"Xiaolin, this rectification campaign is not aimed at you personally, think about it, if the political and ideological work of the masses cannot keep up with such an important department as our workshop, it will affect the quality of the products, and how much economic loss it will bring to the country......

Director Zhu wanted to continue, but was immediately interrupted by Lin Jianping unceremoniously: "Director Zhu, you don't say these high-sounding words to me, what's going on if it's not aimed at me, who doesn't know what's going on." ”

"Lin Jianping, you have to pay attention to the attitude, people like you just don't clean up, it seems that the rectification movement in the workshop is completely necessary. Director Zhu also stood up and pointed at Lin Jianping and reprimanded loudly.

Their quarrel became louder and louder, causing people from other offices in the corridor to poke their heads out and find that it was the director who was in a frenzy, so they quickly retracted their heads again, closed the door and pricked up their ears to listen to the movement here.

Suddenly feeling that this was ungraceful, Director Zhu sat back in his seat, and pretended to be calm and said: "Lin Jianping, this is the collective decision of the workshop, if you are not satisfied, you can complain to the organization, there are trade unions in the factory, there are discipline inspection departments, and the voices of employees have channels to be transmitted at any time." If you are not satisfied, you can go to any place you think is good, and the unit will never stop you. ”

"That's what you said. Lin Jianping also sneered, and after speaking, he turned around and left angrily.

Since he tore his face, of course, he couldn't stay in the workshop, Lin Jianping's family still knew some people, so he asked someone to transfer him to the planning and adjustment department.

But at this time, Director Zhu changed his rhetoric again, saying that it was necessary to stabilize the team of front-line employees, and it was strictly forbidden for front-line personnel to flow to the second line, and said that this was a regulation in the factory, and the workshop could not violate it.

Hongqi Factory does have such an internal system, so Director Zhu bites it and insists on it, so if it really doesn't work, can you resign?

After several tosses, the two sides finally reached a compromise, Lin Jianping was seconded to the Planning and Adjustment Department, and the wages during the secondment period were paid by the workshop, but the benefit wages needed to be deducted.

In order to leave the workshop as soon as possible, Lin Jianping didn't think much about it, and was ready to make such a transition first, and then think of some individual ways to completely transfer out of the workshop in the future.

But when he saw the salary slip that was issued, Lin Jianping couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, without the benefit salary, his income was obviously a big difference.

understood that he had fallen for Director Zhu, but he couldn't say what he was suffering, so he could only hope to complete the formal transfer procedures as soon as possible.

"The people in the workshop knew that I had offended the director, and in order to avoid being implicated, many people avoided me. Lin Jianping stared at Li Shan with burning eyes.

Li Shan smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know when I got into trouble with the pig's head, he always targets me in the workshop, and you don't know this, so I don't care." ”

Lin Jianping looked at Li Shan with some sympathy, picked up the teacup and touched it with Li Shan, and said, "Brother, you will have it in the workshop in the future, so you can do it yourself." ”

Director Zhu was lying on his back on the chair in the office at the moment, his eyes closed, holding a piece of tea cake in his hand and putting it under his nose to savor it carefully, "Well, yes, it's authentic Pu'er tea." Director Zhu came to this conclusion after smelling it for a while, and he usually looked at Lao Liang, who was wilted, and he was quite good at coming to things, and couldn't help but think of the situation last night.

At nine o'clock last night, Director Zhu came back from a party outside, drank a little dazed, just arrived at the door of the house and was about to open the door, when suddenly a person flashed out of the shadows, startled him, and half of the wine woke up, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be Lao Liang, a worker in his workshop.

looked at Lao Liang vigilantly for a while, and felt that he didn't look like he was going to be unfavorable to himself, so he immediately let go of half of his heart. Looking at the things he was carrying in his hand, for Director Zhu, who had been in the world for a long time, of course he understood what was going on, and said with a straight face: "Lao Liang, what are you doing, if there is anything you can't say to the unit, you have to run to the house." ”

This Lao Liang had been here before, and when he saw that Director Zhu was not at home, he kept guarding the door.

Lao Liang was in his forties, and said with a smile on his face: "Director Zhu, I was passing by here, and I just happened to see you, so I wanted to come over to say hello." ”

Where is this passing by, Director Zhu didn't break it, and said: "Lao Liang, since you have arrived at the door, let's come in and sit down." ”

Lao Liang nodded hurriedly and followed into the house.

After greeting for a while, Lao Liang said that a fellow brought him some good Pu'er tea, and he didn't know tea, so he was blind here, and he heard that the director knew tea, so he brought it over for him to taste.

Of course, this Lao Liang is not idle to deliver things, it seems that he is entrusting himself to do something, when the wine came up, I don't remember what he said at the time, as if he wanted to change jobs or something, anyway, it was just a matter of his own words.

If you can't think of it, you can't remember it, anyway, if he is in a hurry in a few days, he will definitely find himself, and he can take the opportunity to knock him again.

It is best to drink Pu-erh tea by boiling it, rather than brewing it. Not long ago, a friend just gave him a set of tools for making tea, just like drowsiness happened to meet a pillow, how could it be so coincidental.

There is a silver tea knife in the tea box, Director Zhu used the silver knife to cut off a small piece of tea very skillfully, put it into the tea brewer, add an appropriate amount of water, turn on the power supply, and after a while, the water boiled, and after boiling for a while, a strong tea fragrance spread when the lid was lifted.

Director Zhu poured himself a cup, picked up the teacup and took a sip of it to his mouth, and instantly the unique tea aroma of Pu'er tea immediately coiled around the tip of his tongue, and a warm heat slowly slid from the mouth to the stomach, and the stomach was warm and very useful.

It's so comfortable! Director Zhu was comfortable and wanted to scream a few times.

Liking tea is one of Director Zhu's three hobbies, and everyone in the workshop knows it, so some people like it and often bring him all kinds of tea.

Director Zhu drank tea and savored it carefully.

This is the benefit that power brings to himself, and Director Zhu also sighed for a while.

At the beginning, Director Zhu's name Zhu Ziguo was born in a remote mountain village in the west of Sanqin Province, and after ten years of hard study, he was finally admitted to a famous university in Beijing, which undoubtedly put a satellite in Zhu Ziguo's barren hometown.

In their area, the best results in the college entrance examination in the past were at most admitted to several universities in the provincial capital, which could not be compared with the nationally famous university in the capital, so the nearby ten miles and eight villages were a sensation. The old people in the village said that if this was put in the past, it would be equivalent to winning the Jinshi, and it seemed that the ancestral grave of the old Zhu family must be smoking.

The family was so poor at that time that my father borrowed some white noodles from others and made a big pot of noodles to entertain the villagers who came to congratulate them.

Thinking about that year, the title of the gold list, the good news came, the teachers and students embraced each other, and the scene of crying with joy is still vivid, Zhu Ziguo was also a hot-blooded young man at that time, and he also had full of enthusiasm and lofty ideals.

In the year of graduation, he had an opportunity to stay in the capital and work in a large institution (college graduates could still be assigned jobs in that era), but let others take it, Zhu Ziguo was like being poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, which finally made him completely sober, and he also felt that the reality was so cruel, what ideals and what isms, all of them were nonsense.

In the end, he was assigned to the Hongqi Factory, and in the face of the cold iron, meager income, and the high debts of his family, his heart became more and more unbalanced, why could some people eat fragrant and spicy food, but he could only eat boiled noodles in plain water; some people could be high up and commanding, while he only kept his voice down and looked at people's eyes, this society was really unfair! Zhu Ziguo's psychology was distorted from then on.

He did not give up all opportunities to climb up, and did not care what means he used, and finally came to such a strange theory: he thought that if he wanted to climb fast, he must have a stepping stone, and this so-called stepping stone was someone else, and it was only possible to climb higher by stepping on others under his feet.

Fighting with people is endlessly fun. So Zhu Ziguo fell into it and couldn't extricate himself, this is his second hobby, if it weren't for the third hobby, maybe he would have been the leader of the factory by now.

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