After hearing what Fan Heng said, Zhang Mei did not react. Fan Wubing, who was lying on the sofa, understood.
"Hahaha--" Fan Wubing couldn't help laughing and said to both parents, "Mom and Dad, is it that Master Ye wants his stupid son to take over his shift?"
Fan Heng immediately stared at Fan Wubing for a while, then shook his head and said to Zhang Mei, "Look, my son knows what's going on. You, the director, didn't even understand!"
"How is it possible?! Ye Gong wants his stupid son to take over?!" Zhang Mei opened her mouth as if an egg was stuffed into it. She couldn't close it. Seeing Fan Heng's helpless look, she asked in a low voice, "Is this true?"
"Of course it's true, otherwise why would I be so embarrassed?" Fan Heng said with a blank look on Zhang Mei.
It was a very funny thing! Fan Wubing felt a little overjoyed when he heard it.
This is the case in this era. Although there is no law that stipulates that the children of employees can take over their parents' job positions, this is indeed a common situation in reality.
Employees of state-owned enterprises regard their work as a right that they should enjoy and naturally inherit it as a private property to the next generation. This is a special phenomenon formed in a specific era. Although the succession system was declared invalid after 1989, it was still tenaciously existing in various forms until thirty years later in some monopoly industries.
"But, the stupid son entered the industrial enterprise to take over the team of engineer Laozi. This matter is too dramatic, right?" Fan Wubing really didn't know how the factory leaders should deal with this ridiculous problem?
"Did the factory agree?" Zhang Mei asked.
"What if you don't agree?" Fan Heng said helplessly, "Everyone handles this way. Can you say that you won't let Master Ye copy it? The stupid son is also a son!"
Fan Wubing laughed, "But this kind of thing should be a headache for the factory leaders. Dad, why are you upset? It's completely unnecessary!"
Fan Heng replied angrily, "I would be fine if that was the case. The leaders in the factory were more slippery and hid behind when they saw the trouble. They insisted that Ye Gong was from our workshop. Of course, the problem of this successor was also solved by our workshop. The factory was optimistic! If I asked me, this was not optimistic. It was clearly just sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight. I wanted to see our jokes!"
"How stupid is that fool?" Fan Wubing is very concerned about this issue. If Ye Gong's stupid son is really hopeless, then he can only lament that his father Fan Heng has a bad fate, and it should be such a difficult situation.
Before Fan Heng could speak, he heard Zhang Mei interrupting, "You should be as stupid as you are."
"Well——" Fan Heng looked at Zhang Mei with dissatisfaction and said more pertinently, "Actually, it's just not open-minded! Or just being mean! It's definitely not possible to do technical work, but there are no technical jobs in our workshop? Just being a master like this, the other employees don't want to do it! The child is actually not bad, but it's a pity that he is a stubborn person. Alas, Ye Gong has always been a good person, why does he have such a stupid son?!" He shook his head all his time.
Oh, that's it! After listening to Fan Heng's explanation, Fan Wubing had an idea and suddenly came up with a solution.
"Dad, do you think this is OK?" Fan Wubing quietly told his father about his thoughts.
"It sounds good, so you can try it first." Fan Heng said happily after hearing this.
"What are you, father and son, whispering? It's still so mysterious-" Zhang Mei said slowly.
"Hehehe--" The father and son smiled very sinisterly, with their evil expressions exactly the same.
A few days later, the factory was full of controversy, and Worker Ye’s stupid son was finally going to work!
"It is natural for a son to inherit his father's business. What a big deal?" Many people say this. Although there is a look of distortion in their eyes, everyone feels a little at ease through this matter.
Although the wind direction above changed drastically since the end of last year, and everyone was worried about breaking the big pot meal in the enterprise and abolishing the succession system. After all, if the interests of everyone are not allowed to take over, what should our children do in the future? Can so many unemployed young people suddenly appear in society? Everyone is very confused.
At this time, the stupid son of Ye Gong was about to work in the factory. The rumors that he had been circulating in the sky that had been cancelled were naturally broken without any attack. There was no longer a market, and everyone felt at ease.
"No matter how bad my son is, Is my son not as stupid as Ye Gong's son?!" Some people joked like this.
Ye Gong’s son is really at work! His big name is Ye Tian.
However, Fan Heng did not arrange him to any position in the workshop. He directly arranged Ye Tian to the doorman, and was a position specifically responsible for getting in and out of the inspection equipment.
This was naturally Fan Wubing's idea. A while ago, Fan Heng always complained to them at home, saying that the loss of precious metal parts in the workshop was quite serious, and the accumulation of small amounts was large, and the total amount was about tens of thousands of yuan throughout the year.
The parts and spare parts of the assembly workshop are the most complete. The performance of military products has almost strict requirements in many aspects, such as electrical performance. Therefore, some spare parts have silver contacts. At that time, this was a relatively valuable thing. Many employees who were not very clean would like to take advantage of the opportunity of repairing parts to pick up the silver contacts, take them home, and accumulate them slowly. After enough, they melted them with a crucible and cast them into rings.
The harm of this behavior is very significant. Some parts need to be simply maintained and can be reused, but after the silver contacts are removed, they become scrap. Half of the scrap warehouses in the assembly workshop are made like this.
"Can't the doorman's instrument detect it?" Fan Wubing was very surprised when he heard Fan Heng's complaint.
"Of course it can be detected, but everyone meets every day. Who would be willing to make things difficult for others for such a small matter? You are a doorman and strictly enforce the law for the sake of public affairs, but you offend everyone. If there is a request for someone in the future, who will help you?" Although Fan Heng was a little dissatisfied, he was helpless.
"So, a good guard, first of all, is a fool!" Fan Wubing said thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!