Chapter 204 Discussing the Housing Allocation Plan
After He Yuxiang lost a tooth, it did not stop him from insisting on finishing the sugarcane. He then became even more indifferent because he lost his front tooth!
Xiaoyu covered her mouth and giggled: "Brother has lost another tooth, Maomao must be very happy."
Chen Qing laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled.
He Yuxiang turned around and left the place of trouble. He was going to chop wood.
He Yuan followed to the kitchen: "Your aunt said that it's your birthday today, and the whole family should eat egg noodles. What do you think?"
He Yuxiang: “Okay.”
The egg noodles He Yuan made were not a big portion.
Because there are egg cakes and walnut cakes after dinner.
Two children were sitting on the steps at the main hall entrance, each eating a piece of egg cake. The autumn breeze was blowing, and they were neither too cold nor too hot in their long sleeves.
The egg cake was fluffy, but you could taste the granular texture of the white sugar. He Yuxiang ate the egg cake slowly and felt that today was a very sweet day.
He doesn't care much about birthdays, but it feels good to know that someone cares about his birthday.
After eating the egg cake, He Yuxiang took a break for a while and then urged everyone to take a shower and go to bed.
When he finished taking a bath, his aunt gave him a picture book.
Chen Qing: "I just drew it casually, just look at it for fun."
He Yuxiang sat on the bed and opened the page. The first page read "Happy Seventh Birthday"!
Each of the following pages showed his cute version in various forms. He looked at them one by one, his eyes slightly sore. There was a paragraph at the end of the album.
"I can't say it to your face, but no matter what, I owe you an apology."
"He Yuxiang, I'm sorry."
Looking at the three words he had always dreamed of, He Yuxiang's tears fell.
He suppressed his crying, and only he knew how scared he was during that time.
After a long time, He Yuxiang closed the album and said softly, "I forgive you."
After placing the album where he hid his money, He Yuxiang lay down quietly.
The room was pitch dark, with only a little moonlight coming in through the window, shining on the small wooden table beside the bed.
The nights in Guangdong Province in October were not that cold, but the wind was still a bit chilly. He wrapped himself in a quilt, listening to the occasional barking of dogs outside, and felt an unprecedented sense of security.
He Yuxiang slowly fell into sleep, and did not get up until dawn, when he got up and started working again.
Chen Qing has been trying to catch up on the progress lately, so she uses Saturdays and Sundays to write her plans.
She didn't want to work during her break, but she wanted to do it for once, to at least speak up for them.
In order to perfect the plan, Chen Qing was busy until next Friday, which was also the time when the leaders of the entire factory discussed the plan for allocating tube buildings.
Director Liu was nervous: "Are you ready?"
Chen Qing: "I'm ready."
Director Liu was extremely anxious.
He hoped that Chen Qing would be well prepared, but he also didn't want her to be too well prepared, because young people would act without restraint and be bold enough to provoke anyone.
So sad!
It's so depressing.
Director Liu scratched his head, looked at his hands full of hair, then looked at the calm Chen Qing. He felt so upset that he didn't want to talk.
The two went to the office for a meeting.
Chen Qing unexpectedly saw Mao Jianguo: "Why are you here?"
Mao Jianguo sneered: "Your boyfriend said that I couldn't get the vote to vote for you, so he got rid of me and came in person."
"Then you shouldn't have come!"
"What's the meaning?"
"The deputy director's salary is really high." Chen Qing sighed.
Mao Jianguo was so angry that he went to complain to Director Liu: "Look at her! Take a good look at her! She is simply going too far!"
Director Liu sighed like an old father: "She is immature. You are older, so you should give her some space."
Mao Jianguo was struck by lightning.
He often said similar things to his son, but he never felt so disgusted!
The factory director's secretary asked everyone to take a seat.
As an important person in charge of writing the proposal, Chen Qing was qualified to sit down, but the suffocating smell of cigarette smoke made her extremely annoyed. She frowned and looked displeased at everyone.
Director Shen got straight to the point: "We have prepared the housing allocation plan, so let's talk about it."
First, the workshop department began to say that the 45 houses they allocated were all to families who had long working experience in the workshop, had made contributions, and were in short supply of houses.
Chen Qing saw that four of them were fake.
As expected, the rest was divided among the leaders' relatives, so the plan was neither successful nor unsuccessful.
The technical department and the workshop department use the same routine.
The technical department and the research institute are different.
The Technical Department is directly under the Machinery Factory, is part of the production system, and is managed by the factory.
The research institute is an industry-specific scientific research unit, directly under the central ministries and commissions. It is responsible for national-level projects, independent of the factory system, and is often dispatched to other places. It is a "scientific research and development" institution.
But the machinery factory's research institute is under the operation of Director Shen, and he can manage half of the people.
So when writing the proposal, I didn’t consider the research institute at all, but the institute has one vote.
After the technical department and the workshop department finished discussing the plan, the two departments started arguing on the spot.
Hu Tieshan, the workshop director, slammed the table loudly and said, "Do you have any shame? We workers have worked diligently for more than ten years, but we are still not as good as you youngsters who have only worked for one or two years. Look at that Deng. He wants a house, and you have the nerve to nod your heads there!"
Director Deng from the Technical Department sneered, "Your workshop sounds so good, but so many people are slacking off. Do you think we don't know? Are the values you contribute to the machinery factory higher than those of our Technical Department?"
"Bullshit!"
There were sparks in their eyes, and neither of them could tolerate the other.
The people around hurriedly advised: "There is also the factory committee's plan. Let's listen to the factory committee's plan first."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Qing.
Chen Qing took out the prepared copy, which she had specially asked a typist to type for her: "In order to save paper, two people will read one document together."
Chen Qing sent out the documents one by one.
The leaders looked through the documents she had prepared.
After Chen Qing made the copy, he drew a special table so that it was clear at a glance.
They are: name, department, length of service, family status, special contribution, category, and points.
The leaders were all looking for the person they wanted to see, but they found none!
"My classification is divided into four categories: those with the longest service, those with outstanding contributions, military personnel and the disabled, and those with extreme housing difficulties."
"Those with the longest service time were given 25 units, those with outstanding contributions 20 units, military personnel and disabled people 10 units, and those with extreme housing difficulties 5 units."
"Team Leader Chen, what do you mean? My cousin is a disabled person." Section Chief Zhou interrupted.
Chen Qing threw a report on his desk. "In order to allow his relatives to occupy another house, Section Chief Zhou deliberately destroyed the factory equipment, colluded with doctors in the hospital to write a disability certificate, let his cousin pretend to be disabled, and embezzled subsidies for injured workers."
Section Chief Zhou stood up suddenly, and the stool fell to the ground with a clang. He had no time to care about anything else. He pointed at Chen Qing, and veins popped out on his forehead. "What are you talking about! Chen Qing, you don't want to slander others just because you are pretty and everyone gives in to you!"
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