Zhang Guangcai approached the workshop, and a pungent smell stimulated him to vomit, which he knew was a strong acid smell.

At the gate, a powerful fan was venturing outside, making it impossible for him to hear the people inside. But through the window, he could see the lively scene inside, and saw that there were three people inside who were engaged in barrel plating operations, all wearing gas masks and protective clothing. He had never seen a shipyard worker who needed to work with such a thing, and unlike the usual gas masks that used filter canisters, each of them wore a mask-type respirator that covered the entire face, and the tube passed to the waist on a square box, and there was no round activated carbon filter canister in sight, this kind of high-grade thing that Zhang Guangcai had never seen before.

Through the window, you can see that the gantry hanger in the workshop is moving slowly, and Shu Ping and a few other people are standing on the side, holding a shiny thing in their hands, pointing at others and explaining something.

When Shu Ping was gesturing, Manager Zhang could see that the thing was not a luminous book, but the thing on it was moving, like a color movie. His eyeballs almost didn't fall off, he certainly hadn't seen the animation presentation software on a tablet in his life, and he didn't know that this was Shu Ping explaining his intention to disassemble the parts to others.

Next to Shu Ping, another person was inspecting a very complex part, and he was holding a strange vernier caliper in his hand, this kind of thing Manager Zhang didn't know, but he hadn't seen one with an LCD display yet. The parts in his hands were shining gold, as if they were plated with a layer of gold.

He wondered if it was a ghost today, for these people were not country mud legs at all, and what they had in their hands was a hundred times more modern than the tools Mahler had used from Siemens*.

Someone came out of the doorway, he quickly dodged to the side and hid behind a tree, the loud noise in the workshop suddenly stopped, and then the rows of lights went out, and it seemed that the production was over.

"Attention slipway, the wind direction has changed, and the smell may drift to the Izumo, so I will call it a day early." Shu Ping walked out of the workshop, uncovered his hood, and said on the walkie-talkie, "Other units, pack up everything that should be cleaned up, and don't leave tools." The wastewater is all emptied. ”

"It's a pity that the wastewater is discharged into the Huangpu River, and a lot of gold can be recovered."

"If you saw Lin Xiuxuan's decisiveness when he threw away a box of gold that day, you wouldn't feel sorry for this little bit of gold, in fact, I feel even more sorry for the fish and shrimp in the Huangpu River."

"Do you think there's a good chance of a reactor restart?"

"Judging from the situation of the main pump and the second circuit, it is very promising to restore to full power, we tinker, it is impossible to completely recover, there must be redundancy, this I said to Cheng Dayang, in fact, in this era, there can be more than 22 knots of underwater speed, it is enough for him to fool around."

"So, what's going to happen to the progress?"

"It's hard to say, we have too few people, Chu Aiyun's grandson, who didn't participate in the evening shift, followed the special team to monitor, and his absence slowed down by 6.25%. We can't follow Lin Xiuxuan's request, we have to put pressure on him and let him buy us time. ”

"Look, the Izumo is on fire. It is estimated to leave the berth. ”

"There is something wrong with the boiler of this broken ship, just now the 419 monitor heard his radio communication and was going to the Jiangnan factory for repairs, I don't think I can leave the berth in a few hours."

"But it's better to get out of here, lest there are always guard boats around and put pressure on our transport boats."

"Well, it's been attacked a few times before by a *boat, so it's extremely cautious."

"I heard that Cheng Dayang is planning to sink it?"

"It's not worth wasting ammunition on this broken ship."

"I think so."

Zhang Guangcai had studied shipbuilding, and knew that they were talking about ships, but he could only understand half of it, and he was now very sure that these people were definitely not simple, and it was obvious that the real crisis was not what he originally thought, but it was more dangerous.

The leader just now talked about the unsinkable myth Izumo 150 meters away, and there was no inner fear and awe of those Chinese who had seen the power of the Japanese giant ships, and it seemed that he was just talking about a bunch of worthless rags. One of them seemed to mention the words "sink it", although he didn't hear it too clearly, but his relaxed tone suddenly made Zhang Guangcai panic.

An unprecedented thought came to mind, what would happen if these people came here to oppose the Japanese? He knew that the Qingxiang Movement was going on in the nearby countryside, that the Nanjing government had just revived the old tradition of collaborating with the enemy, and that what he had recently seen was that the political assassinations in the concession had finally turned into unprincipled revenge, and he still remembered that the military commander shot and killed the Japanese policeman last month, and a week later, a certain newspaper dormitory with a Chongqing background in the concession was thrown into a *, and 19 innocent family members fell victim to the Japanese revenge. If this Boss Lin secretly makes trouble in the factory, when the time comes, they will run away and drag their families with their own mouths, and they will inevitably be implicated, this is not as simple as losing their jobs, if they join the gendarmerie...... He couldn't even think about the future.

"What the hell are they doing in the factory? Are you going to build something*, to prepare for a sneak attack on a Japanese warship at a nearby berth? ”

He remembered the disgusting smell he had just smelled, maybe the gang was using strong acid*, and he left the factory in a state of trepidation, his mind full of horrible thoughts.

That night, Lin Xiuxuan was in the crematorium, squatting all night, and he didn't find anything, and it was already early in the morning when he returned to the shipyard. However, 419 had heard good news, a telegram from the Red Cossacks to the Asia Oil Company. This was originally just a business telegram, and Lin Xiuxuan specially asked 419 to increase the part of the interception to see if Adams was lying to him. Judging from the content of the telegram, the oil tanker demanded that all cargo be unloaded in Shanghai immediately and that a part of the crew be allowed to stay in Shanghai, but the text did not mention the reason, and it seems that he had agreed with Adams that the oil tanker would not dock for the time being, and he had not told the captain at all. However, among all the things he had to worry about, the Soviet crew went ashore early and did not rank in the top ten, and the Chinese workers in the shipyard were also likely to go out and talk nonsense, and these Russian-speaking people did not necessarily increase the risk.

In the morning, the workers began to go to work in the factory, the main work in the factory is the bulk carrier on the slipway and some of the machining parts that Mahler received this year, Lin Xiuxuan took over the factory after looking at the production tasks, including even the task of processing agricultural tools, which is the only way out for the old Jewish man to maintain production in the case of the interruption of large orders, and there are still more than 100 workers in the factory. Zhang Guangcai is mainly responsible for all this work, Zhang is a person who is in charge of everything, and is quite careful in terms of technology and personnel, and other things are confused, but no matter how confused people are, sooner or later they will notice that something is wrong. When Zhang Guangcai shook hands with Shu Ping that day, Lin also felt that something was wrong, the group cleaned up too cleanly not to talk about him, Shu Ping had 2 pens pinned to his jacket pocket, one of which was not available in this era. Later, he had to go to Shuping to pay more attention to these details, and hide everything that should be hidden more tightly.

So far, things in the factory seem to be going well, no one knows whether Zhang Guangcai is really confused, or pretended, until yesterday when the finance took the items that need to be paid to the office to ask for signature, Lin only noticed the change in Zhang's face, he saw the amazing electricity bill, opened his mouth wide, and did not close for a long time, which shows that his previous confusion is not pretended, but it is difficult to hide from him in terms of what equipment and how much electricity is used.

He turned his face to look through the window of his office and saw another destroyer parked at the berth after the Izumo left with black smoke, and the Japanese sailors were scrubbing the first class. It was indeed too close, and the sailors on board pointed at the Chinese workers on the slipway from time to time, enjoying the feeling of being condescending and looking down on the Chinese.

When Lin went to Hongkou a few days ago, he saw a Japanese reward notice posted on the street, saying that anyone who reports a bandit spy will have a high reward, and anyone who does not report it will be guilty of the same crime as a bandit spy. Ma Xiaodi also told him that the old janitor would go around the factory at night, this person used to be a workers' picket, the 412 retired party, and now has no connection with the organization, but he will definitely not collude with the Japanese. The other workers, observing by him, were also unlikely to suspect the new boss. Only Zhang Guangcai is a potential scourge, he has been an enemy of the workers for a long time, and he has fired the workers several times before, but he did it at the behest of Mahler, and Ma Xiaodi's suggestion was to get rid of Zhang Guangcai immediately, but Lin could not have done that.

He knew that Ma Xiaodi and Zhang Guangcai had some public and private grievances, and he was also in a thousand ways now, like pressing fleas with ten fingers, and he couldn't spare his hands to solve any hidden danger, for him, every day that dragged on was a victory. So when he saw Shu Ping's unhurried and unhurried appearance, he really hated the root of his teeth, and saw that if it dragged on, the time for the gendarmerie to come to count the equipment was coming.