A group of six people walked into the bun shop, and ate forty pieces of Qinwan’s buns that cost one cent each!

"Mr. Qin, let me do it." Xu Zhen stood up and said that he was paying. Qin Dong smiled and grabbed him, "Sit down."

"Oh." Xu Zhen was obedient. Forty buns cost four yuan. Although the money was not much, it was more than five yuan with tofu brain. It was not that he couldn't bear to leave this money, but because he was afraid that his wife would come home and talk about it. The New Year was coming soon, and the family's expenses were too great.

Qin Dong stood up and took out ten dollars, a meal of buns and a few bowls of tofu brain. This little money is really not a problem for him. "Give me ten more buns."

"Mr. Qin."

After dinner, the group of six people did not go home, but returned to the factory. As soon as they walked into the factory gate, the security officer shouted with a smile.

Qin Dong was stunned, nodded with a smile, took out two buns and stuffed them into the hands of the security officer.

"Mr. Qin, haven't you been sleeping all night?" An old lady who was working on the night shift was riding a bicycle. When she saw Qin Dong get off the bicycle again, she pulled down her tightly wrapped scarf again, revealing half of her face.

"Sister Ma, eat buns." Qin Dong was also very enthusiastic. He stuffed the hot buns into his hands, and the eldest sister smiled even more enthusiastically.

"Mr. Qin——"

When they walked into the office building, the department saw Qin Dong and still shouted like this. Several people in the dispatching room looked at each other. That night, Mr. Qin's reputation was a hit in the entire factory.

Back at the department, Xu Zhen selected the key points to report on the work of the dispatch room last year. "Next, please tell everyone a few words." When the buns were eaten, Xu Zhen also sent out his enthusiasm.

"Well," Qin Dong was not polite, "I don't need to talk about the importance of the dispatch room. I'll make a few requests..."

Xu Zhen and several dispatchers held notebooks and pens and recorded them carefully.

"First, adhere to principles. For problems arising in production, especially those of principle, you must dare to persist. One is one, two is two, and never be ambiguity... For fraud in production, you must be severely punished..."

"The second is self-discipline and fairness... Everyone is equal before the system, not specialized, not seeking personal gain, and have a decent style..."

Qin Dong looked at Xu Zhen. Xu Zhen was in his thirties and was almost half older than him, but he also took a notebook and pen to record carefully, and from time to time he looked up at Qin Dong.

Qin Dong's methods were seen by him. Whether he was punishing Sun Kuirong or fighting with the tobacco and alcohol company, this person was not something that Xu Zhen could afford.

"Third, in addition to your own personal image, the image of the office is also very important."

Qin Dong frowned and pointed at the office of the dispatching room. "In the future, the remaining tea in the office should be poured out, clean the tea cups and tea sets, clean the floor and desktop. If there are spiders and other stolen goods on the walls of the office, you should also pay attention to cleaning..."

Qin Dong was concise and had no nonsense. When he returned to the office on the first floor, Xu Zhen immediately directed several dispatchers to clean up.

"Yaaaa, what's wrong today? The sun comes out from the west?" Wu Geng happened to come back from the cafeteria. When he walked to the door of the dispatch room, he saw the chaos inside. Usually, a group of big men, and stayed up late to dispatch, there was always a smell of smoke and tea in the office, plus the ink smell recorded by the mimeographed dispatching record. This smell...

"Mr. Qin asked us to clean up," Xu Zhen replied with a smile, "Isn't this the New Year coming soon? There is a new look in the New Year!"

"Good statement!" Zhou Fenghe also went to work, and he also noticed the changes in the dispatch room. "There should be a new look in the New Year. Tell the factory that the entire factory should learn the dispatch room and conduct a major sanitation inspection. Do whatever you want. In the afternoon, everyone will clean it!"

Wu Geng looked at Xu Zhen and came to the first floor. He pushed open Qin Dong's door, "You kid, okay, the sales department is on the first floor, the dispatch room is on the second floor, and the Youth League Committee is on the third floor. There are five floors in total, you kid are in charge of three floors alone!"

"Can you care about Director Wu?" Qin Dong smiled and welcomed Wu Geng into the door. The bun was originally for Wu Geng to take over, but he let him get it out halfway.

"Yes, you are President Qin now," Wu Geng looked at Qin Dong jokingly, "What did Zhou Yuanze just say? Let the whole factory clean up in the afternoon and learn from your dispatching room..."

Qin Dong smiled, he kept blinking, and Wu Geng laughed too, he sat down on the chair opposite Qin Dong, "What, you got trachoma? What's the blink?"

Qin Dong smiled, coughing with a smile. Wu Geng felt something was wrong. When he turned around, Zhou Fenghe was standing at the door and looking at him.

"Secretary Zhou," Wu Geng stood up with a hurried smile, "You have a job to discuss, okay, there is something happening to be something in the South Factory, you can do it first..." When he walked to the door, he turned around viciously and slashed at Qin Dong with his hand as his palm.

"Xiao Qin," Zhou Fenghe's attitude was very calm. He also knew the nickname Zhou Yuanse, but he thought half of it was affirmation of himself. "I'll come here to inform you that the city's Spring Festival Gala will be rehearsed on site this afternoon, and you will participate as a model worker representative."

Ah, Qin Wan’s Spring Festival Gala? Qin Dong couldn’t help but stand up.

Zhou Fenghe thought he had some concerns and continued to do Qin Dong's work. "Don't be burdened. You either want you to perform any program or sit in the audience to watch the program. Those who can sit in the audience are representatives who emerged from all fronts in our city last year. This is an important political task..."

"Secretary Zhou, I am a section chief, so I won't go," Qin Dong smiled, "Why would you let Director Chen go?"

"You?" Zhou Fenghe looked at Qin Dong and suddenly smiled, "You are President Qin," he said of President Qin, and he laughed himself, "Go, you are the only one in the second light system, you are the director Qi Cheng of the Municipal Bureau personally named... By the way, you can do it now, go to the department store, buy yourself a set of clothes, dress up well in the afternoon, and show the spirit of our factory..."

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"Red heart, green heart, watery heart, and smooth and crispy!"

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"Sweet fried sausage, one satisfyes your cravings, two are full."

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The afternoon sun is very warm. In this cold season, with the tempting hawking sounds and the curling smoke, the quiet alley is full of the real fun of the world.

"Why are you getting off work so early today?" When Qin Dong pushed open the yard door, Du Xiaoju walked out with a curtain. The sun shone on her face, her soft skin was like nephrite. On her fair face, the water apricot eyes were circulating with waves, staring at Qin Dong.

Today, when I was off work, the stove at home was in full bloom. She only wore a pink sweater, and her delicate figure that was faintly visible in the sun was lingering in the halo of the sun.

"Where is Xiaoshu? Where is uncle and aunt?"

"The second boy from Uncle Liu Qimin's family in the Public Security Bureau got married. My father and my mother went to the table. Xiaoshu," Du Xiaoju put down the door curtain, "I don't know where he ran."

"What do you ask, why did you run back at noon?"
Chapter completed!