landbeastnovel Chapter 30 Incident
Chapter 30 Incident
impossible?
What a scoundrel of a man! Who does he think he is?!
She's always the one picking on others; she's the one giving everyone the "friend zone" treatment.
Who gave men the right to say it's impossible?
Lin Shuyao admitted that Cheng Zheng's words really stung her.
She had only been flirting casually, hoping to distract him from questioning her identity. But now, she was suddenly filled with a competitive spirit, determined to win him over!
Even harder...
She loves training dogs the most.
On the way back to the factory, Lin Shuyao kept quiet, neither mentioning that she didn't know how to fasten her seatbelt nor looking for any opportunity to have physical contact with Cheng Zheng.
Her small face was cold and indifferent, and she turned to look out the window, not even glancing at him.
Cheng Zheng remained silent.
The atmosphere inside the car was so cold that if anything accidentally wandered in, it would freeze instantly.
The car quickly stopped at the factory gate.
Cheng Zheng glanced at Lin Shuyao and said, "You get out of the car first. I'll have Assistant Zheng deliver your things to your dorm."
"Thank you." Lin Shuyao didn't even glance at him. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, got out, and slammed the door shut in one smooth motion.
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At 2 p.m. sharp, the factory's loudspeaker rang the pre-class bell.
Lin Shuyao and several colleagues walked into the small auditorium with their notebooks in hand.
However, ten minutes before class started, the podium remained empty.
At first, everyone sat quietly and talked in hushed tones, but by 2:30 p.m., the buzzing in the auditorium had become noticeably louder.
"The factory representative has never been late before, what's going on today?"
"Yeah, he's always on time, this is really unusual."
Lin Shuyao didn't join the discussion, but her gaze fell on the empty podium, and she was also puzzled.
Given Cheng Zheng's style, he's always the one scolding others for being late, how could he possibly be late himself?
That's really strange.
Soon, people began to speculate: "Was something holding him up?"
"Even if the representative has something to do, where is Assistant Zheng? Surely it's not like there's no one to come and give instructions to everyone? That's too unusual."
"Why don't some people go check out the representative's office?"
The man sitting near the door volunteered, standing up and saying, "I'll go!"
He jogged out of the auditorium.
"Let's go take a look too." Several curious comrades followed and ran out.
The remaining dozens of people continued to wait in the auditorium.
The discussion grew louder, and the topic shifted from the factory representative to the various gossip and rumors circulating in the factory recently, creating a somewhat restless atmosphere.
About seven or eight minutes later, the first man who went to inquire about the news came running back, panting.
"Everyone, please be quiet!"
"I just went to check, and the factory representative isn't in the office, nor is Assistant Zheng. Not only him, but also the leaders of several departments and several directors of the factory office are not here. I found a leader's secretary and asked around. Apparently, all the leaders were called away for an emergency meeting. It seems something happened at the factory."
Something happened?
What could possibly prevent leaders from even having time to notify everyone that classes are canceled?
This seems quite serious.
Just then, several comrades who had followed behind also brought back news.
"We've found out. It's Comrade Ivanov, the Soviet expert the factory hired, who's insisting on returning to the Soviet Union! The factory leaders are currently holding a meeting to discuss how to appease him and get him to stay in the country!"
"Go back to China? Why? The aid project has just started, hasn't it? If he leaves, who will guide us technically?"
"It seems that the Soviet cook who prepares meals for this expert went back to his country last week for surgery due to illness. The newly transferred cook can't get used to the food, so he started throwing a tantrum, saying that he can't work if he doesn't eat well, and he also wants to go back to his country until his personal cook recovers."
The auditorium erupted in chaos.
An emergency meeting was triggered by a meal?
That's absolutely hilarious!
"To abandon a job and go back home just because the food isn't to your liking? That's just too much bourgeois hedonism!"
"We're tightening our belts ourselves, giving the best flour, eggs, and canned meat to the specialist kitchen staff first, and they still can't get used to the food?! They're so hard to please!"
An informed comrade revealed more information:
"That's right. I heard that just the butter and sausages for this expert alone had to be specially transferred from Harbin. Fresh steaks also need to be airlifted from Shanghai twice a week. Even the pickled cucumbers used as side dishes can't be made like that here, so they have to be transferred along with the supplies."
"That's not all! To ensure the authentic taste of the black tea he drinks, it's said that the logistics department specifically contacted the foreign trade department and used our precious export quota to exchange for a batch of British black tea... Our own comrades are so reluctant to throw away the tea leaves after drinking it, they brew it several times, but he, on the other hand, insists on having British tea, tsk tsk..."
The comrade who spoke rolled his eyes in disdain.
The comrade who heard this looked incomprehensible and incredulous.
Who are these so-called experts? How dare they call themselves experts?
Which of the domestic experts isn't hardworking and frugal, while the Soviets are so precious?
"I think these experts are just deliberately making things difficult for us!"
"Yeah, they're just looking for trouble. We shouldn't pay them any attention. Take it or leave it!"
"Exactly! Why should they get whatever they want? Don't spoil their bad habits!"
"Who can blame them for having the resources?" a technician in the steel rolling mill said helplessly to the crowd.
"You don't know, Comrade Ivanov is one of the top technical authorities in the Soviet automobile industry. The core debugging and subsequent technical drawings for the machine tool production line we are introducing this time all depend on him."
"Without his guidance, the newly arrived precision machine tools in the workshop would just be a bunch of immobile lumps of iron, and the production of some auto parts would not be able to keep up. Who knows when the goal of making domestic cars will be achieved."
"To put it bluntly, he's the one holding us by the neck now, not the other way around. And what we see as 'difficult to please' might just be a basic requirement for him."
These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly cooling down the heated discussion.
Everyone looked at each other.
The atmosphere was silent.
Instead, there was a deep sense of anxiety and powerlessness.
Yes, what can we do when we lack the technology?
That means you have to be subservient to others and have to watch their expressions.
But this feeling is truly... fucking awful!
Someone clenched their fist and shouted, "So we have to prove ourselves! We endure, learn, and work hard now so that we won't have to endure anymore in the future! The most important thing right now is to get the production line running. As for everything else... keep it in mind for now."
"Yes! Bending down is so that one day we can stand up straighter. What hardships haven't we Chinese endured? What humiliations haven't we suffered? We'll swallow this bitterness for now, but it must be etched into our bones and etched into our blood. When we build our own machine tools and draw up our own blueprints, then we'll spit out this bitterness with our heads held high!"
"Well said!"
"That's it!"
The people in the auditorium were excited, their eyes were bright, and their faces showed a kind of determination and resilience after they had become clear-headed.
This is not just an argument about an expert or a meal; it is one of the bitter experiences that a country struggling to get started must swallow on its path to catching up.
Looking at the young and vibrant faces and listening to everyone's encouraging words, Lin Shuyao felt a surge of energy rise within her.
Now that she has traveled to this era and impersonated someone else, shouldn't she also contribute her own strength to the country?