Coming out of the administrative building, Wang Shiyi heard the roar of the machine one after another, and the sound came clearly from the factory building built of color steel plates next to him.

That's the sound of labor!

As soon as I walked into the workshop, a heat wave surged.

Passing through the aisle of the workshop, Mai led him towards the workshop office, and what appeared in front of Wang Shiyi's eyes was a busy scene of labor.

In the stamping workshop, the sound shook the sky, boom, boom, and the sound of the upper and lower molds of the hydraulic press was like the roar of the giant, which was deafening.

The earth beneath his feet also spasmed and trembled in that loud voice.

The grinding workshop, the grinding area, the black smoke is thick, the sparks are flying, the polishing area, the polishing machine is spinning rapidly.

The polished metal plates, suspended from the metal hooks, were sent one by one into the huge metal box for electrostatic powder spraying and painting, and the paint oven that was not completely enclosed was constantly radiating scorching heat to the outside.

Next to the grinding room, there are four die-casting machines, up to 700 degrees Celsius aluminum die-casting machine, are constantly die-casting mold after mold of doorknobs, these doorknobs are filed to deburr, polished by the polishing machine, are packed in plastic frames, sent to the outside of the cooperative factory for plating.

On the ground of the grinding workshop, there are cold-rolled metal steel plates everywhere, some of which have been stacked for a while, the surface is rusted, and the old yellow is like a dead leaf, occupying the pedestrian passage in a messy manner, and being in the middle of it, as if trapped in the gossip maze array.

The metal steel plates in the production workshop, after shearing, stamping, and folding, are placed in a pile, and some products are pressed with a white card, which is the production process card, which records the production status of the product.

Those white process flow cards, under the whirring and whirring of industrial fans, shivered, and after several pieces shook for a while, they danced in the wind and flew away.

Some of the workers sat on small benches, some simply squatted on the ground, waving the grinding machine in their hands, grinding on metal steel plates of different shapes, sizzling, sparks!

Wang Shiyi likes sparks, and the sparks are like heart fires, and they ignite him all at once!

He was a little excited, clenched his fists, and swung it vigorously towards the sky.

Wheat frowned as she walked, covering her nostrils and mouth with her hands so that the smoke from rising would not breathe in, perhaps a little hot inside, and she wiped the sweat from her forehead from time to time.

Yes, the temperature in the grinding workshop was much higher than outside, and Wang Shiyi clearly felt a scorching heat wave coming over him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Although the workshop is a little messy, however, the production is still carried out in a tense and orderly manner, the industrial fans are messily placed, in the first month that is not hot, blowing desperately, and the polishing and grinding workers are sandwiched between the die-casting machine and the oven to work, and the sweat still can't stop flowing down.

Industrial fans don't work here at all!

What comes out of the fan blades is hot air.

No, it's a heat wave!

The production office was in the middle of the workshop, and they walked through the polishing area and through the plastic baskets stacked in the hallway, filled with doorknobs that had been wiped down by the workers.

Through the glass of the office, Wang Shiyi saw the supervisor who interviewed him that day, he was discussing something with a woman in her thirties, and later learned that the woman was the statistical clerk of the workshop and his wife A Ping.

"Director Yang!" said Mai, who suddenly came to life and crept into the office in a pretended manner.

As soon as she saw the supervisors in the production department, she was as innocent as a child, and on weekdays, those supervisors often begged her to recruit workers, bring her snacks, and spoil her like a princess.

"Wheat, it's you!" Director Yang looked up, a smile on his face.

"I'm thankful for the flowers I was waiting for!" In addition to being excited, Director Yang actually sang the classic old song of the god of songs.

In the past few days, the manager of the PMC department has a long horse face every day, urging him to deliver goods like a ghost.

Director Yang also wants OTD (on-time delivery), there is no one, and he has no way, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice!

Today, wheat finally brought reinforcements, and he was so happy! Just now, he lowered his head, worrying about the shipment.

"Wheat, our factory flower, come! This is the 'wife cake' I just bought in the morning, it tastes good, you are a foodie, come and help me identify it!" Director Yang took out a package of cakes the size of silver dollars from the drawer.

Ah Ping, who was typing with her head down, raised her head as soon as she heard the words "wife cake" and gave him a fierce look.

Neurotic, can the wife be shared with other women?

Wheat doesn't care about these, as long as there is food, she will not refuse, who calls her an out-and-out foodie?

"It's delicious!Director Yang, you can bring more tomorrow morning!" Wheat cried as he ate it.

"The hungry cat, as if it had been hungry for several years, had just been released from a cell. Ah Ping glared at Wheat's back fiercely, and scolded secretly in her heart.

"No problem, beauty!" Director Yang raised his head and said with a smile.

Ah Ping glanced at the man fiercely, in the factory, the old lady is your subordinate, this shame, I will bear with you first, go back and have you good-looking, don't let you kneel durian, I will have your surname Yang.

"Director Yang, this is the super handsome guy you want, I brought you here!" After Mai finished eating his wife's cake, her voice became even sweeter, and after she finished speaking, she made a gesture of invitation to Wang Shiyi.

Over the years, she has recruited general workers, and she has never used an invitation, and Wang Shiyi is the first time in the world.

"It's just right, we are short of people now, there are too many orders in the factory, if you don't recruit people for me, I will be chased by customers, no one, we are in a hurry except for overtime!" Director Yang put down the production report in his hand and complained with a frown.

"Good morning, Director Yang. Wang Shiyi took a step forward and took the initiative to say hello to the supervisor.

Although they met once during the interview, at that time, Director Yang was not his boss, and this was the first time he met with the leader in the real sense.

You must pay attention to politeness, and in the future, you must mix under him, and you must treat him with a little respect.

After the greeting, a question popped into his mind. What does an official look like?

He had read some extracurricular books before, and the descriptions on them were all fat and big-eared.

Director Yang is not, thin and tall, how is it different from what is described in the book? During the interview, he was a little nervous and didn't think about it so much, but now when he looks closely, he always feels that something is wrong.

It turns out that the leaders also have thin ones!

The thin Director Yang stood up with a bright face, walked to Wang Shiyi's side, nodded, and said, "You're here! Welcome!"

"Thank you!" Wang Shiyi also nodded.

Seeing that the task was completed, Mai said: "Director Yang, your people are already in place, guard it well, don't run, if you run again, I won't recruit you, I'll go back to the office first." After saying that, he turned around and twisted his ass and left.

"Okay, thank you, Wheat, I'll treat you to a big dinner another day. Director Yang shouted at her back.

Through the transparent glass wall of the workshop supervisor's office, Wang Shiyi saw that there were many middle-aged men in the workshop, all of whom cast extremely fiery eyes towards Wheat's round buttocks, and that fiery gaze seemed to burn Wheat's clothes, revealing a piece of her fine skin and tender flesh.

Wang Shiyi stood in the workshop office, at a loss, his eyes sweeping around.

Leaderboard!

A red list is posted on the wall, with the names of the top three pieces in the New Year.

First place, Shen Bin, 5,000 yuan!

Oh my God, 5,000 yuan, it's too spicy, and Wang Shiyi's eyes are as big as copper bells.

Why didn't Ergen make the list?

It's so exciting!

This leaderboard is so exciting!

Come in and go to work, Wang Shiyi, you must be on the list!

Wang Shiyi was thinking about it, and at this time, the statistical clerk A Ping walked out of the office with a fat body, and shouted at the workshop: "Ergen, Ergen, come to the office, the supervisor has something to do with you." ”

As soon as Ah Ping's words fell, through the glass window, Wang Shiyi saw the tower-like man Ergen, and saw him calmly walking towards the office.

At this time, what is he going to do in the office?