Wang Shiyi's worries are not unreasonable!

In March, after hard work, he was lucky to keep the championship advantage, and on the first day of April, he lost, and he lost completely, not to mention the championship, even the third place has no play!

He has once again become a spectator of the piecework wage ranking in the grinding workshop of Maite Hardware Factory!

Jiang Lang is finished!

Unless you can invent a robot to challenge Shen Bin instead of yourself!, you can only look up at the starry sky!

How many years later, when he reflected on this experience, he concluded, at that time, I made improvements in the grinding method, made a grinding table, made improvements on the equipment, did daily maintenance, and improved the man-machine material method mentioned in lean production, people and I have no way to improve myself, the material is the specified material, and there is no way to improve, the improvement of the environment is of little significance for a piecework, I used all the improvements I could think of, I fought Shen Bin, and finally lost to him, because the human factor is the most important, I can't shake him。

Thankfully, in March, Wang Shiyi still kept the fruits of victory!

The quarterly commendation meeting of Maite Hardware Factory was held on the third Monday of April.

The March wages were received last Friday night, and people were still in a state of joy.

For so many years, the quarterly staff meeting of Maite Hardware Factory was set on the next Monday of the payday, and Lei couldn't move.

That morning, the sun slipped to the top of Yangtai Mountain again and danced, casting her freshly baked selfless light on the whitewashed walls of the factory administration building, which made the administration building more dazzling and radiant with a strange look.

Taking advantage of the shutdown of the factory, the dirty air was temporarily cleaned by the breeze, and the birds, who were not too particular, began to fly over, perched on the few lychee trees in the Maite Hardware Factory, and happily sang about their life and love.

At this time, the majestic "Athlete's March" sounded in the sky above the Maite Hardware Factory, and the open space in front of the administrative building was immediately energetic with such an impassioned melody.

Those who eat breakfast in the canteen, at first they were leisurely drinking rice porridge, as soon as they heard the sound of the march, they drank porridge in a big gulp, there was no secret at all, Wang Shiyi no longer got up early and secretly did the daily maintenance of the grinder, and there was a sound of drinking porridge around him, and from time to time someone stood up and left the canteen.

The porridge in the bowl was still very hot, it was steaming, Wang Shiyi kept blowing on the pure white porridge with his mouth, watching that the person was almost gone, he was not in the mood to drink the bowl of porridge, about half of it, he got up and left, walking on the road, he could clearly feel the peristalsis of the stomach and intestines in his stomach, yes, he was hungry for a night, and the stomach was full of excitement and gratitude for every mouthful of porridge.

In front of the administration building, employees of various departments have lined up to the melody of the athletes' march, and are waiting for the convening of the staff meeting.

When Wang Shiyi walked into the queue, the bell for work had already sounded, according to the previous conference procedures, the factory director should hold the manuscript paper in his hand at this time, stand in front of the administrative department building, and greet everyone cordially, thank you for your hard work in this quarter.

"Let's wait patiently, today is Monday, the factory director rushed from Futian's home, there was a little traffic jam on the road, we have just contacted him by phone, he will be there soon, please wait patiently, thank you!" came the hoarse and magnetic voice of the personnel manager in the microphone, he is a fan of Adu and Yang Kun, and often imitates their voices to be fake, so that later they speak into Adu's voice, and this time it is the same.

The factory director did not come, everyone began to chat in waiting, so-and-so was scolded by the workshop supervisor yesterday, so-and-so went home and quarreled with his wife, and so on, after a while, there was a frog sound below.

In the midst of this noise, the tall Wang Shiyi saw a white sedan from a distance, and slowly drove to the gate of the factory, only to see the security guards quickly open the remote sliding door of the factory, stand in place, and salute one after another.

The sedan slowly drove into the factory gate, in the window glass, and at this time stretched out a hand and waved it outward, which should be a courtesy salute to the saluting security guards, which fully showed that the man in the car had all the noble qualities of a gentleman.

It's the factory director!

The factory director is here by car!

After a while, the half-silver-haired factory director finally took the manuscript paper and stood in front of the building of the administration department.

"Colleagues, everyone be quiet, everyone be quiet, I announce that the first quarter staff meeting of Maite Hardware Factory will be held immediately!" The personnel manager saw that the factory director was ready, and shouted through the microphone, his hoarse voice could not shout the overwhelming momentum at all, no matter how he listened, he felt that he was humming Adu's love song in pain.

He paused, moistened his throat with saliva and shouted: "Now, please use the warmest applause to invite our dearest factory director, Mr. Scott, to speak!"

Wang Shiyi went to high school, and although his English grades were not very good, Scott was the name of the ghost guy, and he knew it very well.

How did it come up with an Asian face?

The director of the factory was about to speak, and there was thunderous applause immediately, especially the group of old men in the grinding workshop, who touched the hands of the grinding machine every day, which was particularly powerful, and the applause that was slapped out was extraordinarily loud, and the birds on a few lychee trees were so shocked that their wings fluttered and flapped and flew away.

Mr. Scott brushed a strand of silver hair in the sun with his hand and shouted, "Good morning, all the employees of the Maite Hardware Factory!"

Why do you speak Mandarin? Isn't it a ghost? A fake foreign devil! It must be a fake foreign devil!

The director of the factory is the director of the factory, a lot of age, shouting, full of vitality, the words sound powerful, like bullets, to hit you, perhaps because for a long time, he never gave up insisting on shouting once a quarter, this regular shouting gave him enough exercise in his vocal cords.

"The sun is so big today, I'm standing here, the sun is hitting my face, I see that you are not wearing staff clothes, but like you are wearing colorful holiday costumes, because my eyes are dazzled by the sun, I am embarrassed to let everyone stand under such a big sun for a long time. The opening remarks of the factory director were a little interesting, giving full play to his ability to be humorous and funny, this ability showed his control and control of the situation, his words really swept away the dull and boring just now, and some of the laughter threshold in the crowd was low, and he couldn't help but laugh at this time.

If in normal times, everyone laughs, the factory director will be unhappy, today, he is very happy, those laughter are echoed by him, he feels extremely honored!

All the atmosphere was mobilized, and the dear factory director began to shake his head and read the manuscripts prepared by the personnel department, but when he read the manuscripts, some employees borrowed the cover of the employees in front of them and began to send mobile phone text messages to chat or play the snake game.

Frankly speaking, the quality of the factory's operating data has nothing to do with the vital interests of the employees, who are just taking their basic salary and overtime pay without surprise, listening to those boring operating data under the hot sun, like listening to a lullaby.

"Damn, the sun is so big, let a group of people bask in the sun here!"

"If you have a fart, hurry up and put it, grind something!"

"The hardware factory has no head, change the factory next month!"

"Grit your teeth and persist for two more months, and go home to farm!"

Under the sun, Wang Shiyi's ears were always faintly dating, and there were bursts of employee complaints.

While no one was listening attentively to the non-existent statistics on plant operations, that did not prevent Mr. Scott from giving an impassioned speech, and the feeling of standing high above the crowd as he spewed out as he spoke, glistening in the sun, was a wonderful feeling for a man over fifty years of age who was anxious to find a professional presence.