Chapter 45 Director Li
As soon as Li Qingge drove his tractor into the gate of the meat processing factory, he saw Director Xie standing at the door with a smile on his face.
She parked the tractor and walked over: "Director, are you looking for me?"
Director Xie was born with a sour face and looked serious and difficult to approach. He was afraid of scaring the girl, so he couldn't help but lower his voice by eight degrees.
"Yes, Li Zhiqing, did you make the crispy sausages? I want to talk to you about something."
Li Qingge followed the factory director in a daze, and the two of them walked towards the factory director's office one after the other.
She couldn't help but feel suspicious. People in the factory also said that the factory director had a bad temper. In her opinion, those were all rumors. The factory director was so approachable. Rumors would stop at the wise.
Li Qingge was extremely active inside. Director Xie, who was walking in front of him, didn't know that Li Zhiqing regarded him as an amiable elder.
"Hey, what's going on? You were walking properly and you bumped into me."
The young men were so fascinated by Li Qingge that they almost bumped into the wall while walking.
In the distance, a fat man with big ears stared at Li Qingge with squinting eyes without blinking.
Only when he lost sight of the beauty did he grab the collar of the person next to him and asked anxiously, "Who was that woman just now?"
When the worker being questioned saw that the man was Director Hao's son, he did not dare to offend him and told him everything he knew and didn't know.
"That's Li Qingge, a tractor driver from the factory, who was an educated youth in Zhuzuiling."
Hao Fan couldn't help licking his lips. Li Qingge, huh? This woman was barely worthy of him.
"sit."
Director Xie poured Li Qingge a cup of tea.
"Li Zhiqing, I called you here because I want to talk to you about the crispy sausages."
Li Qingge was slightly stunned. Yes, how could she forget that there was no such thing as crispy sausage at the moment?
"As you know, we have all the casings and meats needed to make sausages in our meat processing plant. I want to buy your recipe. How about 2,000 yuan for it?"
Li Qingge lowered his head in thought. 2,000 yuan was a huge sum of money in that era, and Director Xie gave a fair price.
She raised her head and said calmly, "Director Xie, I want to share the profits. If you don't agree, just ignore what I said."
Director Xie was a decisive person. He hesitated for a moment and then immediately made the decision: "Okay, I can give you 10% of the dividends every year, and I can also give you a position in the factory and give you a salary of 100 yuan per month."
Li Qingge looked at Director Xie with admiration. He was a man of courage and vision. With the crispy sausages, the meat processing factory would not be too bad in the future.
The two signed the agreement immediately, and every item on it was written clearly, including the year-end dividends and Li Qingge's monthly salary.
Director Xie was very straightforward. He took out 1,200 yuan and handed it to Li Qingge: "Xiao Li, this is your annual salary. I'm giving it to you in advance."
Li Qingge: So you call Xiao Li? Director Xie is really a smooth climber. She just thought he was honest and simple.
It's her fault for taking it for granted. Anyone who can sit in this position must have some valuable knowledge.
Director Xie was a man of action. The meat processing plant had everything, so he had someone clean up a separate factory building and placed ten meat grinders in it. He also transferred 20 workers from other workshops.
In the afternoon, Li Qingge and the factory director appeared before them and they made the first batch of test products.
"Director, please try it."
Director Xie took it and tasted it eagerly: "It smells good, this is the taste."
He was so excited that he imagined the other factory managers looking at him with envy and hatred at the meeting at the end of the year.
Director Xie appointed Li Qingge as the director of the eighth workshop, and all people were at her disposal.
Li Qingge, who had just assumed the position, burst out with all his enthusiasm and came to the eighth workshop early the next morning.
Crispy sausage production begins.
When the first batch of finished products came out, Li Qingge felt mixed emotions. She never expected that she would be able to come to the 1970s and become a workshop director as if in her dream.
The crispy sausages were stacked and neatly placed in the box.
Li Qingge's eyes fell on the face of a female worker.
She stretched out her little finger and was picking her nose, which made Li Qingge feel nauseous.
"You... stand up."
The female worker who was picking her nose was stunned. After thinking about it, she stood up obediently.
"May I have your name?"
"Director Li, my name is Ma Yanhong."
"Ma Yanhong, right? I have just repeatedly stressed that you are not allowed to pick your nose in the production workshop and you must pay attention to hygiene. If you pick your nose anytime and anywhere, and your snot falls into the sausages during production, will you be responsible if something goes wrong?"
"Ma Yanhong's eyes were red, her face full of grievance and dissatisfaction: "Director Li, my nose is itchy, there is nothing wrong with picking my nose, I haven't done anything bad, you are making a fuss about it."
Li Qingge was so angry that she laughed. She raised her hand and pointed at the door: "You can leave now and go back to your previous workplace. The Eighth Workshop can't afford a big Buddha like you."
Ma Yanhong bit her back teeth and broke them. Director Li, who is she? How can a new girl be a director? Maybe she has an affair with the factory director. She looks like a foxy face, she doesn't look like a good person.
She was about to curse when she was interrupted by a voice at the door: "Hey, what are you all doing? Why is it so lively? Did I miss something?"
Seeing a backer appear, Ma Yanhong felt more confident.
She rushed over and grabbed Hao Fan's arm.
"Brother Hao, wuwuwu, someone is bullying me."
Hao Fan pushed her arm away and straightened his body: "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't make a move. I'm a serious person."
Ma Yanhong was so angry that her teeth were itching. Why was he pretending to be so serious? Last night in bed, he was such a good boy, calling her baby and being so affectionate with her, but now he just didn't recognize her after he put on his pants.
Xiaogua's voice sounded in his mind: "Host, this Hao Fan is Director Hao's son. He has worked in the factory for decades and has a lot of power. He is not easy to mess with."
"Hao Fan is not a good guy either. He has been hanging out with several vain women in the factory. Last night he even had sex with this Ma Yanhong."
Li Qingge: "He looks like a pig, but he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve."
Xiaogua was speechless: "Host. Hao Fan is targeting you again, you better be careful."
Li Qingge: "Calling him a pig is an insult to pigs. If he dares to set his sights on me, I will make him know how to write the word regret."
"I don't care, Brother Hao, you have to help me."
Ma Yanhong's breasts kept shaking back and forth in the man's arms, and Hao Fan gave her a reassuring look.
Li Qingge didn't have time to watch them being annoying each other, so she took one in each hand and dragged them to the factory director's office like dead dogs.
The two of them howled like ghosts along the way, attracting a lot of attention.
"Thank you, Director. These two people have seriously delayed production. Also, Ma Yanhong is unhygienic and I fired her from Workshop 8."
Director Xie rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
He had watched Hao Fan grow up, but who knew that he would become more and more crooked, doing nothing and doing good things every day. If it weren't for Director Hao's sake, he would have fired him long ago.
Hao Fan rubbed his arm that was sore from being pulled, sniffed hard with his nose, and looked intoxicated.
"It smells so good. Even the hands of beautiful people smell good."
Director Xie looked at him with an indescribable look, he was truly hopeless.
Ma Yanhong felt sad and disappointed as if she was looking at a heartless man.
“Pah!”
Li Qingge couldn't bear it anymore, so he slapped him twice, and asked with a sneer, "Does it still smell good now?"
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