【Serial】The Growth Story of a Chemical Engineering Designer - 37

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(37) Nearly two weeks have passed since the general layout was sent to Mingyue Chemical, and there has still been no response from Wang Hongshun. When the drawings were sent over, Ye Wenhui was a bit anxious, worried that the company might have some suggestions for changes. He considered many possible scenarios, but he never expected that there would be no response at all, as if the messages had disappeared without a trace. These days I don’t have much to do, so while reading I sometimes imagine all the things I’ve learned, envisioning that I’ll soon get a promotion and a raise, that everything will go smoothly and that I’ll become an expert designer; at such moments, I can’t help but salivate. The downside is that, after feeling satisfied, when you look down, you realize the book in your hands is still on a page from ages ago; you then quickly try to come up with various keywords as motivation to continue reading. Sometimes, Ye Wenhui would wonder if the email from that day hadn’t been sent There are some things one wants to do that might not have been done, but because they were thought about in too much detail beforehand, one might even think they have already done them. To verify whether an email had been sent, he checked his mailbox repeatedly; only after seeing the emails and attachments in the sent folder did he confirm that the email had indeed been sent. He might also wonder whether the other party didn’t receive the email after he sent it Ye Wenhui always thought that there were some people on the production floor who might not use computers for long periods of time, and even if they did use computers, they wouldn’t necessarily use email. During his time working in factories, he encountered some experienced workers in the workshops whose view was that computers were more of a recreational tool for them, and they didn’t use them for work at all. He recalled the phone call he had with Wang Hongshun that day; the other party simply told him the email address right away. It didn’t seem at all like they didn’t know how to use an email address. If nothing went wrong, the other party should have received the email by now. Reading books every day gradually made life dull; after reading for a while, Ye Wenhui could hardly resist dozing off. By the end of the day, he was even more tired than when he was busy before. With nothing to do these days, he couldn’t help but call Wang Hongshun. “Hello. ”The call was connected quickly; the person on the other end spoke in a loud voice, seemingly busy. “Hello, Section Chief Wang. I’m Ye Wenhui from the design institute. ” “Oh, hello. ” “……Is that so? Did you receive the email I sent you that day regarding the design of the chloropropene tank farm? I’d like to ask if you have any comments on that plan? ……” “Received it; I won’t do that one. ”The other person’s tone seemed a bit impatient. Ye Wenhui uttered an oh, saying he understood. Since he was really bored, he asked a question he shouldn’t have asked: “Why stop doing it?” ” This question was rather abrupt; even people from design firms shouldn’t casually inquire about the details of a client’s company. After hearing Ye Wenhui’s question, the other person remained silent for a moment. After a few seconds of pause, Wang Hongshun quickly said, “There are matters at the company; we have to stop working on this. Our boss’s wife has died, so we can’t continue!” ”There seems to be a hint of malice in the tone. Hearing this reply, Ye Wenhui felt extremely embarrassed; he could only apologize and ask President Zhang to accept his loss with grace. From Wang Hongshun’s tone, it seemed that he also had strong opinions about Zhang Linqiang. As for whether Zhang Linqiang had indeed lost his mother, Ye Wenhui didn’t dare to guess, and could only resignedly accept the fact that there was nothing he could do. Ye Wenhui told Zhang Qiyun Wang Hongshun’s words via QQ, and Zhang Qiyun said, “I see. ”And then there were no more messages. Only after receiving his salary did Ye Wenhui understand the meaning behind Tang Xiaojing’s expression that day. With such a meager income, it was even difficult to meet basic needs; no wonder Tang Xiaojing insisted so firmly that he shouldn’t treat her to a meal. After studying for so many years and obtaining a master’s degree, he finally stepped into the workplace, but his income was very limited. Between his ideals and reality, Ye Wenhui saw a huge gap. Before Shufen went back to school, Ye Wenhui and the others had dinner with Tang Xiaojing. Contrary to what was planned, it was Tang Xiaojing who treated them. The care from his colleagues warmed Ye Wenhui’s heart, but it also made him feel weak and vulnerable; despite being 25 years old, in the eyes of his colleagues he still seemed like a child who lacked the ability to be independent. What annoyed him even more was that it was indeed true – even the young people who sold pancake sandwiches referred to him as a young guy, and their naive expressions revealed his lack of real life experience. I’ve been quite free lately; it seems accidental, but in fact it’s the company’s doing. The design institute is quite supportive of those who are preparing for the examination. There are several young people who need to take the exam and who don’t have much work to do at the moment, allowing them to spend plenty of time reading every day; Huang Lei is one of these people. Since graduating, he has taken exams, but fell short by a few points each time; this year he has to endure the struggle once again for those basic exams. Ai Guoxin has also reached the required working years and will take the registration exam this year; in their dormitory, three people are scheduled to take the exam. Liu Chong has already passed the basic exams, while Li Mengyuan will not take any exams related to surveying and design; instead, he needs to obtain a pressure vessel inspection certificate, and this year he has just met the required length of service. Unlike Ye Wenhui, Tian Jing didn’t need to take any exams; she went to help Tang Xiaojing with the piping work a week earlier, which made Ye Wenhui both envious and anxious. But since the company hadn’t assigned him any tasks, there was nothing he could do. Liu Shuang told him to study hard and said that passing the exam was his task. On Wednesday, August 18th, Shufen left the city of Quancheng and returned to her hometown. She said she would stay at home for a few days before going back to school, as she had had enough of staying in Quancheng. Over the past month, it gave them a sense of living a more relaxed life; though they said so, both of them were reluctant to leave. After Shufen left, Ye Wenhui returned the house keys to his cousin and went back to the company dormitory. The residential complex where the dormitory is located is a large, open-area complex named Min Ziqian Community. The name of the community comes from Min Ziqian, a character from the story of the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars; it is said that Min Ziqian lived in this area more than two years ago. The roads in the residential complex crisscross each other, dividing it into a dozen or so areas; each of these areas is assigned a number. Their dormitories are located in Area 6 of Min Ziqian, and several long-time employees from companies such as Zhang Qiyun’s and Liu Shuang’s also live in this complex. There is a park downstairs, filled with colorful flowers and shaded by green trees – it’s an excellent place to enjoy the cool weather. Many people sing and dance in the park every evening, and after dinner, Ye Wenhui also likes to take a walk there. ““Giggle…” That day, Ye Wenhui was strolling in the park as usual when he heard a familiar laugh coming from ahead. Looking up, he saw Liu Shuang, the company’s chief engineer, in a pavilion, talking with several elderly women. After seeing her, Ye Wenhui continued to walk, strolling leisurely toward the pavilion.