Welding robots are divided into spot welding and arc welding, both of which account for 50% of the proportion of automobile body welding.

Since you want to compete, then be comprehensive, pull it out and slip, anyway, there is not much difference between the two in terms of technology, but one is welded iron and carbon steel, and the other is welded stainless steel.

With the facilitation of Lin Shufu, Roy Terry agreed to compete between the two.

But to make sure "it's fair and impartial," Roy Terry asked that the test be put two days later.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

In order to make hundreds of millions of dollars in orders a year, Roy Terry had to make sure that he would kill the heavens, so he had to airlift two sets of state-of-the-art welding robots from his headquarters to prevent accidents.

Han Yi is the same. They brought a spot welding robot this time, and arc welding is still being modified.

Therefore, the two parties agreed to conduct a welding robot competition two days later.

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Jiangnan recalls, the most memorable is Hangzhou.

Looking for Guizi in the middle of the month in the mountain temple, the county pavilion pillow looks at the tide. When will you come back again?

In Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan", he did not hesitate to praise Hangzhou.

Han Yi had also heard of this heavenly city for a long time.

However, I passed by Hangzhou before and just looked at the flowers, and did not stop to take a look.

This time, I took advantage of my leisure time to wander around.

Early the next morning, Han Yi went to West Lake.

After looking at the "two pools of the moon", it is one pool less than the three pools.

watched the "broken bridge", but unfortunately it was not broken, and there were no beauties across the bridge with him;

The times have changed, and I can no longer find the feeling of "three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus, uneven 100,000 families", nor will there be the artistic conception of "looking for him thousands of times, suddenly looking back, but that person is in the dim light".

However, Han Yi was not disappointed, riding a shared bicycle, while watching and making up for the leisurely charm, his soul was also sublimated.

After coming down from Lingfeng Mountain, the time had reached 11 o'clock.

Ride along the back streets and alleys of Xixi Road.

It rained lightly last night, and the neat bluestone pavement was still a little wet, and the washed air was also wafting with the fragrance of earth, which was refreshing.

Shuttling through the winding alleys, the pedestrians on both sides of the road seem unhurried, and the fast-paced life of the metropolis is completely invisible to them.

There was a humming of "babbling" from the front, and Han Yi turned his head to look for it, as if it came from the second floor of a tea and food station in front of him.

When I rode over, I found that this was the back door of a small classical building with a Western style, and the figures on the upper floor were faintly visible, and it was very busy.

Han Yi parked the car and entered through the back door.

As for the bike-sharing, Doom 2, who is following behind, will help him keep an eye on it.

Walking up the narrow wooden staircase to the second floor, you suddenly see that you are decorated in the same style as a teahouse;

The open hall is not big, only about 60 square meters, there is a small stage for opera performances above, two old men singing music are babbling on it, and below are seven or eight solid wood tables, which are already full of guests.

Han Yi shared a table with others, then sat down and listened quietly. He couldn't tell which faction it was, what he wanted was nothing more than an artistic conception.

I ordered two dishes and one soup, stir-fried shiitake mushrooms with green vegetables, Dongpo meat, and a seaweed egg soup.

Don't look at all ordinary dishes, the chef's skills are good, the color and flavor are complete, especially the Dongpo meat, in the small pot of pottery, the Dongpo meat is fat and thin, the meat is fragrant, with the purest Hangzhou flavor;

Listening to good songs and tasting delicious food in such a small building with the charm of Jiangnan is also a great enjoyment of life.

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After listening to the song and eating, I continued on my way.

Ride along the alley to the end and turn the corner, and you will arrive at the main road in front, where the traffic on the road is like weaving, and the pedestrians are hurrying, and the quiet and pleasant back alley seem to be two worlds.

Han Yi took out his mobile phone to check it, and then continued to ride westward, with the famous Xixi Wetland Park in front of him.

Enter the park from Gaozhuang and ride around.

The park is densely wooded, with long green vines wrapped around the trunks, and the trees are filled with willful shrubs and manicured bushes.

The park is deep, and after going around a few times, Han Yi doesn't know where he has been.

Seeing the yellow walls and black tiles looming in front of me, I rode over.

When I got to the front, I found that it was actually a temple, and the plaque was written with three gilded characters of "Qushui Nunnery".

Han Yi vaguely remembers this temple. It was re-created by Zen Master Yunqi Gude in the first year of Ming Zhenzhen.

Build a nunnery according to the stream, the door welcomes the curved water, non-boat Modu, so it is called "the curved water hermitage".

The door opened, Han Yixin walked in, and was faced with a merit box, and behind the merit box was an octagonal offering pavilion, which enshrined Maitreya Buddha;

There are also two lines of Buddhist proverbs engraved on both sides of the pavilion: smile at the ridiculous people in the world when you open your mouth, and the big belly can tolerate the things that the world cannot tolerate.

Han Yi walked to the side of the merit box and stuffed the thousands of dollars in his pocket.

With a big cat and a kitten, his heart has also become a lot softer.

If money can buy them a peaceful life, he is willing to exchange the entire Tianyi for it.

Turn your head to look, the nunnery is not big, the corridors on the left and right sides should be pilgrims' dormitories, there is an attic on the east and west sides, there is a pavilion behind the west attic, there is a big bell in it, and there is nothing else.

At this time, there was no sound in the hermitage, and there was not even a single tourist.

Walking forward, the bluestone slabs on the pavement, the green grass grows tenaciously from the brick cracks, and the two plum trees in the corner of the main building, although they do not bloom stamens, are also green branches and green leaves, elegant and quiet.

Walk to the east attic and find that it was originally a lecture hall, the hall is clean and refreshing, as if there are monks living here;

Go upstairs along the escalators on both sides of the small building, upstairs incense hall, the middle hall enshrines Amitabha Buddha, Guanyin, the three holy bodhisattvas of the general trend to the west.

In addition, there is an incense burner and a merit box under the middle hall, and there is a futon in front of the box, which is used to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Just as Han Yi was watching, an old monk walked out of the hall, dressed in gray Haiqing, about seventy years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

The old monk walked to the desk, took out three sticks of incense and handed them to Han Yi, "Donor, please." ”

"Thank you, Master. Han Yi took the incense and thanked him, walked to the desk and lit it, then came to the futon and knelt down, raised the incense over his forehead, and closed his eyes to petition for the big cat and the kitten.

Get up and insert the incense into the incense burner, take a half step back and fold your hands, and the petition ends.

The whole process, including asking for incense, lighting incense, kneeling, and offering incense, Han Yi's movements were very standard, and the old monk next to him kept smiling and watching.

Han Yi thanked him again.

The old monk asked, "I wonder where this benefactor came from?"

"Jinling. ”

The old monk's expression was a little surprised, and then he said, "There is a benefactor who has been waiting for you." ”

"Oh, who?" Han Yi wondered.

The old monk said, "You can go and see it." ”

Han Yi followed the old monk downstairs with questions and walked towards the pilgrim's dormitory diagonally opposite.

Outside the middle door, the old monk said, "She's inside!"

"Trouble Master. Han Yi thanked him and knocked on the door.

"The door is not closed, come in!"

Hearing the voice inside, a look of surprise appeared on Han Yi's face.

Pushing open the door, the 10-square-meter cottage is very simple, a bed, a square table, two square stools, and a desk is placed near the window, and the person holding the scroll next to the desk is not Song Yunxiang?

Song Yunxiang was wearing a plain dress, her long black waterfall hair was tied behind her head with a ribbon, and her eyes were as bright as stars;

At this time, the sunlight outside the window shone on her face, and the whole person was as beautiful as the person walking out of the painting.

Han Yi paced over and asked with a hint of surprise, "Why are you here?"

Song Yunxiang pursed her lips and smiled, "Guess!"

"Where can I guess this?" Han Yi said with a smile, and then asked, "Then why didn't you go to school?"

When school started in September, Song Yunxiang didn't go to school again, and she turned off her phone when she called her;

I didn't expect to meet her here.

"There's no need anymore. ”

Song Yunxiang's faint tone made Han Yi feel a sense of not second, and asked in surprise: "You...... You're not going to become a monk, are you?"

Song Yunxiang glanced at him, with a smile in her eyes, "I haven't seen through the red dust yet!"

"Oh, that's good. Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "You're going to become a monk, and there will be one less female scientist in the world." ”

Saying that, Han Yi pulled a stool and sat down, "Tell me, how did you know I was going to come here?"

"Fate comes and goes, fate gathers and disperses, fate arises and is born, fate falls and is destroyed, and all laws are born and are all fate. Song Yunxiang said something from the Buddhist scriptures.

Han Yi smiled and didn't answer, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

The last time I went to Treasure Island, I bumped into Song Yunxiang, and this time I came to Zhejiang Province and bumped into her again, if it wasn't for someone leaking his whereabouts, it would really be ape dung.

Then thinking of what Zhu Chuan once said, he couldn't help but be curious: "I heard that you took a break from school for more than a year when you were 14 years old, why?"

"Because I have a disease!" Song Yunxiang said with a smile.

Han Yi was stunned and said, "What kind of disease?"

"If you don't have money, you will die. ”

Han Yi: "......"