The foundry workshop office was having a meeting early in the morning. In the director's office, there was smoke. As long as the two small doors were opened, a thick smoky smoky could smoke people. The expressionless director almost squatted on his old-fashioned backrest chair, like a chair that was moved from a house, smoking one after another. A blue and black coat that was always covered with empty sleeves, on his thin shoulders, with his waving hands.

The arms were swung around, like an old crow who was holding the rope that was about to break free from his shoulders, but he couldn't get rid of it. In the end, the director might have had a dry mouth. He picked up a large enamel tank that looked like a well inside, gurgled a few times, and the smoked black and yellow index fingers between the middle fingers, which had never been extinguished from morning to night, like a small chimney. Such a small chimney was in the hands of several section chiefs sitting, but the middle-aged deputy director and a young man did not.

"Well, yesterday, there was another one-day meeting of middle-level and above cadres in the factory. The center means to be the leader of reform. Our foundry workshops cannot be behind, but we must also be the leader of reform. Everyone talks about it."

"The director just said, "The middle-aged deputy director was surnamed Zheng, an old college student. Maybe because the director happened to be surnamed Fu, so whenever he spoke, he just called the director and seemed very careful. "The casting workshop also needs to be the vanguard of reform. I think," he was a little reluctant to say something. Maybe he had a lot of thought that he had nowhere to express, but he immediately started to hesitate. "For the factory, the most important thing should be, yes, management should be efficient..." After saying this, his eyes were staring at the director's face, as if he wanted to go from it.

It seemed like there was an answer. Director Fu's throat seemed a little dry at this time, a bit like a chicken feather floating in, itchy, and he began to cough hard, but it was not a real cough, but like cleaning a sewer, the sound of iron shoving the corners of the ground, which made people get goose bumps all over his body. Director Fu never smiled—in fact, he rarely smiled on weekdays. He always held a black and yellow face to people, especially workers, as if he didn't, he wouldn't be the workshop director.

While he was clearing his throat, Chairman Jia, who was sitting in a corner, stood up and went out. He went to answer the phone. Master Zhu, the internal staff member outside the door, was choked by the smoke suddenly sprayed out when he opened the door and retracted his head: "Oh, look at the smoke in this room, it was like it was on fire, the phone number of Director Wang of the factory union."

Chairman Jia went to his office to answer the phone, and Master Zhu said, "It may be a matter of the competition, so I still want to transfer Yue Hongfeng to the union for help."

"Ao," Chairman Jia steadily picked up the microphone on the table, "Hey, Director Wang, are you busy? Ao, Ao, Ao, OK, OK, OK, OK, I think it's okay, I think it's okay, I think it's okay, Ao, has the documents for the competition been issued long ago? Ao, this time the factory will issue another time in the name of the factory competition committee, Ao, that's great. This afternoon, the meeting was held in the factory union hall? What time is it? At 2:30 in the afternoon, it will be opened as soon as I go to work, Ao, OK." He repeated Director Wang's words word by word, "Ao, should you still draw Yue Hongfeng to the factory union to help? Okay, no problem, no problem, what's the problem? The needs of the factory are the needs of our workshop, and we will cooperate with it with all our strength. Well, when will Hongfeng go? Let's go this afternoon, OK."

After Chairman Jia put down the phone, Master Zhu and Master Jin, the salary accountant who was busy writing, said tepidly: "As soon as Hongfeng came back, he was taken to help by the factory union."

Master Jin said tepidly: "Ah, the factory has to obey it. There is no way, it's a good thing."

"They also have to participate in the skill competition. Her skills are good, I mean, don't delay. I heard that those who get the top few in this skill competition will have to pay a half-level salary. This will affect the salary increase but it is not worth it."

Chairman Jia was about to go back to the meeting, but turned his head and said, "I think so. If this factory-wide skill competition is as stated in the document, it is really a rare opportunity, but you must not delay it. However, it is also a good thing to withdraw the factory union to help, and nothing can be delayed." As he said that, he went to the opposite meeting.

Master Zhu still has some opinions, but she kept her voice as low as possible: "Skill competitions require real skills. If you practice less frequently, how can you choose to participate in the competition? If you ask me, try to help as little as possible. If you help for a long time, you won't raise your salary. You will come back after helping. What's the use?" Master Jin and Master Zhu have been workshop clerks for many years. They play the role of connecting the upper and lower connections. They have a lot of knowledge and are intellectuals among the workers and clerks among the intellectuals. In the past few years, helping in the factory can not only make you look face, but also be quite vain. Some people want to go to the big factory to help, even if they go to run around and feel face-saving, but for Master Zhu and Master Jin, who have always done specific things, they think that it is a fancy thing. They want to be vain and cannot get enough salary, which may be affected.

"That's hard to say. Sometimes things have to be said in two ways. If there is someone above, maybe someone helps, or maybe..." Master Jin said, and used to pulling up the sleeves that he had been wearing all year round.

"You mean, maybe help or maybe, hey, that's not easy, it has to do with it. Besides, now, have you seen it, and you are starting to get a diploma more and more. Without a diploma, you can only be a worker in the workshop."

Master Jin agreed with this and immediately said, "Yes, yes, what's right? Have you seen this? Now he is paying more and more attention to diplomas. If he doesn't have a diploma, he is not a cadre. If he is not a cadre, he can't go up. What do you want to do? What do you want to do?" The last sentence he asked was actually not what Master Zhu asked to answer, it was just a verbal word.

As he was talking, someone suddenly came in and suddenly interrupted, "That's right, reform and opening up, is the stinky old man who turned over and was liberated?"

Master Jin raised his head slightly and said tepidly: "Liang Sanqing, it's just right. Please help me call your Master Niu from Duan. He had two tickets to adjust the holiday last month, but it's not useful yet? I'll need to count the attendance this month."

"Okay, Master Jin called Lao Niu, saying that the old cow was here, and the old cow was bleating." He said that.
Chapter completed!