Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

Zhang Zhiqiang first checked whether the parts were complete. After all, Yi Zhonghai had said that it would cause trouble for him. If one or two parts were missing, it would be really troublesome.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Zhang Zhiqiang calmly and did not stop him. After all, he did not give Zhang Zhiqiang fewer parts. He just increased the difficulty for Zhang Zhiqiang to the maximum extent within the prescribed scope.

After checking that the parts were fine, Zhang Zhiqiang started operating.

As Zhang Zhiqiang moved, Yi Zhonghai's brows gradually furrowed. These parts were carefully selected by him, and even a level 7 worker would be scratching his head.

How come Zhang Zhiqiang operates so smoothly? He doesn't look like a level 6 worker at all.

"Master Yi, is there any problem with Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang's operation?"

Director Yang asked.

Except for Yi Zhonghai, no one else present could understand Zhang Zhiqiang's operation. However, Director Yang thought Zhang Zhiqiang did a good job. Seeing Yi Zhonghai frowning, he couldn't help but ask a question.

"what?"

"No! No, it's working fine."

Yi Zhonghai didn't want to exaggerate Zhiqiang, but he didn't make any mistakes, so he could only say it was okay.

"Old Qiu, your nephew is really good."

"I was there when he took the Level 6 fitter test last time, and he passed with full marks."

Director Yang sighed.

Yi Zhonghai felt uncomfortable after hearing this. It turned out that Zhang Zhiqiang really had an uncle who was a factory director. It seemed that it would be inconvenient for him to do anything in the factory in the future.

But he didn't have this concern in the hospital. After all, he was the boss and the leader of the hospital. How could he be afraid of Zhang Zhiqiang?

"As the old saying goes, a hero's father is a hero's son. I knew this kid was good the first time I saw him."

Qiu Ming was very satisfied, and he was proud that Zhang Zhiqiang kept working so hard.

Afterwards, the few of them stopped talking and focused on watching Zhang Zhiqiang's operation.

Zhang Zhiqiang operated smoothly. His comprehension ability was not bad to begin with, and he also had the seventh-level benchwork skill given by the system. Zhang Zhiqiang was not bragging, as long as it was within the seventh-level range, he would give it a try.

The Level 7 test contained a lot of content and the time limit was one and a half hours. Zhang Zhiqiang finished most of it in about 40 to 50 minutes.

After picking up the drawing and comparing it, Zhang Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there should be no problem.

"Report, I've finished it."

Zhang Zhiqiang reported loudly.

"Master Yi, go and have a look. My legs are numb from standing so long."

Director Yang urged. He remembered that the last time he stood for so long was last time. He secretly blamed Director Li for being ignorant and knowing that he was coming but not preparing a stool or anything.

"Ah good."

Yi Zhonghai reacted and realized that he had been defeated by Zhang Zhiqiang's powerful talent.

Just now, when Zhang Zhiqiang was operating, he stared closely to see if there were any mistakes that would result in points being deducted, but unfortunately he didn't find any opportunities in the end.

Zhang Zhiqiang's operation was not at all like that of a novice who had just passed the seventh-level fitter assessment. Instead, it was like that of a veteran who had been immersed in the seventh level for many years.

"How's it going, Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang? Did you succeed?"

Director Yang asked kindly, it’s just like when you finish an exam and your parents ask you whether you did well.

"It should be fine."

Zhang Zhiqiang said confidently that he was a little unfamiliar at the beginning, but as he became more and more proficient, he would definitely be able to pass the test.

"Hahaha, good, Zhang Zhiqiang, you are awesome."

Director Yang was very happy, but he still had to listen to what Yi Zhonghai had to say, after all, Yi Zhonghai was the assessor.

"Master Yi, how is it, did you pass?"

Director Yang looked at Yi Zhonghai and asked.

Yi Zhonghai had a grim expression on his face as he looked at each part carefully. How could each one of them be made so well? He didn't look like a worker who had just passed the seventh-level fitter assessment at all.

"It's OK. I think I passed the test."

Yi Zhonghai said in a low voice that he really didn't want to exaggerate Zhiqiang.

"Yes, yes. No, no. What does it mean to be okay?"

"If there is anything wrong with what Zhang Zhiqiang did, you can just point it out and deduct points. The most taboo thing at work is not being serious."

Director Yang was very dissatisfied with Yi Zhonghai's answer. Doesn't this perfunctory response mean that Yi Zhonghai didn't conduct a serious inspection? He didn't take the matter seriously.

If Yi Zhonghai knew about this, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged. He had tried his best to increase the difficulty for Zhang Zhiqiang, but Zhang Zhiqiang's skills were too good and there were no loopholes at all.

"Reporting to the factory director, Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang completed it perfectly, without any problems at all."

When Yi Zhonghai heard what Director Yang said, he quickly replied that he must not let Director Yang think that he was not working seriously.

"Good, we now have one more level 7 fitter in our factory."

"Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang, congratulations on becoming the youngest seventh-level fitter in our factory."

Director Yang said happily, looking at Zhang Zhiqiang with a very satisfied look.

"Thank you, Director. I will continue to work hard and strive to make greater contributions to the factory."

Zhang Zhiqiang was very happy after passing Level 7 and said a lot of nice things.

"Hey, there's something wrong with what you said. No matter where you are, this is all a contribution to socialism."

Although there was blame in his tone, the expression on his face clearly showed that he was very satisfied.

"Yes, I will continue to enrich myself and contribute to the construction of socialism."

Zhang Zhiqiang assured loudly.

"Add bricks and tiles? That's a good word."

Director Yang's eyes lit up. Did he have to report to his old boss in the afternoon? He could definitely say this.

"Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang, you have passed the seventh-level fitter assessment this time. What kind of reward do you want from the factory?"

Director Yang was in a good mood and asked if others would be rewarded according to what he said, but for Zhang Zhiqiang, he was willing to give Zhang Zhiqiang a chance.

"No need, factory director. I am taking the assessment just to take on more responsibilities and make greater contributions to the factory. I really don't want a plane ticket or anything like that."

Zhang Zhiqiang shook his head and refused.

"Hahahaha, Old Qiu, your nephew is finding ways to ask me for the sewing plane ticket."

Director Yang was pleased and thought Zhang Zhiqiang was a really interesting young man.

I just said it casually, but I didn't expect that he would actually dare to ask me for a sewing machine.

"Clap~"

"You little brat, you're so proud of yourself just after passing the seventh-level fitter exam? What do you want from a sewing machine?"

Qiu Ming slapped Zhang Zhiqiang and glared at him.

"Uh, no, I don't want it anymore."

Zhang Zhiqiang covered his head pitifully. Qiu Ming was a military man, so he had a very strong hand. The slap made Zhang Zhiqiang's head buzz.

However, Zhang Zhiqiang was not angry. The fact that Qiu Ming beat him in public just showed that Qiu Ming regarded him as his junior. There were many people who wanted to be beaten by Qiu Ming but never had the chance.

"The sewing ticket factory really has no tickets this year. When the tickets come out next year, I will definitely give you one first."

Director Yang said with regret that there was nothing that could be done about it. There were only so many sewing tickets available each year, and the supply was too high for the demand, so they had all been sold out long ago.

The last sewing machine ticket given to Zhang Zhiqiang was from Director Yang himself. Since he always traveled in a car and didn't need to buy a bicycle, he kept it in the Materials Department. It was his personal reward to Zhang Zhiqiang.

"It's okay, Director. Next year will be fine too."

Zhang Zhiqiang scratched his head and smiled. He didn't say no. In this era, three turns and one ring are standard equipment. He had to find a way to get himself a set.