一冶炼工段朴宗浩段长望了一会湍湍奔流的火红的铁水。那铁水就象一股流进干旱的田里去的清泉。 “弄成这样子,还一个劲儿地降低装料层,真他妈……” 他嘟囔着,象在骂誰,忽然仿佛有人故意跟他顶嘴似地叫道: “段长同志,您儿子回来啦!” 他从鼓风机和起重机的嘈杂声中,隐隐听到有人喊了这么一声。宗浩回头 A section of smelting section Park Zong-hao segment looked for a turbulent rushing stream of hot red hot metal. That molten iron was like a spring flowing into arid fields. “Make it like this, but also effortlessly reduce the loading layer, really damn ...” He muttered, as in cursing, suddenly as if someone deliberately shouted with his mouth like: “ Your son is coming back! ”" He heard some noise from the noise of blowers and cranes. Zonghao back