wavenovel Chapter 107 Emergency Response
Chapter 107 Emergency Response
Chapter 107 Emergency Response
Ding Haifeng returned in the evening.
When I rode my old bicycle to the gate of the courtyard, the rear fender was covered with yellow mud from the Baishakou area.
He propped his bicycle up next to a loquat tree and took out a bundle of old newspapers from the cloth bag hanging on the handlebars.
The newspaper was wrapped in several layers and tied with hemp rope. Inside, there was a copper washer.
The edges are slightly oxidized and darkened, but there are no indentations or cracks on the surface.
"I got one sample first. My dad said the secondhand shop owner had eight in total, all salvaged from a scrapped water pump last year."
That water pump was discarded by the saltworks. The saltworks kept the scrapping paper; the secondhand shop didn't have it. Ding Haifeng placed the copper washer on the stone slab.
Jiang Haiping walked over from the worktable, picked up the copper washer, and looked at it against the sunlight filtering through the loquat tree.
There is a very fine grinding mark around the inner edge of the gasket, which was left when it was disassembled, but it does not affect the sealing surface.
After he finished reading it, he handed it to Lao Fang. Lao Fang took it, ran his finger along the inside of the tube, and then turned it over to look at the other side.
"Ah Hai, take the micrometer and measure it."
Ahai ran out of the workshop, clutching a micrometer in his hand.
He placed the copper washer on the workbench, wiped the surface with cotton yarn, placed the calipers on both sides of the washer, and tightened the fine-tuning screws.
"0.49. The standard is 0.50, so it's off by 0.01. It's within the tolerance range." He picked up the micrometer and showed the scale to Jiang Haiping.
"Measure three more points." Ding Haifeng squatted down next to the worktable and pointed to three spots on the pad with his finger.
Ahai measured all three points: 0.49, 0.50, and 0.49. "All within tolerance. It's usable."
Jiang Haiping put the copper washer back on the stone slab.
Ding Haifeng took out his micrometer case from his pocket and also took out his draft paper of measured data and spread it on the stone slab.
The numbers above are basically consistent with those of Ah Hai.
"My dad asked if the service station wanted the remaining seven. If so, he'll deliver them first thing tomorrow morning. It's a loan, not a purchase."
"I'll return it once the purchase order is approved." Ding Haifeng folded the draft paper and put it back in his pocket.
Jiang Haiping sat down on the roots of a loquat tree and spread his account book on his lap.
He turned to the page with the copper gasket inventory and wrote a line next to "Inventory Zero": "Emergency copper gaskets borrowed from Baishakou Secondhand Shop, samples have passed inspection."
After finishing writing, he closed the notebook and looked at Ding Haifeng.
"Seven plus the samples, eight in total. Keep five for the service station, enough to last until the purchase order is approved. Have your dad return the remaining three to the secondhand shop."
Copper gaskets are controlled materials; service stations can only borrow enough for emergency use, and cannot take more.
"OK."
"Has the borrowing registration book been opened?" Jiang Haiping turned to look at A-Guang.
Ah-Guang had taken a new register from the worktable, and on the cover, he had written "Special Register for Borrowing Old Items" using a ruler.
He turned to the first page and neatly wrote the date and the source of the copper gasket on the first line: "Source: Baishakou Secondhand Shop."
Dismantled parts of scrapped equipment, but the scrapping certificate is missing; these parts are temporarily borrowed for emergency use.
Number of loans: five.
Borrowing date: Tomorrow.
Expected return date: Within one week after the purchase order is approved.
Person in charge: Ding Haifeng.
After he finished writing, he handed the register over to Jiang Haiping to see.
Jiang Haiping nodded after reading it.
Ah Guang added another line to the remarks column: "After returning the item, please indicate the return date and the person in charge in this column."
The next morning, Ding Fugui arrived on his bicycle.
He didn't go into the yard; instead, he propped his bicycle up at the gate and took an old cloth bag off the back seat.
The cloth bag was washed until it was white and the edges were frayed. Inside, there were five copper washers, each wrapped in old newspaper and secured with two rubber bands.
He placed the cloth bundle on the threshold stone.
"I brought all eight gaskets. Haifeng said the service station would keep five, and I'll take the remaining three back to the secondhand shop." Ding Fugui stood at the gate of the courtyard, wiping his hands on his pants.
He wore a faded blue work uniform, the collar buttoned up neatly, and his face was rough and red from the sea breeze.
Jiang Haiping picked up the cloth bag from the threshold and placed it on the worktable. "Come in and sit down."
Ding Fugui sat down on the roots of a loquat tree.
Ah Guang brought over an enamel mug and placed it on the stone slab next to him.
He took it and drank a sip, holding the jar with both hands. The water was warm, and he looked down at the water in the jar.
"I used to rip off service stations. When the rudder stock broke, I'd just smear it with welding rod, paint it, and sell it as new. These old copper washers are still usable, but the disposal paperwork isn't complete. It's risky for service stations to use them." He placed the tank on the stone slab and looked up.
His voice was a little dry, but he spoke slowly, as if each word had been swirling in his head several times before he uttered it. "I swear on my own name. These copper gaskets were taken from a decommissioned water pump at the saltworks, not stolen."
"But the scrapping certificate is indeed incomplete. I went to the saltworks to inquire, and they said it's been too long to find. If the service station gets inspected because of this, I'll be held responsible."
"It's not yours." Jiang Haiping leaned against the loquat tree trunk. "It was borrowed from the service station, so the service station will cover it. The source is clearly written in the borrowing logbook. If the scrapping slip is missing, just write 'Scrapping slip is missing,' and don't hide it. If they find this entry in the future, we'll admit it."
Ding Fugui glanced at Jiang Haiping, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything more.
He stood up, patted the sand off his hands and trousers, and walked to the workshop door.
Ding Haisheng was squatting in front of a thick steel plate, welding a tail shaft bracket, his goggles covered in welding slag.
He took off his mask and looked up to see Ding Fugui standing at the door, still clutching a welding rod box in his hand.
"They're here."
"Here they come." Ding Fugui glanced into the workshop and saw Ah Hai squatting next to the diesel engine, using a torque wrench to tighten the oil line connector. He saw the stack of registration books neatly stacked on the workbench and four basins of tung oil putty covered with damp cloths on the windowsill of the kitchen.
He put his hands in his pockets and stood at the workshop door without going in.
"From now on, your secondhand shop's channels will only handle used parts with complete disposal procedures." Ding Haisheng put the welding rod box on the ground and wiped the burn scars on his wrist with cotton gauze.
"I know. We used to buy things just because they were cheap, even if the scrapping paperwork wasn't complete. We don't touch them anymore." Ding Fugui turned his gaze away from the workshop. "We can't find the scrapping paperwork for that water pump at the saltworks, but the machine itself was legally scrapped."
The secondhand shop owner was willing to write a certificate explaining the origin of the copper gaskets. He said he wasn't a legitimate recycling company, and the certificate didn't have an official seal, but he could sign it.
"A signature will do." Old Fang walked over from the workshop door, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and said, "Add a note to the remarks column of the borrowing register: Attached is a signed certificate from the owner of the secondhand shop."
If this record is found in the future, the service station will show the original certificate to Mr. Zheng. They acknowledge the incomplete source but have made every effort to obtain a replacement.
Ding Fugui nodded.
He pulled an old piece of paper from his work clothes pocket and wrote a few lines on it crookedly with a ballpoint pen.
The gist is that the copper gaskets were salvaged from a discarded water pump at the saltworks. The machine was legally sourced, but the scrapping paperwork was lost due to the passage of time.
He signed his name in the lower right corner of the letter, and then pressed a red ink fingerprint next to his name.
Jiang Haiping took the letter, glanced at it, and handed it to A-Guang. "Tuck it into the borrowing ledger."
Ah-Guang tucked the letter into the first page of the borrowing register and clipped it to the side of the copper washer registration page with a paperclip.
He added another line in the remarks column: "Attached is a certificate from the owner of the secondhand shop, without an official seal, but with a signature and fingerprint."
Ding Fugui stood under the loquat tree for a while.
He glanced toward the used parts warehouse. Ding Haifeng was squatting under the window, measuring aluminum gaskets with a micrometer, while Zhou Haisheng squatted next to him, touching old parts and muttering model numbers.
He didn't go over to say hello, but turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.
When he reached the threshold, he bent down and picked up the cloth bag he had just placed on the ground. The bag was empty, so he folded it twice and clipped it to the back of his bicycle.
After he got on his bike, his figure grew smaller and smaller on the seawall, his collar billowing up in the sea breeze.
Ahai measured each of the borrowed copper washers and recorded the data in the register.
Then I removed the old copper gasket from the fuel injector that had been used for several days, replaced it with a new one that I had borrowed, and tightened it to the standard torque with a torque wrench.
After finishing the installation, he started the diesel engine, which made a sputtering sound for a while. The oil line joints were clean and there was no oil leakage.
"The high-pressure oil circuit is not leaking. The return oil pipe still has an aluminum gasket." Ahai squatted down next to the diesel engine and wiped the area around the connector with cotton yarn.
"When will the boat from Hekou Village come up?" Old Fang put his cigarette back in his mouth.
"Tomorrow morning. Three boats will be towed over, two for oil line inspection and one for tail shaft repair." Ah Guang flipped the register to the page with the centralized maintenance schedule and pointed to the schedule line by line with his finger.
"The copper gaskets are ready. One copper gasket for the high-pressure oil line on each ship, and aluminum gaskets for the return oil line for now. Replace the aluminum gaskets immediately if any leaks are found." Jiang Haiping glanced at the schedule under the loquat tree, stood up, and walked to the workshop door. "Ahai, run the diesel engine under load for one hour. If there are no problems after the test, remove the copper gaskets, and reinstall them when the ship from Hekou Village arrives tomorrow."
"understood."
Wang Cunzhi's Jialing 70 turned in from the seawall.
He parked his car at the gate, strode into the yard, a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, and a brown paper envelope in his hand.
"The purchase order for copper gaskets has been approved by the logistics department. They have no reason to return it after the corrections are made, and it was stamped first thing this morning. The quantity is twenty, and it will arrive in three days." He handed the envelope to Jiang Haiping, sat down under the loquat tree, and took the enamel mug that A-Guang brought him and drank more than half of it in one gulp.
Jiang Haiping opened the envelope; inside was a copy of the purchase order's approval, stamped neatly in red.
He folded the copy of the approval document, put it in his pocket, and leaned against the loquat tree trunk.
The borrowed copper washers were enough for three days. Three days later, the purchase order arrived, and the five borrowed washers were returned to the secondhand shop. Ah-Guang crossed them off in the borrowing register with a red pen.
The copper gasket issue gave him a temporary respite, but it also made him realize something.
Service stations cannot rely solely on the supply line of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Although secondhand shops have incomplete sources, as long as the service stations establish strict rules.
By refusing to accept items with incomplete disposal procedures, items of unknown origin, or items that do not meet quality standards, secondhand shops can gradually be transformed into a compliant supplementary channel.
"Ah Guang. Open another page in the borrowing register. From now on, all used items brought to the secondhand shop must be inspected and registered first. If the source is incomplete, write it truthfully in the remarks column, leaving no loose ends. Items with incomplete disposal procedures will not be put into the warehouse."
He turned to the page about copper gaskets in the ledger and wrote a few words in the blank space next to it: "Second-hand goods channels, inspect before registering, no goods with incomplete sources will be put into the warehouse."