"Director, this is the design plan that Wang Zhong just sent over! Give me a look." Lao Xu immediately went to Director Yang with the design plan.

"Wang Zhong sent it, what's the plan?" As soon as he heard the name Wang Zhong, Director Yang immediately became interested, took the drawing and started reading it.

"Farming machine?" Director Yang looked at Old Xu in surprise.

Section Chief Xu said: "It's not just the farming machine, there are also others behind it!"

Director Yang looked through the drawings roughly, and the more he turned to the back, the more shocked he was. It was not just farm machines, but also several supporting machines such as harvesters.

"Were these designed by Wang Zhong?" Director Yang confirmed with Section Chief Xu again.

Section Chief Xu said: "It should be, Wang Zhong, the factory director, you also know that he will not joke about this kind of thing, and I have seen the farming machine on this drawing, at least now in our country

There is no machine of this style yet.”

"I have to take it back and take a closer look," Director Yang said.

"Take your time, and call me anytime if you need anything!"

Although the main business of the steel rolling mill is to process steel, and assembling various parts and making various machines is the business scope of the machinery factory, in these days, major metallurgical factories basically have mechanical fields.

The Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill also has a machinery branch, and Director Yang is naturally not ignorant of this technology.

In the cafeteria, Wang Zhong took his lunch box and slowly lined up in front of the window along the queue. The person serving the meal was none other than He Yuzhu.

"Brother Zhu!" Wang Zhong took the initiative to greet He Yuzhu.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He Yuzhu lowered his head and said through the window: "Brother, why did you come here at this hour today?"

"It was a bit of work, so I was delayed for a while!"

"Bring me some shredded potatoes, another radish, and five white-flour steamed buns."

"okay!"

Unlike serving food to other people, He Yuzhu's hand holding the spoon was steady and he scooped out two large spoonfuls of food. He also deliberately filtered out the soup and filled Wang Zhong's aluminum lunch box to the brim before giving up.

Wang Zhong said: "Thank you, Brother Zhu!"

"Why are you being polite to me?" Shazhu said with a smile on his face.

"Brother Wang!" Wang Zhong had just taken two steps when he saw Qin Huairu standing in the queue. Qin Huairu also took the initiative to say hello to Wang Zhong.

"Sister Qin!"

After saying hello, Wang Zhong directly found an empty seat and sat down, grabbed the steamed bun and started eating.

Qin Huairu looked at the five large white-faced steamed buns in Wang Zhong's net pocket, and the envy in her eyes flashed away.

After a while, Qin Huairu got the food. Silly Zhu also took good care of Qin Huairu, the widow and neighbor who had the third oil bottle, and the food was full.

Qin Huairu held the lunch box and looked around for a while, then looked at the empty seat opposite Wang Zhong, bit her lip and hesitated for a while, then she walked over with a heartbeat.

"Brother Wang Zhong, can sister sit here?" The pretty widow was standing next to him holding a lunch box. How could Wang Zhong refuse? He immediately raised his hand and said: "Of course, Sister Qin can sit wherever you like!"

Qin Huairu's lunch box also contained cabbage and potatoes, but Qin Huairu had no intention of eating. Instead, she covered the lunch box and put away most of the two-jointed noodle buns, leaving only two.

Wang Zhong looked at Qin Huairu's movements, her eating movements, and couldn't help asking: "Sister Qin, do you only eat this much?"

Qin Huairu looked at Wang Zhong and said with a grimace: "I still have children and mother-in-law at home. My monthly salary is only 27.5 yuan. I can save a little bit."

Those watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, full of sorrow and helplessness.

Wang Zhong kindly reminded: "The work in the workshop is not light. Sister Qin should eat more to avoid being unable to bear it."

"It's okay, sister has a small appetite and can bear it." A smile appeared on Qin Huairu's face, but the smile was as forced as possible.

Wang Zhongruo is really a young man just starting out. After hearing these words, he will definitely be overflowing with sympathy and be manipulated by the pretty widow.

But who is Wang Zhong? He is used to seeing life and death in the dungeon world. In the "Old Farmer" dungeon world, none of the villagers in Maixiang Village has a harder time than the widow's family, but they have not persisted in the same way.

It is indeed not easy for the pretty widow, but she does have a formal job. Although her monthly salary is only twenty-seven and five yuan, as long as she lives frugally, she can feed and drink for a family of five, not to mention Xiaodang.

He and Huaihua are only two children, and they probably eat less than one stick.

Qin Huairu gnawed on the mixed noodle steamed bun in her hand, watching Wang Zhong eat the five white noodle steamed buns and a real lunch box with every bite of steamed bun and vegetable, and even looked up at the little bit of soup in the lunch box.

After drinking it all, his face had already changed.

"Brother Wang Zhong has a good appetite!" The pretty widow could only praise her against her will.

"It's okay, I'm only half full." Wang Zhong picked up the lunch box and stood up: "Sister Qin, I'll leave first, you eat slowly."
Chapter completed!