Although the news is good.
But they still wanted to know who came in first place.
"Okay then!"
Wang Shouren picked up the note again, and Xu Weiwei also became nervous.
"Great! The cafeteria has prepared a big meal tonight, everyone eat as much as you like."
Everyone: ...
Looking down at the people below, their eyes were getting redder and redder.
Wang Shouren thought to himself, if this continued, he'd probably be beheaded. He quickly glanced at the slip of paper in his hand: "Number 8, a good number! Number 8, who is it? Stand up and let everyone see!"
Song Qiao was completely stunned.
She turned her head and looked at Feng Xian beside her.
Feng Xian also looked at her.
She pointed incredulously at herself: "Me?"
Feng swallowed hard and nodded.
"Number eight? Is there no one at number eight? Does that mean no one wants it? Does that mean it can't be given away?" Wang Shouren joked on stage.
Now Song Qiao panicked and quickly raised her hand: "Me! Me!"
All eyes were on her.
In that instant, she felt her body become three times lighter.
"Oh, a woman, you all don't know her yet, do you? She's one of only two master's degree holders in our factory, Ms. Song Qiao. Let me introduce her to you. Don't try to smother her. Our factory still relies on her and her husband to solve the problem of motorcycles." Wang Shouren joked cheerfully, then placed the keys in her hand: "Congratulations, Comrade Song Qiao."
"Thank you, thank you, factory director!" Song Qiao said excitedly.
Xu Weiwei looked at Wang Shouren with a complicated expression.
This man, you might say he's clueless about romance, but he's also incredibly perceptive. He didn't say any of those things during the award ceremony. Only to Song Qiao did he say so much. It was simply to tell everyone below to behave themselves; she's a treasure of our factory. Otherwise, in this day and age, receiving such a large award, I wonder if anyone would be jealous.
If we're talking about pre-arranged appointments, then Wang Shouren was indeed pre-arranged.
Aside from radios and bicycles, motorcycles were a pre-arranged choice.
With the current wages of the factory workers, the radios and bicycles could be sold off with consolation prizes. After all, they would only need to buy them themselves in a few months. Since the motorcycles couldn't be sold off, he gave them to Song Qiao and the others; he knew their situation. Everything was within his calculations.
"Alright, that concludes today's annual meeting. Everyone, go eat or go home. Next year, let's expand the factory even further, okay?"
After Wang Shouren's introduction, everyone realized what was happening and responded with tears in their eyes, "Great!"
"Old Yi, you're a smart kid."
An elderly couple, along with a group of people rehired by Wang Shouren, also arrived. They were part of the technical department, under Shen Yuanliang's command. They didn't work on the production line themselves; they mostly stayed in workshop two, guiding those who were willing to improve, and checking if there was anything that needed help on the production line. These people were all older and didn't seem to care much about rewards.
With their previous salaries, they had everything they could want.
They were initially worried that Wang Shouren wouldn't be able to control the situation, but now it seems there was no need to worry at all.
"Of course," the old man said proudly, raising his head.
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this pathetic state..."
"Hey, you old man..."
Tonight, the group of them also prepared a table full of delicious food at the factory.
This is no different from a steel rolling mill; even the higher-ups have things to talk about.
There weren't many people seated, but they were mostly elites.
Wang Shouren, Xu Weiwei, Kui Datou, Shen Yuanliang, Song Qiao, and a series of other factory managers sat down at a table. Wang Shouren didn't invite the old man and the others; they were too old and could just finish eating and go home.
The evening banquet didn't involve much discussion; it mainly focused on thanking everyone for their hard work over the years. Work-related matters weren't mentioned; it was simply about eating and drinking well. Since joining the motorcycle factory, Shen Yuanliang's complexion had improved considerably. The factory really needed him; many things within the factory required integration. As Wang Shouren would say, a person can't be idle; if they are, trouble will follow.
This perfectly describes the old man and Shen Yuanliang. When they have something to do, they become energetic and spirited.
The dinner ended amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.
When Zuo Yan, his mother, and Xiuli returned home, their faces were still somewhat rosy.
This time, Zuo Yan rode home more slowly and with more effort, since his wife was carrying a radio in her arms. She was holding it tightly, as if afraid it would fall off. Zuo Yan didn't dare to ride too fast either. The whole family, though careful, were incredibly happy. When they got home, the neighbors were astonished to see Zuo Yan carrying a radio.
"Hey, Big Brother Zuo, where did you get such a treasure?"
These days, if something new is added to the courtyard, almost everyone in the courtyard knows about it the night before.
They don't have radios in their yard.
"Hey, I'm lucky, it was given to me in a factory lottery."
"There's a lucky draw too?"
"What lottery?!"
At this hour, when everyone was still awake, they all came out immediately when they heard Zuo Yan return carrying a radio.
"It's in the factory..." Zuo Yan explained, while his mother smiled but didn't say anything. It was time for her to show off a little; it wasn't that she hadn't thought of keeping a low profile. But the problem was, this thing couldn't be kept low-key—it was too big, and it made a sound. So, she decided to show it off openly.
Amidst the envious and jealous expressions of his neighbors, Zuo Yan returned home like a victorious general.
Liu Guangtian was carefully escorting his wife home. Ye Zhao had been happily eating chicken legs when she suddenly vomited. This terrified Liu Guangtian. Fortunately, the factory doctor was sitting next to them. The motorcycle factory didn't originally have a factory doctor; later, Wang Shouren had recruited a retired traditional Chinese medicine doctor to fill the position and even set aside a room as a pharmacy.
The old Chinese medicine doctor felt Ye Zhao's pulse, nodded, and said, "She's pregnant." Then he continued eating.
The old Chinese medicine doctor was calm and composed.
But this news greatly surprised the couple.
"I'm...I'm pregnant." Ye Zhao was a little incredulous.
"In my forty-five years of medical practice, I have never misdiagnosed a pregnancy." The old Chinese medicine doctor looked up and said casually, "You two have been having too much sex lately, so be careful. Have this young man come to the pharmacy later."
"Doctor, is something wrong with my wife?" Liu Guangtian immediately became nervous.
"No, she's fine. You're a little weak and need to replenish your energy."
Liu Guangtian: ...
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