This was the second time Zhao Qishan had accompanied leaders of large enterprises from other places here, although he didn't understand why these people had to come to Qin Huai.
Although Old Man Qin was barely an acquaintance of his, he couldn't suppress his excitement every time he saw him. It took him a lot of effort to calm himself down: "Zhao Qingtian, you are here. Let me pour you a glass of water."
Zhao Qishan said politely, "Uncle, just call me Qishan or Xiao Zhao. I'm bothering you again. This is the director of Jiangxia Textile Factory, Su Weijun."
Director Su said, "Hello, Uncle Qin."
"I dare not, I'd better call you leader..." Old man Qin was shaking with excitement at this moment. Don't blame him for being immature at his age.
The person in front of him was an official higher than the county magistrate, someone he respected, and yet he politely called him uncle. Even the father of Qin Laoshuan, the village production team leader, had never seen such treatment.
The city people who used to ignore him now stood far away and looked at them with envy.
This is not because our ancestors are in heaven, but because of our adopted grandson Qin Huai.
These people are all here to find Qin Huai.
He watched Zhao Qishan and the other man chatting with Qin Huai, and felt very excited.
No wonder people often say that no one knows which cloud will bring rain?
This old saying is really true. He had two sons and one daughter in his lifetime, but unfortunately his biological children were useless. When he was old, it was his grandson who brought him great glory.
Qin Huai is really bringing more and more honor to himself.
He was an old farmer who worked hard all his life but still could not eat enough. The pants he wore in the past exposed his buttocks. Not to mention talking to high-ranking officials, even in Qinjiazhuang, he was considered the lowest class person and no one looked down on him.
Now, the big bosses all call me uncle, care about my health, and let me enjoy myself. It’s so face-saving to tell others about it.
Because he was happy, he didn't feel tired even though he was busy. Just watching Qin Huai talking with the officials made him feel so happy.
In fact, today was the same as last time, Lao Zhao was just accompanying guests. The day before yesterday, people from Jiangxia Iron and Steel Plant came to the area on their own initiative and contacted local leaders, saying that they wanted to set up a large hardware accessories factory in northern Anhui County.
They took the instructions from above, and the county was on high alert, calling on everyone from top to bottom to cooperate fully and no one was allowed to slack off.
Some people initially felt that their plan to set up a factory in Qinjiazhuang was inappropriate and wanted to allocate them a piece of land in the city. However, as soon as this suggestion was made, the higher-ups immediately called and scolded them:
"What's your business? Just do what your leaders tell you to do. The hardware factory must be established in Qinjiazhuang, Wanbei County." The officials of Wanbei County finally calmed down.
Wujin Factory also promised to build a high-standard village road from Qinjiazhuang all the way to the city.
Old man Qin was extremely happy when he thought that the villagers would no longer be afraid to go out regardless of rain or snow. He felt that the credit for building the road should go to his eldest grandson Qin Huai.
The joy of the hardware factory had not yet passed, and today, good things came in pairs.
Old Man Qin listened to the leaders say, "The dyeing and weaving factory is expected to provide a thousand jobs. When the factory goes into production, all workers will be selected from Qinjiazhuang first. They will all be formally employed by large state-owned factories and will be regular employees as soon as they enter the factory."
The 1960s was the world of the working class, but the working class was also divided into strata. The best were state-owned factories, the next level were large collectives, and then street factories and so on.
Even in the county town, only a small number of young people have jobs, and most of them are unemployed vagrants. As for formal jobs in state-owned enterprises, even city dwellers dare not think about it. But now, the farmers in Qinjiazhuang are given priority.
The days in Qinjiazhuang are becoming more and more promising.
Outside the crowd, several women from the supply and marketing cooperative next door waited for the old man to finish his work and flatteredly called him over: "Uncle Qin, can you tell the county that my nephew from my mother's side is about to turn eighteen, and my husband's side has more people. Can you let them all go to work in the hardware factory?"
Old Man Qin said in surprise, "The hardware factory is in our Qinjiazhuang, four or five miles away from the city. Are you city people willing to go there?"
The woman said, "What's the big deal about being far from the city? You don't know that a job at a large state-owned factory in the city is clearly marked with a fixed salary. One quota is a thousand yuan. Even if there are thousands of quotas, they will be divided up by the county leaders in a blink of an eye."
One thousand yuan! The old man was shocked. Although the woman’s words made him a little worried, the merits outweighed the flaws.
He was a farmer. Although he moved to the city, he worked in a repair shop. Before Qin Zhonglin's wife came, he wore greasy clothes every day.
These city women all looked down on him because he was a farmer and was dirty, as if they would lose their status if they spoke to him.
Now several people are so humble in front of me and call me uncle sweetly. This feeling is so happy.
"This matter was arranged by Zhao Qingtian. What I say may not be of any use." Old man Qin kept a clear head and did not get carried away.
The women said coquettishly, "Uncle, isn't Zhao Qingtian also very respectful when he sees you? Isn't it just a matter of your words?"
The old man was very happy, but he said firmly: "I dare not interfere in the affairs of the leaders."
Although he refused, the women remained calm and continued to plead, "Uncle, whether it will work or not, just tell your boss."
Which old man could refuse a city girl? The old man finally agreed to ask for them.
The director Su who came today is as extraordinary as the director of the steel plant.
We still have to build a factory in Qinjiazhuang, it will be a large factory and state-owned.
Zhao Qishan was as happy as Old Man Qin.
What could be more glorious than ensuring that farmers throughout the county have enough food to eat and clothes to wear during my term of office?
He was a good official who was dedicated to the people and only cared about making the people of the county happy.
Su Weijun, the director of Jiangxia Textile Factory, was about forty years old. He looked like a military man and stood very straight.
Although Zhao Qishan was the main leader of the region, he was obviously more enthusiastic towards Qin Huai.
Old Zhao wasn't angry even though his limelight was stolen.
Director Su said, "Comrade Qin Huai, we will have to rely on you to take care of our factory in Qinjiazhuang from now on."
When Qin Huai heard that they were from Jiangxia, he knew their origins. The Liu family was really irresistible in their work. However, since this could help the folks in Qinjiazhuang, and the county was taking the lead, he did not have much say.
He thought so, but Zhao Qishan didn't. After confirming the details of the dyeing and weaving factory, he said excitedly, "
"Qin Huai, this is fantastic! The printing and dyeing factory is expected to create 1,000 jobs for northern Anhui. Combined with the 2,000 jobs at the hardware factory the other day, this will provide food for at least 3,000 families. You've done a great job for our county."
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