Shui smiled and said: "It's okay, my injury is not very serious, last night was just because there was no money to pay the medical bills, which delayed the best time for treatment." ”

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Vice Dean Luo suddenly blushed with embarrassment.

Although Dean Fang was anxious about the MRI machine, he still followed Vice Dean Luo and constantly expressed his apologies to Liang Shui.

Liang Shui smiled faintly and said, "Hehe, what's the use of apologizing, just don't do it in the future." Well, it's important to get down to business, let's hurry up and see the MRI machine, I seem to have heard that there are still people in there, if it's late, I'm afraid it will kill someone. ”

When the president and vice president heard this, they quickly nodded and walked forward.

In the end, only Hua Long was left alone in the ward, feeling bored, and the surname Suo also walked over to see the excitement.

In fact, Hua Long could see that Fang Tianci and Luo Xiaoqiang were very optimistic about Liang Shui, and he also wanted to see Liang Shui repair the machine and slap them in the face.

When Liang Shui and his entourage followed the two deans to the radiology department, it was already full of people.

But with the exception of three or four medical workers and two maintenance engineers, most of the others were onlookers.

Among them, there was an old woman of about fifty years old, who was now at the door of the radiology department, crying, but arrogantly shouting: "Tell you, if something happens to my daughter, my mother will definitely make your hospital unable to open." ”

Two medical staff were explaining to her: "Mrs. Fan, don't worry, your daughter won't die, we will get her out of the MRI machine as soon as possible." ”

Mrs. Fan pushed the two of them and yelled: "Get out, the old lady, the instrument is broken, can't you just smash it?" ”

"No!" A maintenance engineer hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

When Mrs. Fan heard this, she raised her hand and slapped the man, and at the same time shouted, "How much is a machine worth?" Is my daughter's life worth anything, or is your broken machine worth it? ”

The maintenance engineer touched his face and looked at Mrs. Fan unhappily, but still explained: "There is a supermagnetic phenomenon in the MRI machine, and if you forcibly destroy it to save people, it is very dangerous and may kill your daughter." ”

After all, he didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if this Mrs. Fan's daughter died, and he would blame him at that time.

"Get out, the old lady is too lazy to listen to your nonsense, hurry up and call your stewards out." Mrs. Fan waved to the maintenance engineer and motioned for him to get out.

Seeing this, Liang Shui couldn't help asking, "Brother Long, why is this woman so arrogant?" ”

Now he has also learned to look at people through colored glasses.

Although this is rude to people, Liang Shui found that in order for a person to mix well, he must learn these basic communication skills.

In his opinion, this Mrs. Fan is so arrogant, she is by no means an ordinary person, otherwise, she should be crying on the ground and begging everyone to save her daughter.

Hua Long smiled faintly: "Hehe, Ma forced, it seems that our brothers have hit a big luck." This woman's name is Shu Yahui, and she is the wife of the God of Wealth. If you can fix the machine this time and save her daughter, it will be even better in the future. ”

"God of Wealth?" Liang Shui asked rhetorically with some confusion.

Hua Long smiled and said, "Hehe, brother doesn't even know who the God of Wealth is, right?" The gambling god is the president of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of SZ City, as long as he has a relationship with him, it will be much more convenient to take a loan or something. ”

Loan?

When Liang Shui heard these two words, his eyes couldn't help but light up with some excitement, and now he already has a relationship with Hualong in terms of the Black Society.

As for the relationship between Bai Dao, sooner or later it can be resolved through Hualong mediation.

If you want to start a company now, the most lacking thing is the original capital, if you can take out a loan, wouldn't it be a dream come true right away?

Hua Long saw Liang Shui in a daze, he didn't know what he was thinking, but asked with some concern: "My good brother, what kind of magnetic machine is this?" Can you fix it? ”

"NMR ......" Liang Shui reminded a little speechlessly, and then said, "Didn't I tell you, can I repair any machine?" NMR, a piece of cake. ”

Hua Long made a real smile: "Haha, I knew you could do it." But it's not enough to have the ability, you also have to learn some tricks to make everyone pay more attention to you, so that we can take the opportunity to reap the maximum benefits. ”

"How?" Liang Shui asked with great interest.

In any case, Hua Long is his senior, and he might as well be modest and cautious to learn some experience from him.

It's just that in the end, what made Liang Shui speechless was that Hua Long finally said: "You have to learn to pretend to be forced, learn to put on a show, and let everyone know that you are the most important role, without you, the earth can't turn!" ”

Liang sweated.

However, he still nodded very modestly, but he also agreed with Hua Long's statement in his heart, and felt that sometimes he had to learn to pretend appropriately.

Because when Liang Shui used to work part-time to earn tuition, he was the kind of surname who was honest and worked hard. Since he is from the Polytechnic University, there are some professional problems in the factory that only he can solve, and he directly stands up to help every time without pretentiousness.

But in the end, he still didn't have half a penny bonus, and he didn't get the appreciation of the leader.

On the contrary, those who sing against the leader when they have a little stomach expectation, or ask for merit and reward when they do some, are rising step by step.

In the past, Liang Shui didn't decide to work in those factories for too long, so he didn't particularly care, but now that he looks back, he finds that there are so many doorways here.

ps: As you can see from this chapter, I have significantly accelerated the pace of Liang Shui's growth. Huhu, I have made a big change and deleted the last 40,000 words of the manuscript. In order for everyone to watch it more comfortably, I chose a moderate compromise between the sense of rhythm and the realism of self-insistence, and drastically deleted the written manuscript, can you give me some recommendation votes? Of course, I also have a little principle, without that trace of persistence, my novel will lose its vitality, otherwise my book will be reduced to ordinary people, and everyone must be disappointed, right?