Fang Bai rode his bike to his father-in-law's processing plant and saw the entire workshop bustling with activity.
When his father-in-law saw Fang Bai arrive, he told him to sit for a while. He needed to finish the work in his hands first.
Fang Bai stood several meters away and watched. His father-in-law was operating a lathe in filthy, worn work clothes, no different from any other lathe operator in the factory. Fortunately, he was still young and strong, so this kind of work was no problem for him.
Seeing that he was not wearing protective glasses, Fang Bai reminded him, "You should still wear glasses. Even a pair of reading glasses will do."
Qin Donghai said cheerfully, "My speed isn't high, and there's a guard in place. If the speed were high, the metal shavings would fly everywhere, and I'd definitely need glasses."
"Mm, pay attention to safety. Look at my right hand—I got injured by a sheet-metal shear because I wasn't careful."
Fang Bai said this knowing that his father-in-law had noticed the scars on the middle three fingers of his right hand long ago, but had been too embarrassed to ask about them. Anyone in the trade could tell at a glance how he had been hurt.
From a production safety standpoint, whether they were lathe operators or drillers, workers should wear protective glasses to keep metal shavings from flying into their eyes.
Processed metal shavings were extremely hot and sharp, and could easily injure people.
"You don't have many people now, but once you have more workers, if you don't take production safety seriously, accidents can happen easily, and the compensation could be substantial." Fang Bai reminded him again. Seeing his father-in-law pick up and put on the glasses, he smiled and said that safety had