"Hey!"

Song Wenjun was startled, she didn't see Meng Fandong's movements clearly when it was dark, if it was during the day, she would never have snatched the bicycle by him.

But can he control the speed?

"Ahh

only heard a scream, and when the two ran over to take a look, the car fell to the ground, and Meng Fandong's head was stuck in a pile of rubble.

Pull it out and take a look, good fellow, there is an egg-sized bag on his forehead, which is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, he was also halfway awake from his wine, and he grinned in pain.

"Did I just take off?"

"Well, Brother Meng, you're riding too fast."

"No, I don't feel like I'm trying to do anything."

After pedaling twice, the car suddenly accelerated on its own, and with a large bend when riding, he didn't control his body and directly knocked down a pile of brick walls in front of someone's house.

"It's called a variable speed bike, and you don't have to push hard to get up to speed."

Shifting bikes? I've never heard of it.

After checking the car again, fortunately it was not broken, Song Wenjun told Deng Jie a few things to pay attention to, and left to go back to the guest house.

After she left, Meng Fandong continued to rub the big bag on his head.

"Old Deng, if you don't do it, I'll do it."

"What?" Deng Jie was confused.

"I'm going to chase this girl."

Yes? Deng Jie looked at him in surprise.

"You don't know Comrade Song."

"My dad and my mom only met when they got married, and they didn't know each other, didn't they live a lifetime?"

It makes sense, but why do you think it's weird? Comrade Song, can she agree?

Nothing to say all night, the next day left 50 yuan for Jiaming, so that he could buy a book he liked, and at noon the two went to the snack shop to eat, and she drove to the electrical factory.

After more than ten days, the scale of the factory has expanded to more than five times the original size.

The factory buildings are all built according to the drawings provided by Song Wenjun, and the materials come from the steel mill next door.

"Wenjun?"

Several workers who knew her greeted her warmly, thanks to her, everyone is now full of energy, this month's salary is the sum of the wages of the past few years, and now if you want to enter the electrical factory as a worker, you have to pull the relationship through the back door.

"Director Chen."

Chen Guoqing finally had his own independent office, knocked on the door and came in, the whole room was full of smoke and miasma, and several old smoking guns were "swallowing clouds and spitting fog", and Song Wenjun, who was choking, coughed.

"Wen Jun? You're finally back! ”

Chen Guoqing is worried, Song Wenjun provides them with electrical appliances, which are basically not available in China, and even in the world, they can't keep up with the technology, and there are more and more problems.

There are several old technicians in the factory, and some are recruited by the society, but they can't solve the problems they are encountering.

Now that Song Wenjun is back, it is simply his gospel.

"Everyone, she is Comrade Song Wenjun, semi-intelligent rice cooker, smart rice cooker, induction cooker and electric frying pan are all invented by Comrade Song."

"Let us welcome Comrade Song with warm applause."

Song Wenjun couldn't cry or laugh.

"Director Chen, what are you studying?"

Chen Guoqing had something to say, and quickly asked the technician to reflect the problems encountered in the production process to Song Wenjun.

"Let's go, let's go to the workshop."

No instruction is better than on-site teaching.

A technician who walked at the back, aged in his forties, his home is the county seat, and he had been working in a large electrical appliance factory in other places before, but this time because his old mother was not in good health, he could not resist the request of his family, and returned to the county electrical appliance factory as a technician.

His expression was very ugly, because in the discussion just now, Chen Guoqing had always rejected his proposal, and would rather wait a few days to start work than do what he said.

(End of chapter)