northernbook Chapter 442 Transfer Order
Chapter 442 Transfer Order
Chapter 442 Transfer Order
Inside the canteen of the steel mill, seeing everyone in the courtyard carrying their lunch boxes and leaving, no one was interested in teasing them anymore.
There is not much time for lunch break. Let's eat now! After eating, find a place to lie down for a while, because we have to go to work in the afternoon!
Working from nine to five, eight hours a day, is not uncommon in steel mills, but it is a pity that the workers in these workshops cannot enjoy this benefit. The same goes for the senior technicians. The most they can do is to be familiar with the work, have an easier job, and earn a higher salary every month.
"Hey, the braised pork in the cafeteria today is not as delicious as yesterday's. Do you feel it?"
"Hmph, if it doesn't taste good, don't buy it? Look at your mouth full of oil, how can you have the nerve to say that?" A worker who was chewing on cabbage said sourly.
In this era, meat is not as scarce as before. In the canteen of the steel mill, meat vegetables are available every day, and the price has not increased much compared to more than ten years ago. However, in the early 80s, not everyone could afford it.
The worker who was chewing the cabbage with a sour look on his face just now is the one whose family of five depends on his salary alone. On weekdays, he must try to save money in any way he can.
At this time, a worker who had ordered the braised pork finished the last piece of meat in his bowl, touched his mouth and said, "It's indeed not as delicious as yesterday, but do you know why?"
"Why?" With so many people at the dinner table, there was never a shortage of people to support the comedy, and someone immediately agreed.
"Today, the one cooking is Ma Hua, Director He's apprentice. He has been with Master He for more than ten years. Although his cooking is not bad, Director He is still a little behind."
"That's right, Director He's cooking skills are second to none, not to mention in our steel mill, even in the entire city."
"Okay, stop flattering Director He. He is not at the steel mill right now."
"Where did he go?"
"Where else can he go? Director He has stopped accepting banquets from outside since his wife ran away with their children a few years ago. Who else can invite him now, except for the senior executives of our steel mill?"
"He is currently being taken by our newly reappointed Director Yang to take a photo of the leader's horse."
"Alright, alright, why are you talking about this? These things have nothing to do with us. If you have this time, you might as well find a place to take a nap. I still have a few workpieces to finish and I have to rush to finish them in the afternoon."
Let's talk. Several people packed up their empty lunch boxes and walked towards the pool outside the cafeteria. After washing their food, they went to sleep for a while. Everyone has their own life. No matter whether it's He Yuzhu or Yang Changzi, what does it have to do with their own life?
When I was in trouble, they never gave me a penny to support me.
He Yuzhu was indeed cooking for the boss at his home. At this moment, he was in the kitchen, eating the leftovers with his bowl and chopsticks.
A bowl of rice, paired with a bowl of hodgepodge, which included braised pork, spicy chicken, and everything else. Whenever He Yuzhu liked a dish on the table, he would put some in this big bowl and leave some for himself.
Cooks are not allowed to sit at the table. This is a rule that has existed since ancient times. In the past, it was because the status of cooks was low, but now, to use Xu Damao's words that often mocked Sha Zhu - it is just a job to serve people.
There are so many people who can cook, but how many of them have the capital to open a small shop for themselves? However, even if they open a shop, who can guarantee that their business will be good every day?
Most of them don’t work for others.
The main dish of the day, boiled pork slices, has been served, and everyone is probably enjoying it. It's so nice to eat food that you don't have to cook yourself. You can cook while you eat, ensuring that every dish is delicious.
Unlike the hodgepodge that Sha Zhu is eating now, although it is not very cold, the taste is definitely incomparable to when it is just out of the pot.
At the dinner table of the big leader's house, Director Yang, who had just toasted with a glass of wine, asked tentatively: "Liu Ping'an from the Cultural Center is unwilling to come to the steel mill to be the secretary, so do you have any other candidates?"
As soon as Director Yang said this, everyone present put down their chopsticks, looked at the man surnamed Yang with puzzled eyes, and warned themselves in their hearts to stay away from this guy in the future.
No wonder he couldn't beat Li Huaide before, he deserved to be sent to sweep the streets, the big boss was appeased by Liu Pingan, everyone knows this, but knowing is knowing, who dares to mention this? You are really amazing - you bring up things that are not related to the topic.
Seeing that the atmosphere at the table was a bit awkward, the big leader picked up the glass, took a sip, and then smiled and said, "It's normal for capable people to have a bit of temper, isn't it?"
"I have chosen him as the candidate for the secretary of the steel mill. Tomorrow I will go to the Ministry and file a report to the Cultural Bureau to have his file transferred directly to the steel mill. I don't believe he can do anything this time."
"That's right, that's right. However, no matter how capable a person is, he still needs to meet a leader like you who has a broad mind, right?"
"Yes! Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to do anything."
Those who achieve great things must have a broad mind and endure what ordinary people cannot endure. It is said that the Ninja Turtles can endure. However, in the eyes of the old officials, these are not worth mentioning. Compared with themselves, none of them can endure.
At this time, Director Yang said inappropriately: "Old leader, Liu Ping'an is from Li Huaide's faction, how can he be willing to work for us?"
"Haha, Xiao Yang! You, you have a low political awareness, that's why I sent you to a public institution like the steel mill."
"I took a closer look at Liu Ping'an's file the night I came back from the Cultural Center."
"Ever since Li Huaide kicked Liu Ping'an out of the gas station in the eastern suburbs, the two of them are no longer on the same boat. Otherwise, Liu Ping'an wouldn't have gone to the half-dead gas tank factory in the western suburbs, and in the end he almost took over all the business of Li Huaide's gas station."
"If it weren't for the mediation from above, Li Huaide's gas station in the eastern suburbs would have been closed down by now. From that time on, the two of them were no longer on the same page."
After hearing this, Director Yang finally understood everything. He picked up the teacup, filled a glass of wine for the leader, and poured himself another glass of wine. He said, "No more words, it's all in this wine, please feel free to drink it. I'll drink it."
In fact, the reason why the leader was so tolerant of Director Yang was because this guy used to be his subordinate. He was good at fighting, but unfortunately, he didn't have much education and his political awareness was not very high.
Therefore, he never cares if this kid says something inappropriate.