The next day.
8:30 in the morning.
Liu Xiaojun came to work at the steel mill as usual.
Half of this year has passed, and the heavy industry sprint period is about to begin.
Liu Xiaojun had also saved enough money to open a parts factory early on, and in a few days, everything would be ready.
This time he sought cooperation from Yangshi Lei and Suanfang Gao.
It cost nearly several million to finally complete the factory and equipment.
It is no exaggeration to say that these days, as long as you have these machines and skilled craftsmen, even a rocket or a car can be made by hand!
Therefore, the recruitment has now reached a fever pitch!
If Liu Xiaojun remembers correctly, next year will be 1955, the time when the May Day plan will be implemented.
During this timeline, heavy production was common in official factories like the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Furthermore, locksmithing was a high-pressure job, and parts that had been carefully polished for several days could be ruined in an instant if one was not careful.
Everyone is in a very tense mood. If management and living conditions are not in place, it will easily cause dissatisfaction among workers and lead to unrest.
Ever since Liu Haizhong became the director of the second workshop, he has been using chicken feathers as a token of authority, and everyone has been complaining. Those who have some connections don't want to stay here and are now secretly looking for other state-owned enterprises.
On the way to the second workshop, Liu Xiaojun saw that people in other workshops were holding gray gloves and yellow soap.
"Xiaojun, today is the time for the factory to distribute labor protection. I saw your workshop director Liu Haizhong took a lot of labor protection supplies back. Have the labor protections been distributed to the people in your second workshop?" Master Wang happened to meet Liu Xiaojun in the aisle and greeted him with a smile.
Liu Xiaojun: "Our workshop hasn't received the mail yet. We're getting ready to go there right now. I think it will be sent out soon."
"Master, your shoelaces are untied, be careful not to trip." Liu Xiaojun was just about to continue walking towards the workshop when he looked down and accidentally discovered that Master Wang's shoelaces were untied.
"Oh, these shoelaces keep coming undone no matter how I tie them. Can you help me get some of this?"
As he said this, he handed the gloves and soap in his hands to Liu Xiaojun, then turned around and bent down to tie his shoelaces.
These days, most of the shoes workers wear are army green, with cowhide soles, which are resistant to dirt and wear.
Liu Xiaojun took the labor protection supplies from Master Wang. It was the first time he had seen labor protection supplies of this age in all the time he had been here.
I touched a pair of gloves and found that they were different from the ones woven with fine cotton thread in later generations. The old-fashioned gloves were made of coarse cotton thread, which was resistant to dirt and wear, and was especially suitable for places like steel rolling mills.
The soap in my hand is yellow, similar to Shanghai brand sulfur soap, and has a faint fragrance.
I took it and took a closer look. Oh, it’s a Lighthouse brand.
This brand is an old brand in Beijing and is quite common these days.
Soon, Liu Xiaojun arrived at the second workshop.
As soon as I entered the second workshop, I found that everyone looked unhappy today.
Even Yi Zhonghai, who always liked to smile and act like a good guy, stopped smiling.
"Xiaobing, what happened?" Liu Xiaojun asked a colleague with whom he had a good relationship.
The fitter named Xiaobing angrily threw the veil and mask in his hand towards the car window, making a thud.
Yo!
This is a lot of resentment!
Lin Xiaojun's heart moved. He had always thought that making Liu Haizhong the workshop director would be a good thing for him.
Looking at everyone’s expressions today, could it be that something went wrong with their bangs?
Then I heard the soldier say angrily:
"Liu Haizhong is so treacherous. You don't know. When Liu Haizhong first became the workshop director, we went to his house to give him gifts. He threw out the less generous ones, along with their gifts."
Liu Xiaojun was stunned: "Is this even possible?!"
"Why not? Being a workshop director is different. He can do what he wants. Isn't that the most infuriating thing?"
"The most infuriating thing is that when they distributed the labor insurance this morning, none of the people whose gifts were thrown out earlier got any. Liu Haizhong pocketed them all!"
What's going on with Liu Haizhong? It's not that serious, right?
Liu Xiaojun used to think that Liu Haizhong was the second uncle in the courtyard after all, and he had seen through people's behavior and actions, so he wouldn't be so stupid.
But now, it’s really hard to judge!
Isn't this just hastening death? These days, workers are the boss. If these workers start making trouble, even the factory director will be in trouble.
As expected.
In the morning, several workers who could not take labor protection started to go on the offensive. A part that usually takes two or three hours to grind was only half finished after an entire morning, which made Liu Haizhong very angry.
He yelled in the workshop at the top of his lungs:
"What's wrong with you? If you're unhappy with me, just tell me. There's no need to act like this at work. The factory is focusing on production right now. If you're doing this, our afternoon production report will definitely be at the bottom of the list among the other workshops. How can I, a workshop director, hold my head up in front of the other directors?"
After a round of output, the second workshop was silent. Those who work slowly should still work slowly, and those who work quickly should still work quickly.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Liu Haizhong called out his name.
"What's wrong with you, little soldier?"
Liu Xiaojun's heart moved, the good show was about to begin.
Liu Haizhong specifically called out the soldier, probably wanting to make an example of someone else.
What a pity, he didn't know that Xiaobing had a good father who was the deputy director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.
Liu Xiaojun turned his head and glanced at Yi Zhonghai, just in time to see a barely perceptible sneer flash across his eyes.
It seems that Yi Zhonghai also knows about this.
Having offended the deputy factory director, Liu Haizhong will probably have a hard time keeping his job as an official.
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