Chapter 157 Arrangements for the New Year’s Cultural Performance
The third uncle feels aggrieved by his behavior.
"You said that I, a people's teacher, just bring my family here for a walk, what are you doing to prevent me?"
The third uncle now felt confident and straight, as if he wanted to remain innocent in this world.
Cao Weidong looked at the backpack in the hands of the third uncle with his eyes open.
"Third uncle, why are you carrying a backpack when you go for a walk?"
The third aunt put the basket away in a coquettish manner, and explained hurriedly: "I just brought some cabbage back from the vegetable market, so I brought it with me."
Cao Weidong: Haha...I'll be damned if I believe it.
The third uncle came here a few days ago, walked around the decoration site, and picked up some decoration leftovers.
For this reason, Master Liu even came to him specifically.
Cao Weidong also watched it.
Although the third uncle was greedy for petty gains, he still had some sense of propriety. All he picked up were construction waste that Master Liu and the others did not want, so he turned a blind eye.
Nothing much to say.
After sending the third uncle away with a few words, Cao Weidong looked at the wood that Lou Xiao'e helped find.
They are all high-quality wood.
Next to it are barrels of fine tung oil delivered as a package.
"How much did these things cost in total?"
This was done through Lou Bancheng’s trust relationship, and the bill still needs to be settled.
Lou Xiao'e said: "It's the inventory in the hands of an uncle of mine. Just give me two big black coins."
The price is really low.
At this time, if you buy so much wood in the market, it will cost you at least 50 yuan, and it may not be available in stock.
If the stock is small, the price will naturally be high.
Cao Weidong paid the money and exchanged a hairpin from Wanjie Mall for Lou Xiao'e as a thank you gift.
The little rich woman is not short of money.
But such exquisite decorations are rare.
It’s just right to give it to Lou Xiao’e.
Lou Xiao'e's eyes lit up and she couldn't put it down and played with it.
Xu Damao also came over.
"Where's the thank you gift for me?"
Cao Weidong pointed at the wood pile and said ruthlessly.
"The tarp over there is open, go over and tighten it."
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After New Year's Day, there are fewer production tasks in the factory.
The focus of the factory leaders' work is on the New Year's cultural performance.
The steel rolling mill does not have a special literary and artistic propaganda team. In previous years, the propaganda department was in charge.
This matter is easy to handle.
Find a few lesbians who can dance in the factory, and then each department collects a program, says a few auspicious words, and then conducts employee evaluations and awards rewards.
Everyone happily welcomes the arrival of the New Year.
Unfortunately, Mr. Ma caught a cold a few days ago and fell ill.
Although he has been cured, he is still a little weak and needs to rest at home for a while.
The deputy director of the Propaganda Department is a young lesbian.
Ma Xuewu was worried that she wouldn't be able to handle the matter, so he asked Cao Weidong to help her more.
Facing his godfather's request, Cao Weidong naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
Of course, he still has a lot of things on his hands.
The first thing to bear the brunt is Ding Qiunan's work arrangement.
As an emotional pile driver, he is still very responsible.
Through Meng Shui's relationship, he contacted Dean Jia of the health center.
I came to my door with gifts that night.
Please ask the other party to transfer Ding Qiunan to a suitable position and reassign the master.
Dean Jia readily agreed.
He said that Cao Weidong can rest assured that he will make arrangements when he goes to work, which will definitely satisfy Cao Weidong.
Then he also provided an additional piece of information to Cao Weidong.
"Ge Shulan and Director Xu of the Women's Federation should know each other personally. When Ge Shulan assigned work, it was Director Xu who personally approached me," said Dean Jia.
When he went to work the next day, Cao Weidong called Xu Aiguo over and asked him to find someone to keep an eye on Ge Shulan to see if he could catch the opponent.
Xu Aiguo agreed wholeheartedly.
These days, he is wearing the vest of the Logistics Department, and with the support of Cao Weidong, he has made many friends in the factory.
It's just right to leave this matter to him.
Xu Aiguo added at this time:
"By the way, you went to the countryside a few days ago, and Director Li came to see me specifically and asked about our factory's purchase of building materials."
"You don't know, but the two second-generation people in our logistics department are also very anxious."
Cao Weidong nodded.
"Last time I made an appointment with the brick-burning factory to purchase, and now they have no planned quota. We can only discuss it after the year."
It's a matter of building a family home at the steel rolling mill.
Cao Weidong intervened a little late.
Those factories have all used up their planned shares, so we can only wait until next year.
Another reason why procurement is difficult is that the steel rolling mill receives too little money.
After all, human feelings are not everything.
Many times, real money is more convincing.
In fact, Cao Weidong has a plan in mind, but now is not the time to bring it out.
The two were chatting when someone knocked on the door.
Xu Aiguo hurriedly went over to open the door and was suddenly stunned.
"Director Jiang, why are you here?"
The visitor’s name is Jiang Ling.
This is a girl with a sweet appearance, long hair, and a voice as sweet as a lark.
As soon as I graduated from college, I was directly assigned to the steel rolling mill as the deputy director of the Propaganda Department.
Jiang Ling said: "I'm looking for Director Cao, is he there?"
Xu Aiguo quickly stepped aside, said hello to Cao Weidong, and walked out of the office.
Jiang Ling walked up to Cao Weidong and said politely: "Hello, Director Cao, I'm here to discuss the art performance with you."
Cao Weidong was a little surprised.
The Propaganda Department was in charge of the cultural performance, and Director Ma went home to rest. He thought Jiang Ling would be very strong.
I didn't expect the other party to be so polite.
Cao Weidong has always been a soft-spoken character, and he will be very friendly when others are polite.
"Hello, Director Jiang, I know about this matter. How do you need my cooperation?"
"I just came here and am not very familiar with the routine work in the factory, so I would like to ask you to be the person in charge of this cultural performance. I can just learn from you."
"My family told me that you have ideas and asked me to learn more."
Cao Weidong frowned: "Family members?"
Jiang Ling admitted openly: "Well, my uncle's surname is An, and my cousin's name is An Wenyao."
Good guy, no wonder I was assigned to the steel rolling mill as the deputy director just after graduating from college. It turns out that he is also a second-generation official.
With this relationship, Cao Weidong became serious.
"We can also improvise a program for a cultural performance, but the effect will definitely not be good. It is best to form a performance troupe and hold a lively performance."
These words have reached Jiang Ling’s heart.
"Yes, that's what I mean too. If you want to do it, do it well."
Cao Weidong silently calculated in his mind.
"There are still more than a month left before the Chinese New Year. The time is a bit tight, but it can be completed. You draft a draft and say that we are going to organize an audition and then broadcast it to the whole factory."
"What is the audition?"
Jiang Ling is a little unfamiliar with this vocabulary.
Cao Weidong explained.
"Audition is a kind of election method. It is a primary election for the majority of employees. Employees who pass the audition will have to go through the second and third rounds of selection before they can finally join our art troupe."
"Yes, I promise to complete the task!"
After hearing Cao Weidong's plan, Jiang Ling's eyes lit up and she left with her mission.
Cao Weidong found a piece of paper, drew on it, and wrote down some of his thoughts on the cultural performance.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the familiar sound of a car horn coming from outside the window.
Put your head out.
The Red Star sedan happened to be parked downstairs.
Cao Weidong's heart moved.
I guess the negotiations with foreign guests should be making progress.