"Zhou Jie, how do you think I'm doing at my job?"

Yi Chuanzong was lying on the bench with his legs curled up. The pillows under his head were stacked three times, so that the pillow was very high and the whole person was half-reclined. His posture was exactly the same as when he was smoking a cigarette.

Needless to say, whether this position is comfortable or not, I can read novels on my phone all night while leaning sideways, and a king player can lie down for a whole day and even kneel forty times, feeling very energetic and ecstatic.

However, this posture is not perfect. It is just like Yi Chuanzong's current situation, with his right arm under his body and a cigarette in his hand, and his left arm has to grind the workpiece on the vise.

He is working now!

Elder Yi Chuanzong felt that he was missing an arm and could only move the hand pressed under him. He took a puff of cigarette and his trachea was clear. Drinking tea made his throat feel moist. You can't have both cigarettes and tea. He could only be helpless.

He looked at his big bowl of tea.

In fact, it’s not that I can’t drink, I just don’t want to get up.

"Master, your skills are unparalleled in the world! Your working speed is also unmatched!"

Speaking the truth, Gong Zhoujie moved his eyes up and down, carefully observing the master's movements. When he saw the straight and regretful look in his eyes, he tactfully reached out and brought the teapot over.

"Master, you have tea."

Yi Chuanzong frowned and looked at the teapot in front of him, then glanced at his most trouble-making disciple.

"No! No! This won't work!"

Yi Chuanzong shook his head repeatedly, and moved his hand that was not easy to move under his body, and the burning orange-red cigarette butt moved in a straight line repeatedly.

After a moment of rejection, Yi Chuanzong said earnestly: "Zhou Jie, you are just too smart and think about too many things. You have been with me for so long, and you still don't know my character? How can I have a bad temper on weekdays?

I know you respect me, just make me some tea and let you bring it to my mouth. We are about the same age, why do I have to lie down first?"

Gong Zhoujie suppressed a smile, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Master, I don't mean that."

With such an interruption, the previous thoughts of respecting teachers and being humble, etc., have all disappeared without a trace. Whatever words come out of Yi Chuanzong's mouth, it makes people think so easily.

Laugh three points.

Seeing him like this, Yi Chuanzong couldn't help scolding him: "Smile, you are still laughing. Among the three of us, you are the most skilled now! You have made the least progress! It's a good thing to like to use your brain, but you still have to use your hands to do this skill. This is what it is."

It’s a craft job, you have to pay attention!”

Gong Zhoujie turned his eyes with a thoughtful look, and said in a respectful tone: "Master, I remember."

Yi Chuanzong nodded and uttered two ouch, "I've been lying down for a long time, and my shoulders are a little sore. This old chair is too hard."

"No! This can't be done! I have to get up."

Gong Zhoujie suppressed a smile. In the past, it was okay to work together for a day, but now he couldn't lie down for two hours.

Yi Chuanzong struggled to get up. If he wanted to drink tea, he had to do it himself.

Life can be convenient, but you can’t skip all the work.

It’s the pig in the Jingshan breeding base. When it’s hungry, it grunts twice. When someone pours the feed into the trough, it still has to walk two steps before eating!

Life is not just about those bells and whistles that give it a sense of ritual. Those things that are said to be etiquette are just habits.

Just change the action of smoking a big cigarette to playing with a mobile phone, and the posture of lying down in nude art is almost the same.

How you want to live comfortably depends on what you think. The key is to be willing to participate in it.

In fact, the local etiquette is the most common. There are countless rules for just saluting. The cumbersome atmosphere during the wedding only feels fresh when you take it outside.

And while we were eating, we were supposed to be reciting poems and composing poems to cheer us up.

However, when it comes to my mouth, it tastes really good. It's also a little warm.

Yi Chuanzong's thoughts were racing for a while. After lying down for two hours, he had to sit up for a while.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Gong Zhoujie next to him who was holding back hard.

The disciple laughed at me again.

Yi Chuanzong felt a little annoyed. He held the sandpaper in his left hand and rubbed it hard on the workpiece twice. Then he threw the sandpaper in his hand onto the workbench with a flick of his arm. Before Gong Zhoujie could react, his hand

The large tea bowl inside has been taken away.

Yi Chuanzong opened the large bowl of tea, took a sip, looked at Gong Zhoujie who was still dazed, and scolded: "What are you doing? I have finished your work for you, but I still have to help you measure it?"

Gong Zhoujie said seriously: "Master, with your skills, I know the standard dimensional accuracy of five microns without measuring! How can I measure the workpiece that comes out of your hands? No need to measure!"

Yi Chuanzong took a sip of tea with a smile on his lips, slowly covered the big teapot, then raised his hand to take a puff of cigarette, with a faint smile on his face the whole time.

Phew~

Exhale in one breath, and a big smoke ring will appear as if you are puffing out clouds of smoke. All the rest will be exhaled, and the smoke will surround you.

Yi Chuanzong raised his head and gestured, "Measure, confidence comes from confidence, we must be responsible for our work."

"Hey, good!"

After hearing this, Gong Zhoujie picked up the micrometer and started measuring.

Soon, after he finished the measurement, he said seriously: "Master, the workpiece in your hand is specified to be five microns, so I told you not to measure it!"

He respected Yi Chuanzong from the bottom of his heart.

The two of them had been together for so long and were doing the same job. The huge technical gap seemed like a celestial stream between them.

Not only was Yi Chuanzong stronger than him, but compared to other masters, he was too strong.

Just talking about this workpiece, there are no mistakes in the whole process, and the dimensional accuracy is standard five microns. Want to measure it again? This workshop does not have such high-precision measuring tools!

All workpieces are constant at five microns, without exception!

He himself can't guarantee even a trace of accuracy. What a huge gap is this?

Even the machine is not so stable, but one person can reduce the error between the two workpieces to a level that cannot be measured by two people with existing tools, and there are no mistakes in the whole process.

This is equivalent to the fact that the machine is not worn out and has no faults! At Yi Chuanzong's age, he can still maintain his craftsmanship for at least thirty years. How can he not be worthy of admiration?

And this led to an even more terrifying fact, his master could rub curved surfaces by hand!

Gong Zhoujie's scalp went numb just thinking about it.

Which master can roll a spherical workpiece by hand? The distance from the center of the circle to any point on the arc surface can be maintained within such a high accuracy.

Processing accuracy refers to the degree to which the actual size, shape, and position of the three geometric parameters of the surface of the processed part conform to the ideal geometric parameters required by the drawing.

The processing of spherical workpieces represents the most difficult dimensional accuracy, shape accuracy, and position accuracy control. The three come together. What workpiece cannot be made by hand?

Yi Chuanzong can even guarantee the surface smoothness, surface dimensional accuracy, and surface error value. Gong Zhoujie can't even imagine what kind of hands those are?

This person is not a machine. He can ensure that the error between the two previous times is extremely small. Yi Chuanzong can control the accuracy of all workpieces to the five micron level.

This may or may not be a coincidence.

Gong Zhoujie felt that his master was just a mist. A mountain was still a mountain, a mountain was not a mountain, and a mountain was still a mountain.

The virtual and the real, the true and false changes, and it is unpredictable.

When others look at Yi Chuanzong's lazy appearance at work, and his airs of attitude to avoid strangers, they may think that this person is lazy, frustrated, depressed, pretentious, arrogant, and depressed...

In Gong Zhoujie's eyes, this matter is another kind of sense. It is an invincible self-confidence, a kind of purity and nature, a kind of independent freedom and ease, and this foundation is unparalleled in the world.

The skills that have reached the highest level, and the mentality of talking and laughing.

The admiration in his heart was beyond words, and Gong Zhoujie naturally expressed his respect and respect from all aspects.

It was only Yi Chuanzong who felt awkward being served. In fact, Gong Zhoujie didn't think so much when he was serving tea and water. Everything came from his heart and he couldn't help himself.

Yi Chuanzong raised his eyelids and was not surprised that the accuracy reached five microns.

He grinds it according to this size, and there will definitely be deviations. He can't guarantee it at the nanometer level, but at the micron level, you can move as much or as little as you want, and everything is under control.

"I drank too much water. After finishing my work, it's time to go to the toilet and drain some water."

After saying that, Yi Chuanzong walked forward with steady and powerful steps, and his momentum started to rise as soon as his feet slowed down.

Although he has not made any progress in martial arts, he has faced off against beasts like tigers.

Those gazes and calm movements shorten the time to less than tenths of a second. Every moment is an invisible struggle, naturally full of majesty and huge momentum. It is the dangerous atmosphere released by life!

As for tigers, in terms of body alone, except for a few animals that are too large, they have few rivals. If human beings rely on their bodies alone, a company cannot be enough to play with a tiger.

"Master, I'm going too."

Gong Zhoujie quickly followed him. Going to the toilet was always contagious inexplicably.

Yi Chuanzong was very familiar with this matter. When he was in school, it was normal for a dozen or so people to go to the toilet together and maybe smoke a cigarette.

The two of them were walking outside, and the people they occasionally saw looked at them strangely.

Of course, Yi Chuanzong didn't feel anything. There were many "red" people, and he knew what would happen next in the security department hall. He didn't care about the weird looks in these people's eyes at all.

Gong Zhoujie, who was following him next to him, felt uncomfortable. Is it worthy of these people to just watch jokes without knowing anything? Who is laughing at whom?

Although Yi Chuanzong did not explain anything to him, there were many rumors in the factory, including the news that Yi Chuanzong had offended Director Li.

Gong Zhoujie had some guesses about what was going on inside. If the master made a mistake in his work, he would not believe it even to death. Someone must have made random excuses for the master to wear small shoes.

Why bother to accuse him? He felt so aggrieved in his heart!

He was angry and angry. Whenever there was someone with a sly look, Gong Zhoujie would turn his head and glare, and raise his arm to point at those people.
To be continued...