"Yes, tomorrow the team leader will gather all the weaving professionals from each production team. We will select thirty of them and divide them into three groups. Your task will be to assist and supervise everyone's weaving work. You are the master weavers, and your task will be heavy. Whether our wicker weaving factory can survive depends on you!"
There were only a dozen or so samples, but it took them over a month to create. However, this process of trial and error allowed the three of them to master the techniques of weaving. They could easily create whatever she wanted, making them the perfect choice for master craftsmen.
After hearing this, the three of them suddenly became serious.
Mr. Luo Sanye is an old man after all, and he is very steady: "Don't worry, girl Rong, I will supervise them and will definitely not let them make any mistakes!"
Then Aunt Changzhu and Ermao's mother also nodded in assurance.
Meanwhile, the team leader had already sent people to each village to inform the team leaders. When the team leaders heard that a rattan weaving factory was being established and they were looking for workers, and that there were wages to be paid, they quickly notified the villagers.
When the villagers heard about this, every household was in an uproar, so early the next morning, the brigade was crowded with people inside and outside.
Zhang Xingrong was shocked when she saw so many people at the brigade.
The security team quickly organized people and took them to the open space in the square.
Wei Dinghui came over with a loud speaker to maintain order, and then handed the matter over to Zhang Xingrong.
People from various villages were confused when they saw that there was a young girl standing on the stage.
"Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Xingrong, the director of the rattan weaving factory at Hongyun Production Brigade."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was boiling with excitement——
"What? What kind of factory manager are you? You're just a little girl, what kind of factory manager are you?"
The people of Zhangjia Village were even more confused. When they realized what was happening, they quickly voiced their opposition, their emotions extremely intense. Anyone could be a factory director, but not Zhang Xingrong. If she became the factory director, what role would the people of Zhangjia Village play?
"You're a female bandit, what do you think you can do as a factory manager?"
"That's right, if you are the factory director, I am the team leader!"
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"What are you arguing about? What are you arguing about?" Wei Dinghui yelled. He had stayed behind specifically to help Zhang Xingrong, especially to deal with the people from Zhangjia Village. "Comrade Zhang Xingrong led several comrades from Lugou Village to weave a batch of rattan products. They took them to the city department store and negotiated a deal worth several thousand yuan with them. That's why they called everyone here."
The people below suddenly realized: "So that's how it is! This young comrade is really amazing!"
However, the people in Zhangjia Village did not dare to speak.
Wei Dinghui glanced at the people from Zhangjia Village and continued sternly, "The idea of wicker weaving was proposed by Zhang Xingrong, and she also organized the wicker weaving factory. From now on, she will be the director of our Hongyun Production Brigade's wicker weaving factory. If anyone has any objections, go to the department store and negotiate a deal. I'll call him Grandpa!"
The last words made many people laugh.
"Okay, leave the next thing to our Comrade Zhang Xingrong! Anyone who dares to cause trouble will definitely not be polite to the brigade's security personnel!" Seeing that everyone was quiet, Wei Dinghui left.
He still had a lot of things to do. Last year, the old brigade secretary retired. The commune hadn't appointed a new one yet. So he was busy all by himself, doing the work of both secretary and brigade leader. How could he not be busy?
Zhang Xingrong then took over the loudspeaker and immediately organized the work: "This time, we are only recruiting people who can knit. Those who can knit can stay, and those who can't can get out!"
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