Jiang Shan, who decided to follow Xu Muchun, looked at Ma Chengyuan who was sorting out cultural relics: "We'll see you another day, Chief Ma!"
On the other side, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang also waved to their three old friends who were picking up antiques: "See you all!"
Several people in the antique pile heard the sound and saw that the old friends they had been working with a moment ago had already exited the warehouse with a smile.
The museum employee was stunned for a moment: "Director Ma, why did that young man call you the curator just now?"
"I guess," Ma Chengyuan guessed: "He saw me busy here and there, and thought I was the curator here."
"This kid doesn't have any social experience at first glance," Zhu Jiajin said with a smile: "The curator is the person in charge of the work, how can he work in the fields himself!"
"That's right," Ma Chengyuan, who will become the curator in five years, laughed: "But I can work with three seniors, and I wouldn't change for another curator."
…
While Hongru was chatting and laughing and working in the museum's warehouse, a milky-white Pujiang brand car had already quickly left the Pujiang Museum.
On the way to Tongyi Match Factory, Jiang Shan, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang were squeezed into the back seat.
And Xu Muchun, who was sitting in the front row, had a panoramic view of this scene: "Xiao Jiang, are you very busy these days?"
"It's okay," Jiang Shan has long been used to it: "Anyway, it's just running around!"
"There is a van in the bureau," Xu Muchun said, "It has been idle for a while. If you need it, take it and drive it!"
Although Xu Muchun didn't know whether Jiang Shan had a driver's license, he had seen his driving skills.
"Seriously? Then I really have to thank you." Director Xu's proposal was a surprise to Jiang Shan.
"I borrowed it," Director Xu added, seeing how happy he was, "I have to pay it back."
"Well, how can I take advantage of the government?" Jiang Shan's favorite thing is to take advantage of the government: "Where is the van made?"
Xu Bureau didn't know what to do about this. He just arranged a car for Jiang Shan.
Fortunately, the driver, Men Qing, was driving: "Don't think it's old, it's a Japanese Delica. Although this car is a bit old, it's easier to drive than a new car."
"It turns out to be a Mitsubishi van!"
Jiangshan was even happier when he heard it was Delica.
The original Delica and Underco engines from the 1970s are Pajero engines.
After two years, when it was upgraded from two-wheel drive to four-wheel drive, it became a legendary tough van that even off-road vehicles were not considered.
If it is painted green, it is the image endorsement vehicle of China Post, and if it is painted yellow, it is Jackie Chan's "Fast Food Truck".
Until now, it has become a tool cart of Jiangshan.
As soon as Xu Muchun saw Jiang Shan like this, he knew that this was a good deal: "We will arrive at the match factory in a while. Let's walk around and take a good look."
Jiang Shan, who had this intention, nodded.
Xu Muchun: “Many comrades in this match factory are veteran workers who were there when the factory was built.
Over the past 20 years, they have received education in various ideological lines.
After the announcement of the discontinuation of production two years ago, various rumors have not stopped.
What worries them the most is the relocation of the entire factory..."
This kind of thing was not surprising in the 1950s and 1960s.
Some factories that moved overseas later moved back to Shanghai due to poor management, and Zhonghua Pencil Factory was one of them.
"Are they worried for nothing?"
"The bureau has indeed discussed this matter before," Director Xu continued: "But compared with this matter, some rumors from society are what makes them most aggrieved."
Compared with other match factories with high benefits and many benefits, the two Vietnam-aided match factories, including Tongyi Match Factory, not only provided mediocre benefits, but also received a lot of complaints and ridicule from the masses after the political winds changed.
Either he was criticizing them for not distinguishing between friend and foe, or he was making fun of the slogan that the factory had put up before that said friendship comes first.
The workers at the match factory were so angry that they not only complained about it, but also felt useless in their hearts.
After working hard for more than 20 years, I finally realized that the object of my dedication was not a thing.
"Years ago, the factory had resumed production," Xu Muchun said to Jiang Shan through the rearview mirror: "I checked last time and found that the employees' work enthusiasm was not high. It seems that the ideological work of the union has not kept up.
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"Don't worry," Jiang Shan said comfortingly as he looked into the rearview mirror: "Forget about other work, you can completely let go of the ideological education work. There are many talents in this area."
Xu Muchun, who originally thought this was the case, did not continue the previous topic: "Fortunately, the quality of the product can still be guaranteed. As for the rest... take your time!"
Xu Muchun, who has been in charge of entity work for a long time, knows how important employees' attitude towards work is.
But from the end of last year to the beginning of this year, although several mobilization meetings were held in the factory, the enthusiasm of the employees still did not rise.
It just so happened that, taking this opportunity, he wanted to remind the leading cadres in the factory again that they must take up this work seriously.
Within a few crossroads, the gate of Tongyi Match Factory appeared in front of Jiangshan.
When the car with a license plate from the Light Industry Bureau slowly drove through the gate, several leaders of the match factory were already waiting in the empty space of the factory area.
It turned out that before Xu Muchun set off, another car driven by Section Chief Han of the Light Industry Bureau had already left the museum and arrived early.
Jiang Shan, Huang Yongyu, and Wang Shixiang followed Xu Muchun out of the car, and several leaders in the factory immediately surrounded them enthusiastically.
In recent months, the leaders of the Municipal Light Industry Bureau have been going here frequently.
Director Xu Muchun was different from the leaders they had dealt with before.
When he opened his mouth and shut up, all he talked about was production and efficiency.
It seems very powerful, but it is even more powerful than it seems.
For example, right now, we started talking about work as soon as we got off the car.
"I remember the last time I came to your factory," Xu Muchun frowned and looked around: "I saw several factories where debris was piled up."
Director Lu of the Tongyi Match Factory said with sweaty palms: "This matter was discussed in the factory meeting two days ago. Don't worry, we will clear out that row of utility rooms right away."
"Well," Xu Muchun, who had his hands behind his back, nodded: "We must pay attention to the production safety in the factory."
"Director, please rest assured that our factory has always been very tight in this regard," Director Lu quickly introduced the historical issues in the factory to the leaders:
"The debris piled up in those rooms were all copied from some previous departments... They sent the match factory in the hope that we can recycle the waste, but they didn't know anything. The matches were made from pine, poplar, and other wood.
The wood is completely unusable..."
"Let's go," Xu Ju said, "take us over and take a look."
Amidst the squeaking sounds of work in the workshop, Xu Muchun and his party, accompanied by Director Lu, walked deeper into the workshop.
As I walked along with Jiangshan and looked around, I realized that the appearance of this match factory was not wide, but it was not shallow in depth.
Rows of red brick factory buildings are scattered in an orderly manner.
Going around and around, you can clearly see the busy scenes in the factory through the windows.
Planing the stems, arranging the stems, dipping the herbs, drying, and boxing...the processes are all in order.
"The workload in the factory is not small," Jiang Shan whispered to Section Chief Han next to him: "Have you received the production order?"
"not yet,"
After many contacts, Section Chief Han and Jiang Shan are no longer outsiders:
"But Director Xu said that we should start the production of six new varieties of matches first and be prepared for large-scale shipments."
After saying this, Section Chief Han did not forget to smile at Jiang Shan.
He understood that Xu Muchun was able to consider this entirely because of the shortage of "White Rabbit" toffee, "White Cat" washing powder, and "Zhonghua" brand pencils.
But what Section Chief Han didn't expect was that his smile directly made Jiang Shan sweat from his forehead.
Listen to the sound of gongs and drums, listen to the meaning of words, how can Jiangshan not know Xu Muchun's meaning?
But to be honest, so far, he still hasn't figured out how to send these simple, ubiquitous matches out of the country and gain a foothold in other countries!
The Uni-President Match Factory is not large in scale. Before Jiang Shan could think about it for a while, the group had already reached the deepest part of the factory area.
Disrepaired wooden doors and broken windows.
Without even entering the house, they saw the mess piled up in the utility room.
No wonder Bureau Xu had already seen the basic information in the pile of debris with just a quick glance when passing by.
Director Lu wiped his forehead at this moment: "Um...tomorrow, no, I will clean these rooms today."
"It needs to be dealt with as soon as possible," Xu Ju stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back: "Especially recently, fireworks and firecrackers are being set off everywhere."
Director Lu also sensed this hidden danger: "You are right to remind us that our match factory really needs to pay attention to it."
It doesn't matter if this pile of things is burned. If the entire match factory is implicated, it will be a big sin.
"Xiao Jiang," Xu Muchun said openly and openly, "before these scraps are thrown away, go in and see if there are any objects that are needed for advertising."
"Okay Xu Ju," Jiang Shan said with a serious face, "I'll go see what waste can be used right away."
While talking, he and the two old masters pushed open the door of the utility room.
When Factory Director Lu saw this, he quickly ordered several workers to help him.
But she didn't want to be stopped by Xu Muchun: "Don't rush in, wait until the designer inside greets you."
"Designer?" Director Lu asked with a question on his face: "Are those comrades the new matchbox designers sent by the bureau?"
"No," Xu Muchun smiled faintly as he looked at the busy figures in the utility room: "This designer is the advertising designer I hired specifically for your factory."
"..."
It was the first time Director Lu heard that advertising also required design, so he didn't ask any more questions.
The next second, he followed Director Xu's gaze and looked into the room.
Although I don’t know what the messy objects in this room have to do with advertising?
But he knew that the comrade who could make Director Xu laugh was definitely not an ordinary person.
…
The pile of debris that had been gathering dust for more than ten years was picked up by three pairs of hands at the same time.
A few beams of sunlight poured into the window, illuminating the floating dust in all directions.
But at this moment, Wang Shixiang, Huang Yongyu and Jiang Shan looked at the debris in front of them as if they had not seen anything at all.
"This is someone's fault." There was no one else in the room. What Wang Shixiang thought in his heart was what he said: "Look, just look at it and it will be shipped."
Huang Yongyu nodded in agreement: "It seems that some of the big businessmen in Pujiang are as good as you."
"How fresh, this is the Pearl of the East!" Jiang Shan, who couldn't bear to raise his head, took the time to say something.
At this moment, he thought of Burton, the American antique dealer who formed a team to discover Ming Dynasty furniture in Shanghai in 1988.
This team that crossed the Pacific Ocean completed Wang Shixiang's decades-long achievement in just one year.
When he thought of this, Jiang Shan suddenly felt like he was exerting endless energy.
Looking at the two old masters on the other side, they looked more energetic than him.
While these three people were working hard in the match factory, a Delica van slowly drove towards the match factory.
