As time went by, the atmosphere in the steel mill became more and more strange.
Dumplings, dumplings, dumplings...
For some reason, while the kitchen staff were busy making dumplings, the resentment of the factory workers was growing.
This was because the other steel mill personnel who came to the rolling mill to study had already eaten the dumplings and left, while the workers of our factory didn’t even see the shadow of the dumplings.
As a result, the workers in the steel mill came to the conclusion that the steel mill did not value them.
This conclusion is very dangerous.
Just because workers and peasants are in the highest status now, it is such a huge sin to look down on workers.
Therefore, the atmosphere in the factory becomes extremely tense with each passing day.
Eating dumplings is a good thing, but now I feel like a storm is about to come.
After the other steel plant workers finished eating dumplings and left, people in the factory kept asking when they would eat dumplings on the first day.
The next day, the workers became anxious.
On the third day, voices of complaint began to circulate.
On the fourth day, someone went to the administrative building to protest to the factory leaders.
On the fifth day, which was this morning, the workers in the factory went on strike.
That’s right, because it was the fifth day and there was still no sign of dumplings, the workers in the factory had started a strike.
And it wasn't just one or two people who went on strike, but...
The vast majority of workers in the workshop.
These workers went on strike and prevented other workers from working. In the end, work in all the workshops came to a complete standstill.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
In Canteen No. 1, in Fang Zhuo's office.
A group of steel rolling mill leaders, led by Yang Weimin and Li Huaide, all gathered here, looking at Fang Zhuo with serious expressions.
"Fang Zhuo, Fang Zhuo, can you still do your job well?"
Fang Zhuo shuddered with fear after hearing these words. This was almost denying his work ability. Was there any hope for him to improve?
"Director Yang, I, I..."
His lips trembled a few times, but he lacked confidence when facing the factory leaders. Even though he felt that he had done nothing wrong this time, he couldn't even utter the words to explain.
"Ahem."
Li Huaide coughed. He was caught off guard by this sudden incident. It was just a simple meal of dumplings for the workers in the factory, but it actually developed into a strike.
It's simply ridiculous.
However, although he felt it was absurd, he could not let Yang Weimin take advantage of the situation and escalate the incident.
So, Li Huaide spoke up: "Director Yang, now is not the time to pursue responsibility, but to resolve the resentment in the hearts of our fellow workers first."
Then he turned to Fang Zhuo and said, "Fang Zhuo, tell me, can the workers eat dumplings at lunchtime today?"
As soon as this question was asked, the six or seven factory leaders in the office all looked at Fang Zhuo with sharp eyes, waiting for his answer.
But faced with this question, Fang Zhuo's expression looked somewhat ugly.
The dumpling-making process did not go very smoothly and did not go according to plan at all. As a result, it was difficult to finish making the dumplings within the originally agreed five days, not to mention having to eat them a day in advance.
The reason why the plan didn't go smoothly was very simple.
The progress of making dumplings was maintained for the first three days, but by the fourth day, the arms of those who were kneading the dough and rolling out the dumpling wrappers were all swollen.
Not to mention continuing to knead the dough and roll out the dumpling wrappers, I couldn’t even lift the rolling pin.
As for letting other people do it?
The most difficult part of making dumplings is not wrapping them, but rolling them.
A novice can try to knead the dough, but rolling the dumpling wrappers requires some skills. It will take a stranger, who is doing it for the first time, to master it in a day or two.
Therefore, the progress inevitably slowed down.
Now, in the kitchens of the eight canteens, the arms of the people making noodles are all swollen. How can they make dumplings?
Seeing Fang Zhuo's ugly expression, Li Huaide's expression also turned bad. He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? You've been wrapping for so many days, and you haven't finished it yet?"
"Yes."
Fang Zhuo nodded and gave an affirmative answer. He didn't know whether this incident would affect his future prospects, but it was inevitable that there would be a black spot on his resume.
Although, in the final analysis, the responsibility for this matter lies with the superior leader, that is, Yang Weimin, because the task was issued by Yang Weimin.
But, please note, the superiors can never be wrong.
Your superiors don’t understand the problems that may arise in the actual implementation of the task, so you as a subordinate must take these things into consideration.
If Fang Zhuo had raised any objections at that time, he would not be so passive now.
Ultimately, he failed to demonstrate his responsibility as a subordinate to raise objections when faced with a leader who did not understand the actual situation.
"What on earth is going on?"
Yang Weimin spoke. It was he who gave Fang Zhuo the order to let the workers in the factory have dumplings on December 1st.
Because it was the last month of the year, Yang Weimin wanted a perfect ending. So, when he learned that the cafeteria had made dumplings for the study and exchange personnel, he suggested that his brothers and sisters in the factory should also have some dumplings.
At that time, I will complete this year's work tasks with full enthusiasm.
But unexpectedly, it eventually developed to the point where workers launched a collective strike.
Therefore, if things cannot be stopped and continue to develop, his responsibility will be extremely great.
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