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1786 How many Mr. Yang are there?(2/2)

"Then let's take a look first!"

Second workshop.

"Old Liu, it's been three hours!"

Hou Baobao muttered softly on the side, and glanced at Yang Xiaotao with a serious expression.

On this day, the work pressure on site, the physical and energy consumption, ordinary people could not stand it for half an hour, let alone Yang Xiaotao, who worked for three hours without taking a break or drinking water?

"Mr. Yang knows what's going on, don't worry."

Liu Daming sat on a chair and felt tired after standing for three hours. Although he said he was fine, he was also worried in his heart.

"Master, Mr. Yang should be fine!"

Shen Rong spoke at the side, his eyes never leaving, knowing more about Yang Xiaotao's condition.

"Mr. Yang's rhythm was not messy from beginning to end. And I saw the speed of the operation. It was neither too fast nor too slow. It should be very confident!"

Shen Rong lamented that he could also enter this state, or that anyone who became an eighth-level master would enter this state, otherwise he would not be able to become one.

"It's just that this time is too long!"

Chen Chonghan interjected with emotion.

They all have similar visions. They may not be as good as Yang Xiaotao technically, but their vision is comparable.

"It's almost done! It's almost done!"

Wang Fa beside him said that although he was the workshop director, he was still a seventh-level fitter. He was still one level away from the top, but he could still see the general idea.

"I don't know if it will work!"

Zhou Hong was worried at the side.

"I believe that Mr. Yang can do it!"

Zhang Guanyu suddenly spoke, his voice was low but extremely sure.

Liu Daming, Shen Rong and others around him all nodded.

They had seen Yang Xiaotao's skills in the northwest. He was a man who could rub mushroom egg shells with his hands and make a compressor for an airplane. Wasn't it easy?

Even Chen Chonghan feels that success is certain.

But what worries him is whether people like him can keep up with Yang Xiaotao.

"Mr. Yang can indeed do it!"

Liu Daming suddenly sighed, then lowered his head and looked at his calloused hands, "But how many Mr. Yang do we have?"

After the words fell, everyone was silent!

Buzzing…

call out…

The sound of the machine suddenly stopped, making the originally noisy workshop quiet.

"Mr. Yang!"

Lou Xiao'e reacted the fastest. Seeing Yang Xiaotao stop the machine and touch the sweat on his forehead, he hurriedly came forward with a jar and a towel.

Yang Xiaotao left his work station, took the towel and wiped his face, then drank all the cold water in the jar.

At this time, Liu Daming, Zhang Guanyu and several others came forward to inspect Yang Xiaotao's products.

Lou Xiao'e watched Yang Xiaotao go to the side and sit down to rest, and quickly found a board from the side to fan the wind.

Yang Xiaotao came out of a state of high concentration and felt a little dazed for a while. He closed his eyes and quietly regained consciousness.

At this moment, my body feels as if I have fought Ran Qiuye for three hundred rounds. Not only does my back hurt, but my head is also dizzy!

Fortunately, after sitting for a while and drinking some water, I felt much relieved.

At this time, Zhang Guanyu was leading nervous surveyors.

The workpiece is difficult to make and difficult to measure.

No one dared to be sloppy and went one by one, especially the accuracy test, and the three-three method was used.

That is, three people are selected, and each person is tested three times in a row.

If there is a deviation in any one of the tests, all the test results of that person will be discarded.

The remaining data are averaged to get the final result.

Yang Xiaotao waited aside and saw that the time had already reached one o'clock in the afternoon. By this time, there was probably no food in the cafeteria.

When Lou Xiao'e saw Yang Xiaotao checking the time, she hurriedly explained, "I told Master Zhang in the cafeteria to set aside food, but no one ate it!"

Yang Xiaotao wiped his face with a towel, raised his head and nodded to Lou Xiao'e, then got up and walked forward.

Lou Xiao'e looked at Yang Xiaotao's strong back under his wet shirt and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

I secretly thought in my heart that I would let Xue Xue train hard later.

"Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang, you are really capable!"

Yang Xiaotao came closer and Wang Fa got out of the way.

"Brother Wang!"

The two of them stood together, and Wang Fa couldn't help but sigh, "What on earth do you want to do? This stop lasts three and a half hours, you are so awesome!"

"Brother Tao, be mighty!"

Zhou Peng's voice came from behind, and the workshop immediately became chaotic!

Liu Daming and the others in front were not in the mood to take care of it, and were focused on the components.

After a long time, Zhang Guanyu came over with the recorded results, with joy on his face.

Everyone will know the result at a glance.

Sure enough, Zhang Guanyu first glanced at Yang Xiaotao and showed an excited expression, "Mr. Yang, the engine stator you made fully meets the design requirements!"

Ouch…

bang bang bang
Chapter completed!
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