Red List

The last week before the veteran inspector retires. A batch of key parts, the apprentice re-inspected and found that the tolerance of one of them exceeded half a thread - and the signature sheet for the first piece was the master's own name. According to the regulations, the whole batch was scrapped. The whole factory's three-month night shift and the obvious nodes were all smashed on this half silk. Reported, the responsibility was traced to him; concealed, the parts left the factory. The leader came to the workshop and walked around three times without saying anything. The apprentice asked: "Master, if you are half silk... It may not mean that you can go to heaven..." The old master took the scrap form, signed his name, and said: "Heaven doesn't speak. God keeps accounts."