◎Second update◎
"Siming." Dong Jiayan pushed the door open and saw the man's face change. The five-finger slap mark was even more conspicuous. "Your father was so cruel?"
Chen Siming covered his face and hissed in pain. The burning pain was unbearable. "My dad is very strong. He got it from fighting when he was young."
"I heard from mom that you had a fight?" Dong Jiayan didn't want Chen Siming to have a falling out with the family. The Chen family would be prosperous in a few years, and they couldn't change easily. "Your father and brother are doing this for your own good."
"Bah!" Chen Siming spat on the ground with a ferocious look on his face, "For my own good? They all look down on me!"
It's time for him to plan for himself. He needs to have money in his hands to stay calm!
That being said, I was about to go outside.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it. Do you think you can understand even if I tell you?" Chen Siming glanced at Dong Jiayan irritably and strode out the door.
Sooner or later he will have the national cotton mill in his hands!
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National Cotton Mill
Factory director Xue Lijun was busy today. He had just finished writing his work report when there was a knock on the office door. He looked up and saw it was the publicity officer Huang Cui'e.
"Director, we still have a vacancy for a broadcaster in our factory. I have picked out a few candidates for you to take a look at."
The National Cotton Mill had a radio station on the third floor of the old office building. The two floors below were conference rooms. There was an announcer who was responsible for broadcasting major and minor events in the mill, as well as ideological propaganda for 20 minutes every day at noon.
However, the previous announcer was pregnant and feeling unwell, so she had to go home to take care of the baby. She was an elderly mother and had too much reaction during pregnancy, so she couldn't continue. She originally wanted to find a relative to take over, but the position of announcer is not something that can be filled by just anyone. The person cannot have a low level of education, must be able to read, speak standard Mandarin, have a good voice, and be able to read aloud with emotion... In short, the requirements are very high.
Xue Lijun was going to pick a new one. Of course, the position of the previous announcer would be retained. When the person came back, he would see whether he wanted to continue working as an announcer or find another position in the factory office.
"Tell me who you have chosen." Xue Lijun didn't have time to worry about the selection of announcers. He was just waiting for the publicity staff to nominate candidates for him to make the final decision.
Being a broadcaster is a good job in a factory. The work is much better than working in a workshop. You don't have to do any physical labor and don't have to work night shifts. You can sit in the office every day to avoid the wind and sun, so many people want to take this job.
"We have selected three people. One is Yue Ling from the cotton cleaning workshop. She is 22 years old this year, has a junior high school education, has a good voice, is progressive in thought, and has a positive attitude. The second is Zhong Siqi from the carding workshop. She is 20 years old this year, has a high school education, and her voice is slightly worse, but she had experience broadcasting in school in high school. The third is He Yun from the fine yarn workshop. She has an elementary school education, has a good voice, and is very willing to compete for the position of broadcaster. She is very eager to contribute to the ideological propaganda and education in the factory."
The three candidates were screened by Huang Cui'e. Of course, some of them had connections, but overall they would not be too bad.
"Let three people come here and recite a passage from a great leader's quotations." Xue Lijun chose the most direct method and listened to whose voice was better.
A broadcaster only needs to make a sound and does not need to show up. A big loudspeaker is enough, so all other things are not that important. Whoever has a good voice and speaks standard Mandarin will be elected!
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Three people who rushed from the workshop to the factory director's office read a passage from the yellow-covered collection of quotations, waiting for Director Xue's final choice.
"Okay, you guys go back first. I'll let you know when there's a result. Work hard."
"Thank you, Director Xue."
After the three of them left, Huang Cui'e finally spoke, "Director Xue, how is it? I think everything is fine."
"Zhong Siqi's voice is not good, a little hoarse and not crisp enough, so she is fine; Yue Ling and He Yun's voices are okay, but He Yun's Mandarin is not standard enough, and he can't pronounce several words well..."
"Then it's Yue Ling?" Huang Cui'e saw that Xue Lijun had been eliminated almost completely, with only one left.
"Tsk." Xue Lijun shook his head, still not satisfied. "There is still some gap compared to Xiao Liu. Let's wait and see. Anyway, Xiao Liu still has another half month before he can go home to be raised. If it really doesn't work out, then choose Yue Ling."
"Okay, I'll look for one later."
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Liang Baozhen came out of the workshop after a busy morning and was about to go to the factory office to find Director Xue for his signature. She and Wang Xin had to pass the assessment every month and could only be converted to formal employees if they passed the assessment for three consecutive months.
By then, you will be able to get a first-level worker salary, which is much higher than now.
The office building of the National Cotton Mill is magnificent, a three-story building with red brick walls. The factory office is on the first floor, next to it are the purchasing office and the administrative office, the second floor is the financial office, and the third floor is the office of the deputy director and the director.
Just as I reached the door of the office building, a short middle-aged man came out hurriedly from the other direction. He had a hunched back, a pointed face, and a fleshy mole at the corner of his lip.
The man seemed to be in a good mood. He walked out humming a little tune, his legs moving very fast.
Liang Baozhen stared at the man's leaving back in a daze. The man seemed to be the one who bribed Chen Siming back then. He used one thousand yuan to bribe Chen Siming, who was in charge of purchasing, and sent inferior cotton to the National Cotton Mill.
But according to the plot in the book, this incident should have happened half a year later. Why did this person show up now?
Did Chen Siming accept bribes in advance?
Liang Baozhen hesitated for a moment, but she had important things to do and could not delay, so she had to go to the office building first.
"Director Xue, please sign this." Liang Baozhen handed the assessment form to Xue Lijun.
When Xue Lijun saw Liang Baozhen, he remembered that it was not easy for her to get this job. After all, it was the factory director's son and the deputy factory director who worked hard to get it back.
Liang Baozhen now looks very professional in her blue work clothes. She has behaved well in the past few days in the factory and even attended the blindness elimination class. She looks like an ambitious young man. "Comrade Xiao Liang, how do you feel about your time in the factory? Are you adapting well?"
"Everything is fine. The workers in the workshop are very kind and often take care of us new workers. We have also learned a lot." She knew that her leaders loved to hear these words.
Liang Baozhen spoke in a clear and melodious voice, which was pleasing to the ear. Xue Lijun nodded, waved his hand, and signed her and Wang Xin's assessment forms.
"Keep working hard, and of course, don't forget to always pay attention to your mental progress."
"Thank you, Director Xue."
After leaving Xue Lijun's office, Liang Baozhen prepared to go back to the workshop as it would be time for lunch soon. A co-worker had just asked and learned that there would be hot pot pork in the cafeteria for lunch today!
Watching Liang Baozhen turn around and prepare to leave, Xue Lijun remembered the voice and pronunciation of her words just now, and suddenly felt that this country girl had some talent.
"Comrade Xiao Liang." Xue Lijun called the man over.
"Director Xue, is there anything else?"
"Just read a passage from the quotation above." Xue Lijun pointed to the yellow book on the sofa.
Liang Baozhen was confused. Why did the factory director suddenly ask her to read the quotations? Was this also a regular employee assessment? Picking up the yellow book, Liang Baozhen opened a page and read aloud.
Some people speak with a strong accent, while others are born with a good voice. Although Liang Baozhen grew up in the countryside, she has no accent when speaking. She has been a representative of the Chinese class since she was young, and she can read the text aloud with standard pronunciation.
At this moment, a passage of quotations was read, which sounded even more rhythmic and powerful to Xue Lijun. The emphasis was on the sound, which was like the gurgling of running water, making people feel happy both physically and mentally.
"Director Xue?" Liang Baozhen finished reading the last sentence and looked at Xue Lijun who was deep in thought and couldn't help but remind him, "Do you want to read more?"
"No thanks." Xue Lijun smiled, looking satisfied. "Comrade Xiao Liang, let me ask you something. Do you want to be a broadcaster?"
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It was almost time to get off work, and every household in the compound was preparing dinner. Liu Nianhua had just returned from the vegetable market, holding a net bag of vegetables, including four or five eggplants, a pumpkin, and a handful of beans.
Zhou Guoping went to work. He drove the No. 3 bus in the city. A round trip took him one hour and twenty minutes, and he took turns working the morning and evening shifts.
The early shift ends at 4pm and the late shift ends at 8:30pm.
He was on the early shift today, so he should have been home by now, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Liu Nianhua thought of the scarf again, and he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He didn't dare to think too much about it, as he felt uncomfortable when he thought about it.
While he was distracted, the kitchen knife landed in the wrong place and went straight to his hand, cutting a cut that started bleeding immediately.
"Isn't the meal ready yet?" Zhou Guoping suddenly appeared, looking at his wife in a daze by the stove, and went straight into the house. He came out in less than two minutes with a pack of Daqianmen in his hand, "I'm going to Lao Li's house. The team is undergoing an assessment recently, and I have to give him something."
"I..." Liu Nianhua's injured hand felt a sharp pain and blood kept oozing out.
Zhou Guoping glanced at them and said without hesitation, "Hurry up and cook. I'll come back for dinner later. I'm so tired today that I didn't even have two bites for lunch."
Liu Nianhua raised her finger and put the cut part into her mouth. She looked in the direction her man left and said nothing.
An hour later, Zhou Guoping came back from outside and found his door ajar. He pushed it open and saw that his two sons were not at home. They must have gone out to play after dinner. His wife was lying on the bed.
"What time is it now and you're already lying down?" Zhou Guoping looked around and saw that the dining table was empty. "Where's the meal?"
As usual, as soon as Liu Nianhua heard his footsteps coming back, he would hurry to heat up the rice and dishes, then accompany him to finish his meal at the table, and then clean up the dishes and wash them.
What happened today? No food, but he just went to bed?
"No more." Liu Nianhua's slightly cold voice came, "My hand is injured, and I can't cook."
"Injured?" Zhou Guoping frowned and thought about it, and finally remembered, "Just the cut just now? You also call it an injury? What are you so angry about? Hurry up and bring out the food, I'm so hungry."
"Dad! You're back!"
Zhou Long and Zhou Hu came back from playing for a while and saw their father coming back and happily threw the dice over.
"Xiaolong and Xiaohu, what are you having for dinner tonight? Bring out the food to Dad."
Zhou Hu shook his head. "We had two wo wo tou tonight. We ate them all. There was nothing left."
Is there really no food? Zhou Guoping's eyes were filled with anger. He tugged at the collar of his shirt impatiently and rushed to the bedroom to question Liu Nianhua who was lying on the bed. But as soon as he walked in, he felt something was wrong.
Liu Nianhua and I have been married for more than ten years, and he has never acted like this. Every time he has always cared about me and was afraid that I would be hungry or cold. Why is he acting so abnormal today?
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Guoping carefully looked at his wife. Could it be that she had discovered that he had just gone out to meet that person? He asked tentatively, "Nianhua, do you have any opinions about me recently?"
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