There Is Also Spring for the Operator

In an industrial zone in a certain province, the assembly line of an electronics factory never stops. There is a group of machine operators here - they wear clean white clothes, but their hands are stained with colorful solder paste, ink and metal shavings. Every day, I repeat the process of setting tools, adjusting machines, and rushing production. I go back and forth between precision instruments and rough management. The new worker thought he was a "technician", but found out that he was still doing the work of tightening screws, cleaning machine tools, and taking the blame; the old master had long been numb, and his only passion was to grab the last barbecued pork rice in the canteen before getting off work; the girl who was the quality inspector held a micrometer like a scepter of judgment, measuring each one without making a sound. They have seen emergency lights at three in the morning, heard the screams of machine tool alarms, and secretly used markers in the locker room to draw crooked smiley faces on dust caps. "A factory with running water and a hard-working machine operator." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.