Time flies. After ten days of hard work, the assessment of the steel rolling mill workshop workers has been completed.
Next up are the assessments for logistics personnel, electricians, drivers, maintenance workers, and other specialized jobs.
In this workshop assessment, not a single level 8 worker was produced; only a dozen or so level 7 workers were produced, causing the steel rolling mill's management to lose face.
This outcome made Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill a laughing stock among its sister companies, with some mischievous leaders even jokingly saying that the steel rolling mill's workers had eaten too much turtle.
The steel mill's Party Secretary Zhou was so angry that his toothache flared up. In a fit of rage, he made a bold statement: whoever could pass the Level 8 worker exam would be rewarded with a job at the steel mill.
Secretary Zhou's bold statement shocked the factory workers. It was a job opening, and everyone wanted it. Even if they couldn't use it, they could sell it privately for at least 500 yuan.
So, some curious workers started taking stock of who in the remaining departments was capable of passing the Level 8 worker exam.
Soon, Sichuan cuisine master Liu Dachuan came into everyone's sights, but he was quickly rejected because national regulations stipulate that factory chefs cannot exceed level 6.
Then, Sun Dajiang, a senior electrician, was finally remembered and included in the candidate list.
Some gamblers even secretly opened betting odds on whether Sun Dajiang would pass the exam, attracting a constant stream of participants, with bets reportedly approaching four figures.
Sun Dajiang was unaware that he had become famous, and even more famous, and had become someone else's bet. Even if he did know, he wouldn't care; he was currently at home studying.
Today is the weekend, and tomorrow is the electrician's exam, so Sun Dajiang is still studying.
Lin Wencui knew her husband had an exam tomorrow, so she didn't bother him. She even sent the two children to play. As for Sun Zhengguo, he went out early in the morning, and no one knew what he was doing.
Around noon, Sun Zhengguo returned from outside, carrying an old turtle in his hand, and his trousers were covered in mud, making it clear that he had been in the river.
As soon as Sun Zhengguo arrived at the gate, he ran into a few old men chatting. Yan Bugui's eyes lit up when he saw what Sun Zhengguo was carrying, and he came up to greet him.
"Zhengguo, where did you get this turtle?"
"Hey! Uncle San, this was dug out of the mud by the river."
When Sun Zhengguo saw that the third uncle was asking, he made up a lie.
"You can find this by the river? Which river did you dig it up from?"
Yan Bugui said, "I've read a lot of books, you can't fool me."
Seeing that Yan Bugui was still pressing for details, Sun Zhengguo got annoyed, pointed to the opposite side, and said.
“Follow that road for 3 miles, then turn a corner. There’s a small ditch on the side. Find it yourself.”
Hearing Sun Zhengguo's unfriendly tone, Yan Bugui quickly smiled apologetically and said...
“That’s not what I meant. What I meant was that this thing is hard to clean up, and I’m afraid you wouldn’t know how to handle it. Luckily, your third aunt is home, so why don’t you ask her to help you clean it up?”
Yan Bugui had gone on and on about this, but this was his real purpose. However, Sun Zhengguo didn't tolerate him and said it directly in a bad mood.
“My mom is home, she’ll find it, so I don’t need anyone else to help me.”
After Sun Zhengguo finished speaking, he was about to leave when his second uncle spoke up.
“Zhengguo! I haven’t been eating this much lately. Seriously, listen to your second uncle, you can’t go wrong.”
Sun Zhengguo was puzzled by Liu Haizhong's words, but Liu Haizhong's attitude today was acceptable. Did he have some other purpose?
Liu Haizhong didn't seem to have any ulterior motive; his good attitude was simply because he was in a good mood.
A few days ago, Liu Haizhong passed the assessment and became a Level 7 worker, but his salary was 3 yuan higher than Yi Zhonghai's. Liu Haizhong felt very proud to have a higher salary than Yi Zhonghai, which is why he has been in a good mood these past few days.
As for the saying "eat less turtle," that's because a leader from another factory once made fun of the steel mill workers for eating too much turtle.
Sun Zhengguo didn't know these things, but given Liu Haizhong's attitude, Sun Zhengguo couldn't keep a straight face, so he said...
"Okay, I understand, Uncle. Thank you for reminding me."
The second uncle was quite satisfied with Sun Zhengguo's words, nodding with a smile, almost saying, "This child is teachable."
Sun Zhengguo didn't chat with the old men. He picked up the turtle and went home. Yan Bugui's eyes never left Sun Zhengguo's hand the whole time.
When Lin Wencui saw her son return, carrying an old turtle, she didn't say anything. Anyway, her son often brought things back, and she was used to it.
A little while later, Mom called us to eat.
The family had a simple meal and then went about their own business.
In the afternoon, Sun Zhengguo went out again and came back with another chicken in his hand. When he reached the door, he had already walked away before Yan Bugui could even speak.
Back home, Sun Zhengguo, along with his younger brother and sister, began preparing the turtle and chicken. Once they were done, they heated oil in a wok and added spices. Slowly, the aroma wafted up, growing stronger and more fragrant.
As evening fell, groans and complaints filled the courtyard. The aroma of the food made it impossible to eat. But the Sun family didn't care. They were used to it and were enjoying their meal.
After dinner, Sun Zhengguo remembered what Liu Haizhong had said during the day, so he asked Sun Dajiang about it.
"Dad, today my second uncle saw that I brought back a turtle, and he told me to eat less of it."
"Hahaha……."
Sun Dajiang and Lin Wencui burst into laughter after hearing their son's words.
"No, this is hilarious, hahaha..."
Lin Wencui thought about it and was still smiling.
"Wait, what are you doing???"
Sun Zhengguo expressed his incomprehension, asking, "Is eating a turtle really that funny?"
"It's all because of the steel rolling mill's performance evaluation."
"No, what does this have to do with the steel rolling mill's performance evaluation?"
Sun Zhengguo asked, puzzled.
"How can it not be a problem? There are no level 8 workers in the steel rolling mill this time. Some people are making fun of us steel rolling mill workers, saying that we've eaten too much turtle."
Sun Dajiang explained.
Sun Zhengguo scratched his head, indicating that he still didn't understand.
“Oh dear, silly son, how come you don’t understand? The homonym for ‘wangba’ is ‘wangba’, which means to forget about an 8th-grade worker.”
Lin Wencui added from the side.
This time, Sun Zhengguo understood. No wonder Liu Haizhong advised him to eat less; it turned out that this was the origin of the joke. At the time, he thought Liu Haizhong had some ulterior motive.
Having learned the truth, Sun Zhengguo wanted to leave, not wanting to disturb his father's studies.
Sun Dajiang said he wouldn't study anymore tonight, as he already knew what he needed to learn. He couldn't possibly go to work with panda eyes like the people in the courtyard houses.
After playing for a while, Sun Dajiang went to sleep, hoping to get enough rest for tomorrow's assessment.
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