The "veteran" held a Niugui's ribs flat in front of his eyes and observed the curvature of the bone after deep processing.

The laser ruler of the auxiliary instrument drew one node after another on the light yellow bone surface, and marked the error, accurate to microns.

As usual, he patrolled the workshop and acted as a quality inspector, conducting random inspections at any time. The standards were strict and almost harsh.

"This one...is useless."

Now that it was useless, the "veteran" stopped being cautious and held the end of Niu Gui's rib with one hand. Feeling that it was quite handy, he exerted force on his wrist and used the rib as a pointer to slap the workbench.

"Last night, it was because of your rough skills that I almost lost my old face in front of Mr. Mo. Their designs and processes require your craftsmanship, and you have to do even this."

No, you have the nerve to take the job, but I don’t have the nerve to send it there!"

Around him, the workers in the workshop were relatively stable, most of them kept their mouths shut and remained quiet, and no one defended themselves.

However, the overall environment of the workshop is still quite noisy - at this time, at least five times the normal number of people have been placed in the assembly workshop, with more than half of the seven hundred or so strong workers crammed in here.

The other half is next door.

As for the remaining old, weak, women and children, there are other places to "house" them. In short, they are separated from each other, which gives people more room for imagination and breeds more uneasiness.

They couldn't help but worry. The current situation was almost exactly the same as what happened when the so-called "tramps returned" and were packed away to Baicheng. Their fate was still in the hands of others, and they couldn't tell whether they would live or die in the future.

In the past ten years, two similar incidents have occurred in a row, and everyone's mentality will collapse.

But the more times this happens, the more "veterans" have to hold on.

He is the spiritual leader of this group of people. Anyone can mess up, but he can't mess up. He can't let everyone waste their energy in the mire of negative emotions.

So he gritted his teeth secretly, put up a front on the outside, and put on this posture of being calm in the face of danger and having everything under control, trying to expose the juniors around him to more familiar scenes and avoid imaginary combinations of negative emotions.

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At present, the effect is limited, but he still has to bite the bullet and continue to do it, reprimanding his disciples with full force:

"Everyone in this workshop should go back to their workstations, and everyone else should stand aside. No matter what happens today, 20 sets of rough blanks must be delivered to me. If you can't do this rough processing, why should I promote you?"

?”

Probably because of his words, someone asked him, "Master, can Mr. Mo help us deal with this problem?"

The "veteran" stared: "What's the matter? What's the matter with us? A bunch of people have reached this point, what else do you want to cause trouble to?"

While he was talking, the rib pointer slapped the young apprentice next to him on the shoulder unceremoniously, causing the young man to twist his neck and scream in pain.

The "veteran" maintained his energy and pointed at the stupid disciple who came forward rashly and scolded: "We, a group of people, have traveled from Hengduan Mountain to across the ocean to this hellish place, and have been exiled for more than three thousand miles, right?

Did the Star Alliance Committee give a reason? No! No reason is the biggest reason. With this reason, any crime is no longer a reason..."

As long as the momentum is enough, even if the logic of the combination is twisted, it will still have the effect of stimulating the brain. The more the "veteran" talks, the more confident he becomes: "As long as you don't kill people and set fire to robbers, control your lower body, and don't do things that are harmful to nature.

What are you afraid of, some unfounded charges? Our identity is like a mallet in someone's hand, helping to beat the gongs and drums to build momentum, get some dirt, bear some charges, don't worry if there are too many lice, what are you afraid of?

ghost!"

"Master is right, don't hit me, don't hit me!" The talkative apprentice was about to get his neck twisted, but his begging for mercy became much louder.

The "veteran" just gave up when he saw good things. In fact, he knew very well that these words were extreme and biased, but they were the ones that the homeless people around him were most willing to listen to.

These young people are already used to using similar methods to hypnotize themselves and numb themselves, and are used to lying at the bottom of the sinkhole and looking up - they have already declined to this point, so they are not afraid of falling even worse. On the contrary, as long as they

Climbing up a little distance is great progress.

It’s an old saying, as long as it works…

The stagnant air in the workshop finally started to flow again. People in the workshop began to move to their respective workstations, while others stood against the walls on both sides.

Seeing this situation, the "veteran" secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath could be completely exhaled from his heart and lungs, the small door leading to the observation passage on the side opened, and someone staggered in, seemingly pushed.

, the portal behind it closed immediately.

Everyone in the whole workshop looked over there.

The person who was pushed in was wearing a light blue shirt and jeans, with white shoes on her feet. She had short hair and a round face. She was dressed plainly. At first glance, she looked quite student-like, and her age was a bit unclear. She was quite calm at this time, but

After adjusting his collar a little, he smiled at the dozens of people in the workshop, with his usual reservedness but also a bit of bitterness.

Then many people shouted at the same time:

"Director Jiang!"

"Ezuka, why is it you?"

"You must have done this because of your troubles!"

"You were imprisoned too?"

There were only a few dozen people, and they spoke in two different tones. Some were concerned, and some were sarcastic. Especially when they heard the different tones of the people next to them, and they glared at each other, the atmosphere in the entire workshop was no longer stagnant.

It's just much more confusing than before.

"Why are you making so much noise! ​​Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

The "veteran" swung the pointer hard, suppressed it forcefully, and at the same time separated the crowd and headed in that direction.

In fact, he was a little surprised. Etsuka, the technical director of Osawa Processing Plant, the leader of Matsudaira Laboratory, and their closest collaborator during this period, just appeared in front of him. Look at this posture, it is clear that

He was also imprisoned.

The situation is worse than expected.

At this time, the "veteran" felt something in his heart. He turned his head and looked through the observation window on the outer wall of the workshop, just in time to see several figures appearing over there. There was Okuhira Yoshizo, but the most conspicuous one was

The "addict" who ordered the arrest earlier.

At this moment, the thoughts in the mind of the "veteran" changed continuously. Finally, he became emotional, changed his route temporarily, strode towards the observation window, and directly slapped the rib pointer up, making the glass window buzz.

"Okuhira Yoshizo, if the business can't be done, why do you want to do something dirty? What kind of idea are you getting together with this union worm?"

If it weren't for the glass window, the rib pointer would have been slapped directly on Okudaira's face.

In fact, the "veteran" wanted to smoke the "addict" next to him more...but he didn't dare, really didn't dare.

Okuhira Yoshizo is not a soft-hearted person, but at least he is reasonable and runs the factory according to the rules. But the "addict" next to him uses any means to do it and keeps doing it.

"Veterans" call him a "union worm" because he is the vice president of the Pingmao Market Labor Federation, which is an inconspicuous one among his more than ten titles, large and small.

Even this did not bring him a good reputation.

The "veteran" only dared to call "worm" because of his status as a trade union member, and his heart felt a little tight in a rare way...

But if we don’t do this, how can we shift the focus?

Gotogi didn't react at all to the face-to-face criticism from the "veteran". He kept a half-smiling expression on his face that was too thin and out of shape, and turned around and left without saying a word. He was incredibly good-tempered.

Okudaira Yoshizo also left. From the beginning to the end, his face was as black as iron, frighteningly gloomy, but he didn't express any sign.

"Rat in the gutter."

The "veteran" spat angrily, and of course he was not talking about Okudaira Yoshizo.

He also knew that to ordinary people like them, Goto Yi was not a mouse, but a giant crocodile. Although he was lying in the gutter, he relied on his strong background to pull out countless crocodiles from the sewage.

The good thing is that he was raised to be fat, ferocious and terrifying.

At this time, the "veteran" was particularly hoping that this incident was "just" Okuhira Yoshizo's trick, so that the situation would be simple.

But this is destined to be just a delusion. Walking in from Ezuka, the "veteran" knows that things are probably not going to get better.

Thinking of Ezuka, the "veteran" discovered that the rules that had been finally drawn up in the workshop were messed up again. A bunch of people flocked to Ezuka, asking about the situation, and because of Ezuka's subtlety among them,

Due to status, it is easy for some exaggerated remarks to come out, and then internal quarrels will form.

"Are you causing trouble? What exactly do you want to do?"

"Why are you talking? I didn't notice that Director Jiang was also detained...Master also said that it was Okuhira Yoshizo!"

"I don't think it's that simple. Maybe it's a counter-intuitive scheme."

"You can hide a bunch of ghosts in your mind!"

No matter who was arguing, Ezuka didn't speak again, just lowered her head slightly, with a slightly nervous smile, without any self-discrimination - Ezuka is such a person, despite the fact that she also leads a scientific research team, research

It is still a sensitive project that transcends scientific ethics, but her daily performance, just like her dress at this time, cannot escape the student spirit in the ivory tower.

The "veteran" has been communicating with her on and off for several years, and he thinks he understands.

The theatergoers outside temporarily left, and the "veteran" shook his rib pointer again and came back to rescue Ezuka: "Is this how you work during work?"

After all, the scene was a little chaotic, and someone actually said back: "Today is Sunday!"

Then a series of complaints broke out:

"Even if I work three shifts, I'm still off work today!"

"I didn't brush my teeth, didn't wash my face, so I just slipped here."

"Today is Mother's Day, and my mother still doesn't know where she is locked up..."

Finally, the prestige of the "veteran" was considerable, so people just talked and vented the impact of the series of changes. After the old man glared and cracked his whip for a few rounds, the crowd slowly dispersed.

Go back to the work station when you should go back to work, squat in the corner when you should squat in the corner.

"Thank you, Master Shou."
To be continued...