Li Yi and the sports team of Jiangwei School have devoted their efforts to the Jiangwei National Games.
This can be evidenced by his tired expression.
Wan Feng chuckled when he saw Li Yi's weathered face.
He threw a box of Camellia cigarettes over and said, "Teacher! You look so tired, didn't you stay up late?"
"Don't mention it. Today is the day you need an answer. Last night our sports team was discussing the sports meet and didn't go to bed until one past midnight."
While speaking, Li Yi pushed the roll of paper in front of Wan Feng, picked up the cigarette, opened it, took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Here is the detailed plan for the sports meet, take a look."
Wan Feng picked up the paper rolls and began to carefully look at the sports meeting plan they had drawn up.
The procedures for the sports meeting are listed clearly one by one.
From the opening ceremony to the closing ceremony, everything is available.
Wan Feng had no interest in the opening and closing ceremonies. It was nothing more than the flag team and the gong and drum team leading the athletes into the venue, and then the leaders giving speeches.
Nothing new.
There doesn't seem to be anything worth paying attention to in the conference process.
He mainly looks at the selection and project settings.
The events are divided into field events and competitions.
The track and field events include high jump, long jump, shot put, discus, grenade throw, but the javelin throw has been cancelled and there is no hammer throw, triple jump, etc.
The hammer throw has rarely appeared in rural sports games, which is not surprising.
Javelin throwing is quite dangerous. It would be tragic if an accident happened. It is normal to cancel it.
That's all the track and field events.
There is no selection process for track and field events, but there is a standard, that is, the passing line.
The high jump is 1.2 meters and the long jump is 4 meters.
The shot put is ten meters, the grenade throw is twenty meters, and the discus is fifteen meters.
If you can't even meet this standard, then the point of participating is just to participate.
The competition includes 100 meters, 200 meters, 800 meters, 1,500 meters and 3,000 meters, as well as two relay events of 4x100 meters and 4x200 meters.
There is no relay race for the senior group and no 3,000 meters for the women's group.
Generally speaking, these are all common events in rural sports games. Events that are not common in rural areas, such as hammer throw, race walking and marathon, have all been eliminated.
Standards can be set for track and field events, but competitions can only be conducted through selection.
There are also some performance-based competitions, such as bottle hanging, three-legged race, tug-of-war, wrestling, and crutch knocking.
When Wan Feng saw those mass competition events, his eyes went dark.
Bump into a crutch!
How come there is such a thing?
Tug of war, wrestling, and crutches are not time-saving events.
How do you choose between wrestling and slamming?
If you can’t be selected, you will be eliminated one-on-one when you go on stage.
If there are 1,800 people signing up, the competition will have to last more than ten rounds.
What's more, there's no time limit for this game. If two people can't decide the winner after fighting for half an hour, what's the point of playing this game?
Can't keep so much.
Wan Feng wrote down the words "wrestling" and "crash" with just a stroke of his pen.
He also wanted to go in the tug-of-war, but after thinking it over, he decided to stay.
After all, tug-of-war has a huge influence among the people.
Next, he announced the registration and selection rules to the world, and set the date and place for the selection.
The selection days are scheduled for the 14th and 15th, and it is estimated that the selection cannot be completed in one day.
I estimate that there will be quite a few people signing up.
After Wan Feng sent Li Yi out of the factory gate, he turned around and just walked to the front of the office building, he saw two young workers running towards him while shouting "General Wan".
They were two of the young men who asked Wan Feng to sign up that day.
"Boss Wan! We've done our research and found that there are a total of 135 Communist Youth League members across all departments of Nanwan Group. Here's the list!"
Wan Feng took the list and said, "Thank you, both of you. What are your names? Which department are you from?"
"My name is Zhang Dali! I work in the processing department."
"My name is Ji Xiangyu, from the motorcycle assembly department."
These two names are very interesting, one is very common and the other is very festive, Jixiangyu?
"Okay, I'll remember that. You guys can go back first."
Zhang Dali and Ji Xiangyu walked away happily.
The number of 135 members was not much different from Wan Feng’s prediction.
This is not a small scale for organizing a Youth League branch.
Wan Feng began to look at the list.
Not to mention that Zhang Dali and Ji Xiangyu are somewhat methodical in their work.
They made a very clear list, specifying which department and which workshop had which type of work.
He didn't really recognize many of the names on the list, but if the people stood in front of him, he might recognize a few of them.
But he couldn't tell who was who just by looking at the names.
But there are still some people he knows.
Yimeng and Xu Meilin were people he knew.
Xu Meilin will go for further studies in two months and will not be able to take up the position, so let Yimeng be the secretary of the Youth League branch of Nanwan Group.
Wan Feng picked up the phone and called the automotive department to ask Yimeng to come over.
Yimeng came running over in her work clothes, covered in greasy stains.
"Boss Wan! Are you looking for me?"
"Yigong, there are more than 130 members of the Communist Youth League in our group. You are a member. With so many people, wouldn't it be possible without an organization?"
Wan Feng threw the question to Yimeng.
Yi Meng was stunned for a moment: "Does anyone still live in a group life now?"
The Youth League organizations in rural areas are inherently weak, and probably only exist in schools. Once out of school, almost no one remembers that they were once members of the Communist Youth League.
"I don't know about other places, but I think we should organize this and treat it as an organization. We can do some good things and organize some activities on a daily basis."
"But Mr. Wan! Even though I'm a member, this doesn't seem to have much to do with me, right?"
"Who said it's not big? I'm going to appoint you as the secretary of our Nanwan Group Youth League branch. Here's the list for you to organize."
Yi Meng was at a loss for words: "Boss Wan! I'm testing a pickup truck right now, so I don't have time for this."
"You don't have to test the car yourself, so I'll leave it to you. In order to test the combat effectiveness of our Nanwan Group Communist Youth League, I'll give you a test."
What test?
Of course it’s for next month’s sports meet.
"After you organize the Youth League branch, please contact Mr. Li Yili from the school and help him complete our first National Games in Jiangwei."
Yimeng finally figured it out.
Wan Feng is treating him as a coolie!
Now that the Youth League branch of Nanwan Group has been organized, the problem of service personnel for the sports meeting has been solved.
I can finally be a hands-off boss.
"Yi Gong! How's the pickup truck been running over the past month?"
"After the last modification, it runs very well now. Especially the modified prototype has run nearly 10,000 kilometers in the past month without any problems."
Wan Feng thought about it.
"Then build a few more. If car number two runs 30,000 kilometers without any problems, we'll take it to the test track for practice. If nothing else works at the test track, we'll take it to the Xinjiang Desert Gobi and Mohe for a spin in the snow and ice."
"Okay! I'll go then."
"Go ahead."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
