Chapter 23 Section 1

Close your eyes and lightly touch the processed surface of the metal with your fingers. Some parts feel tiny bumps, which can be estimated to be about 20 microns by intuition.Sand that part lightly with sandpaper, then touch it with your fingertip when you're done.This time it was almost ten microns, not so much.He wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel.It is also very hot today, estimated to exceed 30 degrees.The air conditioner basically didn't work. Just as Yaya was about to stick the sandpaper on the metal surface again, someone tapped him on the shoulder behind him. "It's three o'clock, it's time to rest." Fukuda said sullenly.He has a big face, drooping cheeks, and big ears. It seems that he should be nicknamed "Fu Shen", but he keeps a straight face most of the time, and now is no exception.

"Get this done and go." Fukuda frowned slightly. "At least the rest time should be with us. It's not a rush job." "Oh." I really don't want to lose the touch of my fingers now, but since the president said so, I can't go against it.Ya also put down the sandpaper and left the workbench. The rest area is in a corner of the factory, with a circle of chairs around the old table, where Nakagawa and Maemura are sitting and lighting cigarettes.Yaya also took out a cigarette from the pocket of her overalls trousers.Nakamura is over sixty years old, short in stature, and good at welding and quenching.Qiancun, who is in his mid-thirties, can operate all the processing machinery.

Fukuda's wife brought a kettle and cups of barley tea. "President, what should we do next? Didn't we promise to do transmission welding work today? The things haven't arrived yet." Nakagawa asked. Fukuda was already drinking his second cup of barley tea, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. "It's been cancelled, I forgot to mention." "Why was it canceled again?" "I said I don't need it in the near future. From that tone, it means that production has been stopped. That kind of fitness equipment doesn't seem to be selling very well."

"That's it again." Maemura pouted, "It's a good thing to launch creative products one after another, so why not make the products popular?" "Now you can do the work of air guns, and there are new blueprints." "Air gun again? It's selling really well." Maemura sighed, "What kind of gun is this time? Or a pistol?" "A Colt automatic pistol." "Ah, I've heard of that." "The structure diagram has been obtained. Some places require very detailed, but not too difficult." "I didn't expect to start making pistols again at this age." Nakagawa threw the cigarette butt into the empty jar and let out a snort.

"It's just a toy, Nakagawa." Fukuyama corrected. "I know this, but I always feel that my heart is not at ease. Will it be used to do bad things?" "You think too much." Maemura said, "Now is not the time to say such things. It would be nice to have a job." Fukuda also nodded when he heard the words. "I want to make as much as I can now, and wholesale as much as I can, because I don't know when production will be banned." "Is it that bad?" Qiancun was dumbfounded. "The Airsoft Gun Manufacturers Association is protesting, and just recently made a formal proposal to retail outlets to stop selling."

"What does the retail store say? They don't really listen, do they?" "It seems to be pushed back for the time being, but I heard that the police agency is about to start taking action. If you keep pushing, you will be in trouble if you annoy the police. After a certain period of time, you may take the initiative to restrict it." "Looks like that was the golden age before that." Qiancun drank the barley tea. Ya didn't join in the conversation either, but understood what they were saying. The popularity of airsoft guns has increased due to the popularity of "Survivor Games", but since last year, there has been an increase in the number of cases where only parts and components of guns are not sold.There is only one feature of the parts, which is the metal material.

The Japan Toy Gun Association has set its own standard—the body of an air pistol is made of plastic so that no matter how much the body resembles a real gun, it will not violate gun laws.But last year a number of parts manufacturers began producing aluminum parts, and airsoft enthusiasts have been buying them to replace plastic parts.Almost all parts are available for sale, and anyone who wants to can make a complete metal air gun. The finished product is obviously a fake pistol according to the gun law. It was not the police that initially responded to the situation, but the Japan Toy Gun Association.The guild was worried that if something happened, the air gun itself might be regarded as a problem, so it asked several component manufacturers to stop manufacturing and selling it.At present, no manufacturer has followed this instruction, because at present, the most sought-after parts can sell nearly 10,000 parts with a price of about 10,000 yuan.A gun has several parts, and if there are more types of air guns, the demand will be more.It will be a long-lasting hit for component manufacturers.

Fukuda's wife came over with something on a tray. "Sorry, it's still the same as yesterday." The thin woman put the tray on the table. It's jelly in a cup.Nakagawa reached out to take it, and Maemura, who didn't like sweets, showed a wry smile. "By the way, have you seen Ann recently?" Nakagawa asked Fukuda. "Ann? No." "I haven't seen him in the billiard room recently. I don't know what he's doing." "I've seen his wife." Qiancun put his hands on the table, cupped his chin, and poured the barley tea into the cup.

"Where is it?" Fukuda asked. "In front of Kawaguchi Station. I work as a cashier in a supermarket, and I wear an intern sign on my chest." "Temporary worker." Zhong Chuan sighed after eating jelly twice, "A'an can't work, so his wife decided to do it. She is so strong." "Is Kawaguchi a bit far from An's house?" "I must have deliberately chosen a supermarket far away from home, maybe because I didn't want to meet acquaintances. I didn't feel embarrassed to say hello to her." After hearing Maemura's answer, Fukuda and Nakagawa nodded in agreement.

"A'an is really unlucky, what do you plan to do in the future?" Futian's wife said suddenly.Ya didn't know her name either. "Who knows what to do? If a craftsman can't move his fingers, he can't talk about anything." Maemura tilted his face and scratched his short-cut hair. "Can't move yet? I'm afraid it's been several months, haven't you been to the hospital?" Zhong Chuan wondered. "The last time I saw him was in April, and he seemed unable to move at that time." Fukuda stared at his right hand, "Even the coffee cup is held with the left hand, and the right hand is completely useless. It is said that it is possible to recover from surgery, I do not know How's it going."

"What an idiot, then remind him to pay attention, or don't have a long memory to eat, drink, and gamble, and it turned out like this, and let his wife go to work to support the family, don't you feel ashamed?" "But after all, it also caused a lot of trouble for the president. At that time, there was still a lot of modeling work, and I couldn't do it without Ann's presence. It was very troublesome." "That's true, but the president didn't suffer much." Qiancun stood up, wrapped the towel around his neck, and glanced at Xiang Ya, "I immediately found someone with high skills to replace him, maybe I have to thank that thing." "Hey." "I'm done eating and I'm going back to work." Qiancun and Ya also passed each other and walked towards the workshop. "I should go too." Nakagawa also stood up. Ya also threw the remaining cigarette into the empty jar.Futian raised his butt and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry." "I don't care." Futian's wife started to clean up the table. Futian squinted at his wife and whispered, "I have something to tell you later, don't leave before finishing the work." The Fukuda Factory is a small-street factory located near Senju Shimbashi. Although small in scale, it is larger than the Suwon Factory that Yaya's father used to run.Judging from the current downturn, it can be said that it is in a state of desperate management.There are three employees.President Fukuda fell ill due to cerebral thrombosis before, and has rarely operated it himself since then. Ya has also been working here since the end of February.After coming to Tokyo, it was difficult to find a job for a while, and I was anxious all day long.I got my father's insurance money, and after paying off the debts of the Suwon Factory, there is not much left over as expected.In the current situation where the development of the manufacturing industry is sluggish, although he is highly skilled, it is not easy to find a job.All factories are laying off workers. At this moment, Meifu told him the news about the Futian factory, saying that it was still stable there, and he might be able to hire him.Meidong said that she heard from customers who went to Huawu. Ya also got rejected when he first went.Fukuda told him coldly that there are enough people now and he doesn't plan to add more people, but Yaya still handed in his resume.Seeing that he had obtained so many qualifications and certificates, Futian widened his eyes instantly, and then said that he would contact him when he had the opportunity. Suddenly one day, Ya also received a call from Fukuda, asking him if he had made a model with an electric discharge machine.Ya also replied that he had done it several times, and Futian asked him to go to the factory the next day. The next day, Ya also went to the Futian factory and was assigned a job on the spot without any formal introduction.That was the first day in the factory. Ya didn't know the details of what happened.Fukuda only told him that a worker surnamed An Pu had an accident and was unable to continue working.Recently, Ya also noticed that it didn't seem to be a simple accident. It might be more appropriate to call it a case, but Ya also didn't have the mood to delve into the matter. At five o'clock, Maemura and Nakagawa immediately got off work and went home.To be precise, there wasn't much work to be done.They had just rested at three o'clock, and Nakagawa and the others were just smoking to waste time after four o'clock. Ya also changed her clothes and read the newspaper in the rest area for a while, when Futian came over. "Yo, I've changed my clothes." "Is there anything else?" "I want to ask you something. Can this be done?" Fukuda put a drawing on the table.There are several oblique fine grooves on the stainless steel plate, the size is so small that Yaya is dumbfounded, and the surface processing also requires the best technology.It is estimated that it is a part of something that has never been done before. "what is this?" "It's... a mechanical part, personally entrusted." "A considerable degree of precision appears to be required." "Can't do it?" "As long as it takes a little time, I think it can be done." "Oh, I think you can do it for sure. I'll pay you overtime, can you help me do it now?" "Okay." Ya also stood up from the chair.There's no need to change into work clothes, I'm wearing T-shirts and jeans anyway. Just as the steel plate was fixed on the milling machine, Fukuda came over. "To tell you the truth, I want to resign Nakagawa." Ya also stopped: "Why..." "There is a valid reason. There was a problem with 10% of the parts delivered a while ago. The welding was too distorted and the joints were not clean. This was unimaginable before, but Nakagawa is getting old and his eyesight is bad. He wanted to hide it. But work can’t be muddied.” "Isn't there another job?" "No." Fukuda stared into Masaya's eyes intently, "There are not so many jobs now. Even big companies are laying off workers desperately. It is impossible for a small street factory like ours to support useless people. I will talk to him in the near future. , I plan to tell him that there is no welding job, and I will find him after I take over the job." It was obvious from his tone that he actually did not intend to call Zhong Chuan back. "You're good at welding, too. With you here, there's no need for Nakagawa." "But if I start dry welding, Nakagawa will know from the former village entrance." "Welding can be done when Maemura is not around. There is no need for Maemura to come every day in the future." "Are you going to turn him into an hourly worker?" "Well, there are many ways." Fukuda scratched his head. Ya also sighed, and couldn't help but feel hopeless in her heart: it seems that it is the same here.