Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 82 Acupuncture Technology

An Ning once again found a corner and stayed there all night.

Fortunately, it's summer, so it's not that cold when you spend the night outside, but there are mosquitoes.

Early the next morning, Director Zhu went to work again. At the same time, he came out again and went to his mistress's house.

This was the moment An Ning had been waiting for, and she immediately went to where Director Zhu's wife was.

She grabbed a handful of dirt and made her face look gray and messy. Her hair was messed up and looked ugly.

With his head lowered, his waist bent, and a look of fear, he found Director Zhu's wife and timidly handed out a note with his fingers.

"Someone asked me to give it to you."

Director Zhu's wife subconsciously took it and without asking a word, the little beggar in front of her ran away.

She opened the note and was breathing heavily.

Zhu Jianping, he dares!

Women are inherently tough, and Zhu Jianping is a typical person who accepts the weak and fears the strong. His wife's family has good conditions. If Zhu Jianping hadn't been pretty good-looking at the beginning, it wouldn't have been his turn to marry her.

Zhu Jianping's wife directly called her seventh aunt and eighth aunt, and went to the address on the note angrily.

An Ning followed in the dark and saw a few people find the correct address. After kicking in the door, she kindly called many people over.

For a time, this alley was very lively.

In the narrow alley, there was constant crying and cursing and chaos.

Hidden in the tranquility of merit and fame, with my back to the alley, my mood began to improve.

It's almost time to go home.

As expected, revenge must be done personally.

But before going home, An Ning visited Factory Manager Li with her things.

Textile factory, director's office.

"When did you come, just you?"

"Yes, I'll do it myself. I need to trouble Director Li with something."

Director Li behind the desk raised his head in surprise, looked at An Ning and said, "I feel like my words are not right."

"You're welcome, just say it."

An Ning, who was on the other side of the table, smiled slightly and first handed over a drawing.

"Director Li, we have always valued equal exchange since ancient times. You have helped me too many times. This is my reward."

Director Li looked at the thick pile of paper on the table and didn't know what his expression should be.

This was the first time he saw someone bribe him with paper.

It's not that he wants anything, he just finds An Ning's way interesting.

"Let me see what this is."

Director Li opened the book with great interest.

This is a large white paper book. From the side, you can see that it is full of writing and has signs of use.

"Please."

An Ning sat back a little on the chair and leaned on the back of the chair, looking at ease.

Director Li opened the cover of the white paper, and a seven-character title came into view.

"Needle punched nonwoven technology."

After seven words, Director Li looked up and saw An Ning smiling calmly and nodding towards him.

Director Li lowered his head and turned to the next page, which had an explanation.

"The short fibers are fed, carded, and laid into a fiber web, and the fiber web is reinforced by needle punching into cloth, needle-punched non-woven fabrics and other series of products."

In just one sentence, Director Li has already given it the highest importance.

He continued to scroll down, and each page below fascinated him, even though he didn't understand it very well.

On each page below, there are complete drawings and dismantled drawings, with precise numbers marked on them. Each page says that this thing is not fabricated out of thin air, but a reality that can be made.

"An Ning, did you do this?"

"Correct."

An Ning nodded, moved away from the back of the chair, sat forward a little and said, "Director Li was a big help last time."

Director Li is a bit at a loss for words. How can his help be the same as the thing in front of him?

"How did you come up with this?"

"Director Li, have you forgotten? I visited the textile factory and communicated with several old masters. I thought about it when I went back and drew it."

Director Li has ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping around in his heart, and it will come out when he goes back to paint. This is really a good saying.

Can a human draw this?

That’s not right, it can be drawn by humans.

But this was not drawn by one man, in a short period of time, after a cursory visit to a textile factory.

Director Li closed the things in his hands, looked at An Ning, and asked again: "Do you want to come to work in the textile factory?"

"Don't worry, I'm telling you, as long as you come, you will get the same salary as me, and you won't have to go to work. Whenever the machine breaks down, or you have some ideas, you can just come back to work."

"How about it?"

An Ning smiled politely and shook his head.

"Thank you, Director Li, but I really can't come."

Director Li is really disappointed.

"but--"

"But what? I can agree to it."

An Ning looked at Factory Director Li who was more anxious than she was, and asked sheepishly: "I still want to ask you to do something, can you say it now?"

"Hi, yes, you say."

"I want you to help me listen to the news about Zhu Jianping, the bag factory. Call me whether it's good or bad, but don't do anything. I just want the news."

Factory Director Li is not an ordinary person, he is a factory director after all.

"Okay, I will definitely help you take care of this matter. Is there anything else?"

something else?

An Ning thought about it carefully and realized that her second brother at home really had something going on.

"Director Li, I would like to arrange for my second brother to learn to drive, preferably with a certain master, to go out more and see the world. I wonder if you can arrange it here?"

Factory Director Li didn't even think about it, and directly agreed: "No problem, you can ask your second brother to come when you go back. We have a car in our textile factory. Then let him learn from the master and run a sports car. It's a trivial matter. "

For Director Li, this is not a favor, but a good thing, because it can build a relationship with An Ning.

"Thank you in advance, but my second brother fell down the day before yesterday and was slightly injured. He needs to recover before he can come. I will call you then."

Factory Director Li asked with concern. The two of them did not exchange too many greetings. He personally escorted An Ning out of the textile factory.

After Director Li watched An Ning walk away, he ran directly to the office, greeted his secretary, and went to the machine factory.

Regardless of whether the machine is easy to use or not, at least we must first know whether the machine factory can make it.

Director Li quickly arrived at the machinery factory. He was very familiar with the place and directly approached the factory director and the only eighth-level master.

"How about it? Can you make it?"

Director Li poked his head and shook his head from side to side, but the two people looking at the drawings had serious faces. What did these expressions mean?

"You two are talking, can you please give me a message?"

The director of the machinery factory looked up at Director Li and asked, "Where did you get this drawing?"

"Don't worry about where I came from, can you do it?"

"can!"

The eighth-level engineer asked with determination and more enthusiasm than the factory director: "Who gave you these drawings!"

"too professional."

After receiving a positive answer, Factory Director Li finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to the eighth-level worker:

"That's the little girl who saved your grandson."