"What the hell, why are you tossing people?" Xiang Yonglin, who was riding a bicycle anxiously over in the foundry workshop, couldn't help complaining while taking off his leather hat.
I heard that a new factory director has arrived and will come down to the workshop for inspection soon. If anyone is absent, the New Year's goods may be gone, so after receiving the news, they all came over one after another.
In this winter, the road is full of ice. Because I was riding fast, I fell down. Now, my butt still hurts a little. Thinking about this, Xiang Yonglin felt angry.
He is a middle-aged man who joined the factory in the same batch as Kong Laoer. He was once prosperous back then and was rated as a senior technician. However, this is all in the old calendar. Now, he takes leave almost all year round. Anyway, in the factory
There was no need for so many people. Now, when he entered the factory, he saw another group of people, also complaining.
"Zhao Dapao, have you heard of it?" Sun Yingjie was leaning next to the warm radiator and said to everyone: "I just found out that in the main factory, if you don't recognize your relatives, no one will lose face.
Come on, at the factory affairs meeting, you didn’t even give Director Ma the face, and you bombarded you with this and that. Now that you have come to our place, you will have a good life in the future."
"Hey, Master Xiang is here too. You're just in time. It's said that Zhao Dapao has already led a group of workshop directors to transfer workshops, and they haven't transferred to us yet." Sun Yingjie said to Xiang Yonglin.
"Lao Xiang, what's going on? Look, your butt is wet?" Kong Laoer said, patting his butt.
"I fell down, grandma's fault." Xiang Yonglin gritted his teeth: "It's really a toss-up. We must give him a blow. Otherwise, how can we survive in the future?"
During that storm, Xiang Yonglin was an active member. Although he has stopped in recent years, he still has many evil ideas. Now, when I think of my butt hurting because I came here in a hurry, I feel extremely uncomfortable.
Xiang Yonglin came up with this idea because he was a veteran in the factory and had some charisma, but the new factory director had caused public outrage and offended everyone.
Hearing him say the words "show off", Kong Laoer's eyes lit up: "Lao Xiang, tell me, what should we do?"
If it were the main factory, the atmosphere there would have been reversed a long time ago. No one would have thought of trying to show authority to the leader. Wouldn't that be touching the tiger's butt? But here at the branch factory, the atmosphere has always been bad, and everyone is used to it.
In the past, weren't leaders manipulated at will by their hands, just like the sand in the sand molds in the foundry? They could be manipulated as much as they wanted!
Xiang Yonglin thought of this and suddenly had an idea: "We want to welcome you warmly, and we want to work actively. We want to be model workers. Come on, everyone, hurry up, don't be idle, let's make molds together."
It was relatively warm inside the workshop, so Xiang Yonglin took off his military coat and ran to the place where he was making sand molds, and began to liven up the mud.
Soon, footsteps could be heard outside.
"Director Zhao, this is the casting workshop. The most important cylinder components on the engine are cast here. There are also various other small parts. As long as they are cast, they are all our responsibility." Wang Dahai, as the workshop director,
Along the way, I watched other workshops being severely criticized by Zhao Guodong, and I felt uneasy in my heart. However, I still have to introduce those who should be introduced. I hope those guys under me will not be idle, even if they are just pretending!
While talking, I walked into the workshop. Just as I walked in, a shout suddenly rang out: "The factory director is here, the factory director is here to inspect, everyone, go and welcome the factory director!"
I saw a large group of people standing up in the sand mold making area over there and running towards this side. They looked quite enthusiastic. The leader was Xiang Yonglin.
No, this guy must have bad intentions! Wang Dahai knows very well about the people under him. This Xiang Yonglin is the one who likes to cause trouble the most.
Sure enough, Xiang Yonglin ran to the front, then stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Guodong's hand enthusiastically. The hands were full of mud and sand, and he held Zhao Guodong's hand without any concern at all, holding it with incomparable enthusiasm:
"Director Zhao, you are finally here. All our workshop workers are eager to have a new leader who can lead us to another glory."
"Xiang Yonglin, what are you doing? Look at your dirty hands!" Wang Dahai shouted loudly.
At this time, Zhao Guodong's hand was of course stained, full of mud and sand, and it was dripping down. Just now, Xiang Yonglin held Zhao Guodong's hand and wiped it back and forth.
"This, this, I'm sorry, Director Zhao, we workers are just dirty. It's not like sitting in an office, being clean, and being able to think about various rules and regulations." Xiang Yonglin said.
There is a hidden meaning in this statement. It is clearly a satire that Zhao Guodong wants to set fire to the No. 1 branch factory.
"What are you talking about?" Wang Dahai's face turned dark and he continued to Xiang Yonglin: "What are you doing now?"
Everyone has dirty hands. Do they still want to shake hands with the factory director one by one? I don’t know what is going on in the workshop! How about a three-year-old child playing with urine in cement? How many molds are made a week? They have already done it.
Okay! Now, both of your hands are filled with sand for making molds, which is of no use at all.
"Make molds." Xiang Yonglin continued: "The monthly production quota in the workshop has nothing to do with us. Since we are here, we must work hard. We can make twenty molds in one day.
From now on, we have to ensure attendance, make molds every day, and build cylinder blocks every day. Now that we are in the factory, we can't just sit around and languish, everyone said, right?"
Continue to ridicule Zhao Guodong, if you ask everyone to come, everyone will come. It is a waste to come. Is this what you want?
Normally, the people behind him should follow suit, but he didn't hear the echo. Looking again, Zhao Guodong's face was as cold as ice and his eyes were sharp. The people behind him were actually frightened, and no one said a word.
.
Zhao Dapao was Zhao Dapao, and he was about to fire, and he actually frightened them all! Xiang Yonglin secretly felt uncomfortable in his heart, they were a bunch of losers!
Zhao Guodong looked at everyone coldly and felt chills on their backs. Even Wang Dahai felt as if he had stripped naked and stood outside in the cold wind for an hour. These bastards are trying to pull me away.
Get off your horse and let me, the workshop director, work at a pace that I can’t last long!
Zhao Guodong did not speak, but walked forward to the row of finished sand molds, and then said to Wang Dahai: "Fill me with water."
The sand mold has been dried. If you fill it with water, the sand mold will be useless! Wang Dahai was stunned for a moment, but seeing Zhao Guodong's expression, he dared not talk nonsense, so he obediently found a bucket of water. Under Zhao Guodong's gaze,
Just pour it down.
Director Zhao just wants to torment these turtles and wants to play in the mud. Okay, let’s play!