Guanxi in July is the hottest time. The huge sun hangs high in the sky, spreading its sunshine freely on the earth. The outdoor temperature has reached 38 degrees, not to mention the indoor temperature.
Even though the central air conditioner was making a hoarse sound due to full operation, the workers who were working nervously in the workshop were still sweating from the heat.
Su Tong sat at the workbench, holding a folder in his left hand and a gel pen in his right hand. He looked at the tail shipment schedule on the file and sighed. According to this progress, it will take at least three days.
The goods had to be shipped out, but there were less than twenty-four hours before the shipping date given by the factory. The shipping time was about to arrive tomorrow, which made Su Tong extremely worried.
Thinking of Lao Wang's black face as if he was wearing a cuckold if the goods could not be shipped on time, the upset Su Tong couldn't help but slam the folder in his hand on the workbench.
"His grandma, although I didn't come from the 985 school, I am still a top student who graduated from the 211 university. How did I fall to the point where I can't even survive in a small garment factory?"
Yes, Su Tong was in a bad mood these days because he was targeted by the new factory director.
When he first came out of the university campus, Su Tong, who was still full of enthusiasm, believed that with his own efforts, he would be able to gain a foothold in this famous second-tier city in the country and live a wonderful life.
But the reality gave him a blow. It is wrong to say that academic qualifications are useless, but it is not necessarily true to say how important they are.
Take Su Tong for example. He originally thought that it would not be difficult to find a suitable job with his reputation as a graduate of the Chinese Department of 211 University. However, after more than half a year of running into obstacles, he realized the gap between reality and ideals.
Sometimes it really feels like a chasm that makes people despair.
After experiencing countless job search failures, he was almost out of money and food when he saw a recruitment advertisement for a factory called Ellianda. In desperation, he could only come to this garment factory with the idea of giving it a try.
The factory was launched, and this time he was lucky. After a simple interview, he was appointed as the assistant tail supervisor, which is also commonly known as a reserve cadre.
Yes, everyone read it correctly, it is a garment factory.
A liberal arts monk worked as an assistant to the tail supervisor in a garment factory. Although it seems a bit absurd, it is the fact. Su Tong is also a human being and needs to work properly. Under the pressure of survival, Su Tong still chose to succumb.
Fortunately, Su Tong was highly regarded by the director of the factory. In addition, both his IQ and EQ were still online. Half a year later, he succeeded the supervisor who resigned and went back to his hometown to get married, and officially became the tail supervisor of the garment factory.
Unfortunately, the good days did not last long. The factory director who appreciated him angered his boss for some reason and was soon fired. So Su Tong's good days at Tiewei came to an end.
After the new factory director took office, he raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows at him. Either he did something wrong here or he didn't do it well there. He assumed that if you can do it, then get out if you can't, which made Su Tong forget about it.
The house is on fire.
Heavy footsteps came from behind, and a voice that made him hate the moment he heard it sounded from behind: "Xiao Su, your progress at the rear is still too slow. If you keep going like this, you won't be able to ship the goods tomorrow afternoon."
Su Tong turned his head, and standing in front of him was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a medium build, dark complexion, and a rather honest face. He looked very much like the man who came every year.
The image of the Northeastern old man who became famous nationwide for his skit on the Spring Festival Gala. This man is Wang Dazhong, the new director of the Ellianda Garment Factory.
But Su Tong knew that this was just an illusion on the surface. In fact, this guy's popularity was not very good. Many people in the factory gave him the nickname Smiling Tiger. In the spirit of the principle, there is only a wrong name, not a wrong one.
The principle of nicknames tells you how this guy behaves on a daily basis.
Su Tong shook his head: "Director Wang, the time given by the factory is really tight. At the current speed, there is no way we can ship out all the goods before tomorrow afternoon."
"I don't care about that." Wang Dazhong's honest-looking face immediately became serious, "We must ship all this order tomorrow. This is not only the customer's requirement but also the factory's requirement. I don't care what method you use.
Even if I work overtime tonight, I still have to complete the task!"
“I can’t even finish even if I work overtime!”
Su Tong explained patiently.
"We don't have much manpower at the end. We only have 22 people at the end of the day. How could we possibly complete the OEM, nailing, hanging, and packaging of 40,000 to 50,000 pieces of clothing in less than three days?"
It is human nature to watch the excitement. When the employees at the rear saw that their boss was arguing with the manager on the spot, they all put down what they were doing and slowly gathered around.
Seeing that Su Tong actually contradicted him in front of so many employees, Wang Dazhong's voice became sharp: "What is your attitude? Is this how you talk to the leader?"
Su Tong, who had been holding back his anger for the past few days, couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the folder in his hand on the table: "My attitude is not that I am shirking responsibility, but it is an objective fact. This is
I don’t just say this in front of you, I still say it even in front of the boss."
At this moment, the bell hanging at the door rang.
When he heard the bell ringing, Su Tong said: "Director Wang, it's time to get off work, I'm leaving first!"
As he turned around to go out, Su Tong made a decision in his heart. He had really had enough of this factory. Although he was nominally the supervisor at the rear, his salary was not much and he had too many worries. Who would want to do this?
Who did it well?
"Su Tong, stop right here!"
Lao Wang's sharp voice came from behind him, but Su Tong didn't bother him and strode out without looking back.
Seeing Su Tong leave without looking back, Lao Wang was so angry that he was shaking all over. When he turned around, he found that the surroundings had already been crowded with people, with excitement in their eyes and a look of expression.
After the lively posture, the anger in his heart couldn't help but burst out.
"What are you looking at? Don't you have to do anything? If the goods can't be shipped tomorrow, none of you will get this month's salary!"
In desperation, Lao Wang cursed at the rear employees without thinking. In his opinion, as the director of the factory, it was normal for him to reprimand some ordinary workers who did not work seriously.
It's just that he forgot that things are no better than before.
Today in 2020, the main force working in Guangdong Province has become the post-90s generation, and many people born in the 1990s have even begun to appear. These people have more than ten or twenty years of experience in terms of thinking habits and how to deal with people.
There is a fundamental difference between the general workers born in the 1980s and even the 1970s.
Who is not the treasure of the family? Not to mention you as a factory director, even if the boss says I won’t do it to you, you can still eat me.
Besides, Su Tong is fairly fair in dealing with people, and he has never done any stupid things since he became a supervisor, so he still has a bit of reputation at the end of the line.
During this period, Lao Wang's suppression of Su Tong's rear-end employees all saw it, but it was popular these days to ignore matters that had nothing to do with themselves, so they never got involved in the conflict between their supervisor and the factory director.
Now that Lao Wang was so stubborn he actually pointed the finger at them, and these people immediately quit.
Only a "pop" sound was heard.
A male worker sitting in front of the buttoning machine slammed the half-buttoned clothes in his hand to the ground, pointed at Lao Wang and shouted: "I work so hard here, you say I won't pay you."
If you don’t pay wages, who do you think you are?”
"That's it... any son of a bitch dares to deduct my salary, I will sue him to the labor bureau!"
"That's it, pay your wages quickly. If you don't pay them, I won't work today!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves. Lao Wang never dreamed that his casual curse would arouse such great indignation among the employees at the rear. He was anxious and angry for a moment, pointed at everyone and shouted: "What do you want to do? Rebellion."
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"You're right... I'm the one who rebelled against you, so I won't do it anymore!"
"Yes...I won't work if I don't get paid!"
For a moment, the entire tail suddenly became chaotic.
Yang Feng didn't know what happened at the end. At this time, he had already returned to his dormitory.
As a lower-level manager, Yang Feng did not live in an eight-person dormitory like ordinary employees, but in a double room. Moreover, because the other team leader who was originally in the same room as him had just resigned and returned home the day before yesterday, he now lives in a double room.
He is the only one living in the dormitory, which can be said to be very comfortable.
After returning to the dormitory, Su Tong poured himself a large glass of cold water and thought slowly while drinking it.
After my quarrel with Lao Wang today, I guess I can't stay in this factory any longer.
Xiguan City, as a prefecture-level city under Guangdong Province, has a population of more than eight million. It can be said that the economy is extremely developed, but jobs are not easy to find.
Of course, the difficulty of finding a job mentioned here is only for liberal arts monks like Su Tong who want to find a professional counterpart. Other jobs such as waiters, hotel waiters, porters or general workers are not a problem, but if you want to find a
The work of a professional counterpart is not that simple, otherwise Su Tong would not have been able to work as a reserve cadre in this small factory with less than 200 people after wandering around for more than half a month.
After thinking about it for a long time, he still had no idea. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He slapped the table hard in anger. He never thought that this dilapidated table that had been used by countless hands would actually tilt up, and an object as big as half a fist would be lifted off the table.
It bounced up and hit him on the forehead, making a dull sound.
Yang Feng, who was hit by something, felt his vision go dark, and then a burning pain came from his head. He wiped it with his hand and found that his palm was full of blood.
Su Tong, who was innocently hit and had his head bleeding, lowered his head and picked up the culprit who hit his head from the ground. It turned out to be a strange-shaped stone. He was so angry that he cursed: "What kind of turtle did it..."
I wipe..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that this piece of broken stone seemed to be something he bought for two hundred yuan while visiting the flea market a few days ago.
Yang Feng casually placed the stone stained with blood on the table. He walked to the drawer aside and took out a bottle of medical alcohol and a piece of cotton wool. He cleaned the wound in the mirror. Fortunately, the wound was not big. After a while,
The bleeding stopped on its own, but as he was just wiping the wound, he didn't notice that the blood stains on the stone where he was standing slowly disappeared.
He took off his clothes and lay on the bed, picked up the strange stone and looked at it...