At the end of the weekend, the workers returned to the company and continued to work.

Last week, Wednesday and Thursday, Zhang Ziyu's two coils were rolled in the finishing mill and transported to the steel foil workshop on Friday.

This is the most important part of the rolled foil.

Steel foil, that is, hand-torn steel, as the name suggests, is able to tear the steel by hand like tearing paper.

And what kind of properties is steel, and how thin does it have to be rolled to tear it by hand?

0.05mm?0.02?0.01?

And such a thin steel can be torn by hand, so how to ensure that it is not torn by mechanical equipment in the process of rolling and curling?

Don't say that the formula does not meet the performance requirements of other manufacturers, it is said that in the process of rolling, the steel coil is not rolled or broken, which is already an extremely difficult thing.

This not only requires the performance of the steel coil itself to meet the standard, but also requires that the rolling process is error-free.

And Zhang Ziyu is the first time to engage in hand-torn steel, completely inexperienced, the element ratio of steel is prepared by him alone, the process is designed by him alone, in this case, even if it is a 0.05mm thick steel coil, but in two days, it has been broken thirteen or fourteen times.

And because it was the first time, he didn't even know if there was a problem with the properties of the steel or the rolling process.

But at this point, he could only cross the river by feeling the stones, slowly adjust the process, and grasp the laws of the process first.

On Wednesday afternoon, after adjusting the process, the steel coil broke again, Zhang Ziyu's mentality was a little broken, he asked the employees to wear the steel belt first, and he went to the toilet to pee and calm down.

But when I walked to the toilet of the finishing workshop, I saw a familiar figure in the smoking area of the toilet before I went in.

Zhou Qiang!

Zhou Qiang is holding a cigarette in one hand, like Mr. Shu, holding his chest with one hand, his head is lowered, his brows are sad, and his figure is lonely.

Although I don't know what difficulties he encountered, the world of middle-aged people, there are old and young, and there is no simple word.

Zhang Ziyu sighed, went to the toilet to pee first, and then walked into the smoking area next to it.

He walked up to Zhou Qiang, lit a cigarette for himself, took one and handed it to Zhou Qiang, and asked, "Smoke me?" ”

Zhou Qiang raised his head, saw that it was him, gestured to the cigarette in his hand, and smiled reluctantly: "Smoke!" ”

"Take it...... Zhang Ziyu forcibly handed it to him, "I don't have many cigarettes." ”

Zhou Qiang had no choice but to take it and pin it to his ear.

After three cigarettes, Zhang Ziyu's mood calmed down a lot because of the frequent breaking steel coils, and asked Zhou Qiang with a smile: "What's wrong with my brother?" ”

"Huh?" Zhou Qiang didn't react to what Zhang Ziyu was asking, "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't think you're in a good mood." Zhang Ziyu flicked the cigarette ash.

"Huh!" Zhou Qiang laughed and shook his head, "It's okay." ”

Although the two have dealt with each other a few times, the relationship is really not deep, and Zhang Ziyu is not good to ask.

No more talking, only silent smoking.

Because Zhou Qiang came first, he finished smoking first. He put out the cigarette butt, went to throw it in the trash, and when he came back, he was still standing next to Zhang Ziyu and did not leave.

Zhang Ziyu's cigarette hasn't finished yet.

Zhou Qiang hesitated, but still asked out loud: "Leader, how much do you believe in the things of gods and ghosts?" ”

Zhang Ziyu took a deep puff of cigarette, but it was not enough for his lungs, and the corners of his mouth twitched, exhaling the smoke.

The smoke filled the air, and he hooked the corners of his mouth, as if smiling rather than smiling.

"Believe it, and don't believe it!" He replied.

Zhou Qiang was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"When I was studying, I was studying science and I believed in science. Knowledge of physical structure, chemical changes, biological evolution, etc., tells me that the existence of gods and ghosts is not scientific. So I don't believe it. Zhang Ziyu explained slowly,

"But there was once a great physicist, Albert Einstein, who said, 'The more I know, the more I don't know.'" How small are human beings to the universe? How ridiculous is the scientific knowledge of mankind to the theory of the universe? More than 100 years ago, Kelvin also said that the physics edifice had been built, and later people only had to add bricks and tiles to it. As a result, Einstein pried the foundation in a blink of an eye. It is difficult to say that our current scientific understanding is not wrong. So I believe that ghosts and gods exist, in a form that humans don't understand at the moment. ”

He looked at Zhou Qiang and said with a smile, "Brother, these things would rather be believed than not." ”

Zhou Qiang heard it in a fog, and said with an embarrassed smile: "The leader is really cultured. ”

Zhang Ziyu held a cigarette, squinted, looked at the tile lattice opposite, and asked, "So, my brother is in a bad mood because he encountered dirty things?" ”

"I'm not as cultured as a leader, I can't tell." Zhou Qiang took off the cigarette pinned to his ear and pinched it in his hand, "I just feel that the things in my house are not clean." ”

"At home?" Zhang Ziyu asked, "Ghost?" ”

Zhou Qiang shook his head: "It's a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be." More like a god. ”

"What's going on?"

"It all started two months ago." Zhou Qiang looked out the window, and there was a reminiscence in his eyes, "The last company was in debt and closed down, and I was unemployed at home. Therefore, my wife went to Jinyun Temple and asked the Bodhisattva to bless me to find a job early.

"The Bodhisattva seems to be very spiritual, and I came to this company in a few days. However, since then, things have started to go wrong.

"At first, it was my son who said that he would hear strange movements in the ceiling at night, saying that something was running around all the time, and he couldn't sleep. I didn't care at the time, I just thought it was a mouse. But then, the refrigerator at home will open for no reason, and the meal will disappear into thin air. The son bought a cat and came back to catch mice, but one night, the cat disappeared after a terrible scream.

"I also started to hear footsteps in my house, and when I was lying in bed, I would hear very soft footsteps above my head, under my feet, and in the walls. Every time I heard footsteps, I chased after them, but I couldn't see anything. It seems to be an invisible man.

"The smell began to smell in the house, not only the refrigerator, but also other things, pots and pans, furniture, clothes, quilts, ......"

After listening to Zhou Qiang's words, Zhang Ziyu asked, "Could it be an illusion?" ”

Middle-aged men are always stressed, and when they are stressed, they hallucinate.

Zhou Qiang was not sure, he shook his head: "I don't know." I feel that it has something to do with the Bodhisattva who my wife invited back. ”

"What's the relationship?"

"She blessed me with a job, and I blamed me for not repaying my vow."

Zhang Ziyu smiled: "Is this a bodhisattva?" ”

How can a bodhisattva be so small-minded, and he will be blamed if he doesn't make a vow; How can a bodhisattva's means be so low, disgusting people with footsteps and smells?

"It's hard to say." Zhou Qiang said.

"And now?" Zhang Ziyu asked.

"I took advantage of the Monday and Tuesday holidays to invite the master to come to the house to have a look, and if it was really the Bodhisattva to blame, I would help me plead for mercy. But who knew that all the goods that came were parallel goods, and they also provoked the things at home, and they tossed at home for a while. Zhou Qiang said, "The family could barely live in it, but now it can't live." ”

Zhou Qiang, a master who drives a forklift, works in three shifts, two white, two black and two rest, and the rest time is not a fixed weekend.

"My son is in junior high school and went to live in the school; My wife went to her best friend's house last night to stay temporarily. Zhou Qiang sighed.

"What about you?" Zhang Ziyu asked.

"I don't know yet."