At 9:30 a.m., everyone in the machinery factory was on high alert. All the employees were dressed in clean factory uniforms and wore factory badges. They stood neatly on both sides of the factory road, forming a large and impressive crowd.
The main factory of the machinery plant has about two thousand employees, and the branch factories in other places have a total of two to three thousand employees. This time, Sang Huaiyuan visited the main factory located in Pingjiang City.
As is customary, the machinery factory was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and a banner hung high above the factory gate that read—
"A warm welcome to our leaders for their guidance!"
The factory's main leaders, dressed in their factory uniforms, stood at the main gate eagerly awaiting the arrival of the workers, while other employees lined both sides of the avenue to welcome them.
This is the traditional way the machinery factory welcomes leaders, especially important ones. It's considered the most grand welcome the factory has ever given, showing how much the factory director values this visit.
Ye Zhiguo, who could barely be considered a middle-level manager, was ahead of the pack and also put on the factory uniform, looking excited.
If he has the chance to meet Mayor Sang in person later, he must mention Ye Qingqing to reveal his identity. Mayor Sang will definitely remember her; as long as the mayor admits to knowing her, that will be enough.
That way, everyone in the factory will know that Ye Zhiguo is someone the mayor knows. As for whether they are relatives or friends, let them guess. The more mysterious, the better!
Ye Zhiguo had a well-thought-out plan. He had even thought about his first words to Mayor Sang, and was just waiting for the opportunity to come!
Zhao Di blended into the crowd on both sides of the avenue. There were so many people, and they were all wearing factory uniforms, that she was completely inconspicuous.
"Oh dear, I need to go to the toilet. I always feel the urge to pee when I'm nervous." Zhao Di covered her stomach, looking embarrassed.
"The boss isn't here yet, hurry up and go to the workshop, quick!" The older woman in the office was very helpful.
Zhao Di jogged to the nearest workshop, which was empty; Ye Zhiguo and his group had all gone outside to greet their leader.
She looked around to make sure no one was there, then took two photos out of her pocket, threw them under the workbench of the imported machine in the workshop, and deliberately stomped on them a few times.
This machine is an imported vertical milling machining center from the United States. It's taller than a pillbox, occupies almost half of the workshop, and is the factory's prized possession. The operators are all college graduates, and ordinary people are not allowed to touch it.
Whenever someone comes to visit, the factory manager brings them to see this vertical milling machining center.
I'll definitely come this time too.
Zhao Di didn't dare to put too many photos in; she only put two. After thinking for a moment, she went to another workshop and put another photo under an imported machine, and stepped on it a few times.
With both places secure, Zhao Di smiled contentedly and ran back, completely calm.
"Sister Hu, would you like someone from our office to accompany us on the tour later?" Zhao Di asked in a low voice.
“I’ve visited before, I think I will!” the older woman said confidently.
After much anticipation, several black sedans finally arrived and stopped one by one at the factory gate. The first to get out was Sang Huaiyuan, the leader of the tour group, with his secretary, Xiao Zhang, following closely behind.
"Welcome, welcome..."
Ye Zhiguo waved his hand and took the lead in shouting slogans. All the factory workers followed suit, and the resounding shouts created a magnificent atmosphere.
When Sang Huaiyuan saw the employees lining the street to welcome him, he frowned. He hated this kind of formalism the most. What was the point of the employees coming out to greet the leader?
Moreover, it's obviously unrealistic to say that the factory area is cleaner than a hotel. Sang Huaiyuan could easily guess that the factory's hygiene would definitely decline after the visit. These state-owned factories are all good at putting on a show. Sigh!
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