Chairman Jia took a dozen steps and looked back again. A little uneasy, looking at the ladle from afar. The ladle is firmly hooked by the hook. First, there is a square column-shaped double-span hook that slowly hangs down, and the double-span hook is like an iron handle on a bucket. The two hooks of the handle are as thick as the beams of the house. After slowly descending, it slowly drooped down to the two protruding ears of the ladle.

"Almost, just right. A little more, okay, okay. Che Twelve Jin shouted on the side. When shouting, he put his hands behind his back, and his voice was neither high nor low, like the knob of a radio, and he was adjusted to a frequency that was neither harsh nor hoarse, neither arrogant nor timid. Look at the high car, the leader of the Wang team has a gloomy face, is concentrating on operating the overhead crane, and does not look at the car twelve catties. The car is 12 pounds and the handle is carried on the back. Hmph, thanks to the fact that I have been carrying my hands on my back.

Chairman Jia couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes followed the fast-moving crane, and muttered: "At this time, you have to be fast, and if you slow down a pack of molten steel, it will be wasted." ”

The ladle stops next to the sandbox. One side of the mouth of the ladle was slowly straightened, and then a small hook hung down, and someone helped to hook the ring on the side of the ladle.

"Almost, okay, okay, wow." The car is twelve pounds to help the people on the modeling command.

The styling people seem to be correcting: "Wow, slow down, slow down, slow down." Well, it's still a master, it's just different. ”

The car turned around with his hands behind his back and walked away, without speaking. A pair of eyes were glued to the pouring mouth in the corner of the sandbox.

When the ladle is tilted to an angle, a stream of red like volcanic rock flows out. The man in the shape stabilizes the ladle with a long iron rod.

The molten steel flows, straight and impartial, into the sandbox sprue. A puff of smoke rose up, blending with the lights in the air that had just been lit up, a bit like the smoke of a movie.

Chairman Jia muttered, "There was a false alarm. It's not simple, I didn't expect Master Wang's skills to be so good. No wonder people have big shelves. ”

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