Yi Zhonghai put the little horse tie away, sat down on the edge of the kang, and sighed heavily:

He naturally understands what his daughter-in-law said.

However, if you want to protect the people under you, you have to resign the deputy director.

If you want to continue to be the deputy director, you have to give up the people under you.

He has been an eighth-level worker in the factory for so many years, and he has been pressed by Director Bai to be promoted to deputy director.

It was so easy, he took the opportunity provided by Xu Qiang to become the deputy director, and it was still organized, so he naturally didn't want to give up.

There are so many workshops in the factory, so many workers in the workshop, and there are more workers with similar qualifications to him.

Who wouldn't want to be a deputy director?

However, without a thousand dollars, don't even think about it!

But in order to be the deputy director, let him give up these people under him, and he didn't want to do it.

Others don't know what his situation is, but he knows it well in his own heart.

Although he taught many apprentices, these apprentices were just a face-to-face in the workshop for him.

Those who are out of date and celebrate the holidays don't go to the door of his master to send a footprint.

This is to become the deputy director, they became enthusiastic again, and stood on the same line with themselves clearly.

When he became the deputy director, he was able to wrestle with Director Bai secretly, naturally because there were such a group of obedient apprentices under him.

If all these apprentices are given up for the sake of the deputy director, then he, the deputy director, will become an empty shelf.

When the time comes, Director Bai will pinch him, isn't that similar to pinching fish on a chopping board?

Aunt Yi naturally understood the concerns of the old man, and while she was busy with the work in her hands, she turned her head and glanced at her old man:

"If you want me to say, the deputy director is down this time, and it will be difficult to be promoted in the future."

"As for those apprentices, there are so many workers in the workshop, it is not impossible for you to accept a few more apprentices."

"Zuo didn't teach them any more things. If you look at the wholehearted teaching in the backyard, you don't see a seventh-level worker taught. ”

Yi Zhonghai frowned and carefully considered his daughter-in-law's words, and finally nodded quite approvingly.

The workers in the workshop, as long as they are willing to work hard and work hard, have a master to teach them wholeheartedly, and it is only a matter of time before they are promoted from the first level to the fifth level. ”

However, from the fifth level to the sixth level worker, or beyond, it depends on God's meaning.

Some workers are about to retire after working for most of their lives, and they are still a fifth-level worker, why?

You say he has no experience and doesn't work hard?

That can't be!

However, every time I participate in the sixth-level work assessment, I just can't go up.

To put it bluntly, it's just that I didn't open this trick in my life.

In today's terms, I just don't have that talent!

I've worked hard to the end, and the next thing is to fight for talent.

"Cheng, then I'll go to the security department tomorrow to talk about the matter, and wait for the limelight to start accepting apprentices."

Uncle Yi sighed heavily.

These things are easy to say, but if he really wants to do them, he can think of what the workers in the workshop think of him.

However, in order to keep the deputy director, he had to do this.

Liu Guangfu saw Yi Zhonghai enter the house, and he didn't stay in the middle courtyard for long, and quickly went back to the front yard.

He just wanted to be angry with Yi Zhonghai and let this old guy see that the men of their old Liu family had not died yet.

Although his father retired from the rolling mill, he Liu Guangfu is not easy to bully.

As for the third child, he went to the Chinese medicine hospital last week, and now he not only cleans, but also learns some nursing skills from Mr. Ouyang.

Although he doesn't earn as much money as a regular worker in a rolling mill, he at least has a decent job and can earn more than ten yuan a month.

Others think that their brothers are separated from each other, and there is no adult to help them, and life is difficult.

However, whether it is him or the third child, they all feel that they are living a good life now.

Not to mention anything else, at least he doesn't have to be beaten and scolded by his father every day, and he can't hold his head up in the yard.

He went home, went into the house, cleaned up briefly, and then sat on the kang and took out the little book that the master had given him to read.

This book is full of some experiences that his master specially summed up for him, and Liu Guangfu read it very carefully.

There were some words I didn't know, something I didn't understand, so I went the next day and asked the master with a notebook.

"Guangfu, Guangfu ......"

Just after turning two pages, his father's voice sounded outside the room.

Liu Guangfu immediately frowned: What did his father come to him for?

Still, he got up and opened the door and let his dad into the house.

Bangs entered the room and looked around, feeling a little complicated.

Ever since his son had repaired the house in the front yard separately, he hadn't looked closely.

Every time I come, I say what I should say, turn around and leave.

Now when I look closely, I find that there is a lot of furniture in my son's house, and at the beginning, I could only see a bare kang.

Looking at it now, there is an extra cabinet in the room, as well as a table of eight immortals, two chairs, and a low cabinet.

Although they are all old, they are all well maintained, and some are better than those in his backyard.

"Hoo ......"

Bangs let out a long breath, and a strange feeling couldn't help but appear in my heart.

This feeling is very complicated, even if he has a high or elementary level, he can't express it in words for a while.

If you really want to say one sentence, you can only barely say one:

Son wings!

always thought that his son was still young, even if he was going to split up, he would definitely not be able to live after the separation.

Zhuang family, without the help of the elders in the family, let alone other things, even two meals a day is difficult.

Should I say it or not, the rags are worth a lot.

What pots and pans, porcelain crockpots, and everything inside and outside the home want to be complete, it will cost a lot of money.

However, in the second house, the preparations are almost the same.

Liu Haizhong thought about it carefully, and it was only a little more than a year since the separation.

Liu Guangfu looked at his old man and looked at his room back and forth, and asked with some doubts:

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh? Oh......"

Bangs came back to his senses: "There's something I want to ask you." ”

Liu Guangfu put away his small notebook, took two bowls, poured two bowls of water with a thermos, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

Liu Haizhong took a sip of water from the bowl, and subconsciously frowned:

"There are still two enamel jars at home, and when Ming'er comes back to get one, it's not the same thing to always take a bowl to drink water."

"Oh."

Liu Guangfu answered, and he didn't want to speak.

"Hey, I said what is the matter between you and Lao Yi, I heard that Lao Yi was reported in the factory, and the report letter was written by you?"

Liu Guangfu looked at his son, and his eyebrows were a little more annoyed.

"I wrote it, what's wrong?"

Liu Guangfu naturally noticed the look between his eyebrows, resisted the urge to drive people out, and opened his mouth to respond.

It's just that the tone is not very good!

The bangs immediately exploded: "Second child, what kind of attitude do I say, do you talk to your old man like this?" ”

The green tendons on Liu Guangfu's forehead jumped twice like jumping beans, picked up the bowl and took a sip of water and asked:

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Bangs patted his head, glared at his son, and complained:

"Look, I'm all mad at you."

"I want to ask you about writing a report letter, how long have you been in the factory, what are you messing with him about?"

"Lao Yi is an eighth-level worker in the factory, you Lao Tzu and I have been fighting with him openly and secretly for so many years, and I haven't been able to do anything to him."

"Tell me about you, the hair hasn't grown yet, so you want to wrestle with him, what do you think about this brain?"