Everyone had a smile on their face.
Even Xu Damao, who had been ridiculed for months, finally smiled after a long time.
Because everyone knows that going to work today isn't about doing actual work, but about picking up things.
The second floor of the technical department was packed with people today, the most people there.
The office, which I thought was quite spacious, felt a bit crowded. Several people huddled together, some chatting, others playing cards and smoking, all waiting for the factory's notification to pick up the New Year's goods.
And so, everyone is excitedly discussing what kind of New Year's goods they'll receive this year.
Fortunately, the busy Master Zhao had some free time today, so he asked Wang Shouren to go to his office.
Standing next to Master Zhao were his two apprentices, Sun Liancheng and Li Li.
Wang Shouren wondered why they weren't by his side today; it turned out they had run off to Zhao Wuliang and come to him on their own.
"The reason I called you here today is because it's a good thing. You've done a great job, and the factory is very pleased. We've unanimously decided to reward you with something. Think about what you need, and I'll talk to Director Yang about it."
“This… Engineer Zhao, I… this is what we should do. If you want to reward someone, please reward your master,” Sun Liancheng and Li Li waved their hands repeatedly.
They'd never seen anything like this before. Good heavens, a customized reward.
These days, people just accept whatever their superiors give them, and they don't dare to make demands.
“Hey, we’re all tech guys, we have to be practical. Tell me, what’s lacking? As for you, Shouren, you’re getting old…”
"Bicycle ticket." Wang Shouren didn't hesitate at all.
Sun Liancheng: ...
Li Li: ……
Master, you're really asking for an exorbitant amount!
These days, bicycle tickets are hard to come by; almost everyone wants one.
As you can see, even an elderly, highly skilled worker in the compound can't get one, let alone ordinary people. It's said that the entire steel rolling mill only has a handful of bicycle tickets available each year. And there's a huge queue of people waiting.
"Hey, you rascal." Zhao Wuliang chuckled and pointed at Wang Shouren, then turned to the two and said, "You two should learn from your master. You need to have a more accurate assessment of yourselves. His contribution was indeed enough to secure a ticket. As for you, I've made the decision; take a couple more perks back with you. Is that alright?"
The two nodded vigorously. This year's benefits are pretty good! This is already quite generous.
The two looked at Wang Shouren with some envy.
A bicycle.
"Alright, that's settled then. Your tickets will be given to you after the New Year. After the New Year, you'd better do a good job." Zhao Wuliang encouraged the group again.
The main reason is that Wang Shouren was such a worry-free person; for a moment, I didn't even know what to tell him.
The reports were so neat and tidy that they've become a model for the factory. Director Yang even said that from now on, all reports must follow Wang Shouren's format; otherwise, if everyone submits them one by one, they won't even know what they've written, and they'll have to translate them sentence by sentence, from Chinese to Chinese—what a mess!
He is also extremely organized in his work, and he arranges the tasks for the two people under his command very clearly.
At first, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to control Wang Shouren, but unexpectedly, after a short while, the two of them became Wang Shouren's fans.
It can be said that Wang Shouren's work over the past year has been a huge surprise to the upper management of the steel rolling mill.
They were even inquiring whether Wang Shouren's alma mater intended to release any graduates the following year. Director Yang was also considering trying to recruit some people from the Mechanical Engineering Institute, or even graduates if necessary.
As for Wang Shouren's future, frankly, that's no longer Zhao Wuliang's concern; he's already gone to the ministry. He probably won't stay at the steel rolling mill for much longer.
Just as Zhao Wuliang was about to talk to someone else...
A powerful shout came from downstairs: "Go down and get your New Year's goods! The stuff's here!!"
With a "whoosh," a series of remarkably synchronized sounds of buttocks leaving the chairs rang out.
Immediately afterwards, people were shoving and pushing each other to run outside.
Once downstairs, it wasn't so crowded anymore. We lined up obediently. The technical group was divided into large groups and smaller groups. Each group leader had a notebook. When the group leader called out, the people below responded and went up to sign and collect the goods. The whole process was extremely efficient.
When they arrived at Wang Shouren's place, they took a look.
Wow, there's a lot of stuff.
His master was the one who distributed the items.
"Here, sign this and take it. We're all the same."
Eight ounces of pork, a bag of flour, a bag of rice, a small bag of dried fruit, a bucket of oil, and a jug of soy sauce. There was also a calendar, the kind you tear off each day, and finally, a new enamel mug.
It's too big to lift with one hand.
The guy standing next to Wang Shouren was all smiles.
Seeing Wang Shouren carrying things over, he warmly came over, seemingly eager to share his joy: "Hey, you know what, last year, we only got two ounces of pork, but this year, we're getting eight ounces! This is really great perk."
The people around them echoed their agreement.
Wang Shouren was also infected by this atmosphere and joined the group of old men in laughing foolishly.
But no one left.
This puzzled him.
At this moment, Zhao Wuliang came out and shouted to everyone, "Don't leave yet, there are still things."
This is an old rule in the engineering department: if the department has surplus project bonus funds, Zhao Wuliang will take out a portion to add some new things to the engineering department.
The items are all high-quality, and they're hard to find.
Each person received a small bag of apples and a small bag of white sugar.
In those days, white sugar was even more difficult to obtain than pork, and it was priced a dime higher than pork. Moreover, ration coupons were hard to come by.
Everyone was very satisfied.
After collecting their belongings, there was no more speech from the leaders. With Engineer Zhao's enthusiastic shout of "Time to go!", a group of people rushed out, some even running upstairs.
Wang Shouren was one of these people.
He had little experience, and when he heard that he had to go downstairs to collect something, he didn't even take down the large cloth bag he always carried.
Along with him were some young technicians. They exchanged smiles and each found their own bag.
These things cannot be carried by two hands.
The third uncle was waiting at the door early this morning.
Wang Shouren wasn't a factory worker; he returned home relatively early.
Sure enough, the old man greeted Wang Shouren as soon as he saw him.
"Shouren, what's up? What good stuff did you get today? Anything you'd like to trade with Third Uncle?"
"Want some nuts?" Wang Shouren took out a small bag from his large cloth bag and waved it in front of the Third Uncle.
The third uncle immediately beamed with joy.
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