The steps of Che Twelvejin walking towards the furnace seemed extremely rapid and steady. After hearing what Chairman Jia said, he was happy and anxious. Because there was only more than a month left before the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you want to organize a performance in more than a month, the time is more tense than before. Why did you notify the workshop at this time? Chairman Jia said that it may be because of a conflict of time with the technical competition. It turned out that the factory union was not ready to do it, and it was enough to concentrate on doing a technical competition. Unexpectedly, I don’t know why, the factory planned it again. Speaking of this, it was said that it was not planned.

Son, Chairman Jia also lowered his voice and said artificially: "It is said that the old factory director is about to retire, and I want to give you some benefits in the end. Technical competitions, factory art performances, including awarding certificates and bonuses to a large number of old model workers. This year's union's affairs are a lot in the past year. When Chairman Jia, Che Shier Jin and Master Zhu said these words, Sanqing came in coldly, leaned in, and said to himself: "Is the old factory director here to the station? Retire? If the old factory director retires, is our workshop old director... also..."

Master Jin suddenly changed his face: "Sanqing! You can't talk nonsense!"

Chairman Jia did not say calmly and simply, "Yes, what's the matter to joke about?" Chairman Jia was not angry because, in the door of the casting workshop office, any employees could enter and exit. Chairman Jia just changed the topic and smiled and told Che Shierjin, "That's up to you. Your task this month is heavy, and there are two major tasks. One is to help us organize the Mid-Autumn Festival art performance, especially your erhu solo. The other is to do the work of making red maple and make her prepare for technical competitions."

Che Shier Jin deliberately held the airs in front of the person, especially Sanqing, and said: "There is no problem with the art performance, but I can't make the decision to let Hongfeng represent the workshop technical competition. He has a team leader!" When he said this, he twisted his neck and put his face on Sanqing's face, saying: "Did you think so?"

Sanqing hid: "Oh, your fat face is almost flattening me, it's so hard!"
Chapter completed!