◎First update◎
Report?
Liang Baozhen asked further and learned that due to the recent frequent equipment problems, the factory workers often stepped up inspections and troubleshooting. On the one hand, the equipment was aging, and on the other hand, there was a problem with the cotton.
Inferior cotton is rough to begin with, and after being pulled into coarse sand and fine yarn by the cotton cleaning equipment, it is bound to cause blockage and damage to the machine. In fact, this is generally not a big problem, but the current machines of the national cotton mills have been used for too many years, and coupled with the heavy production tasks in recent months, the machines, which were already difficult to correct, have started a revolution and have frequently gone on strike.
Replacing the equipment would cost a lot of money. The thousands of machines in the factory would cost millions, but Chen Yong refused to agree.
The workers can only focus on the cotton problem first. They are all veterans who have worked in the workshop for many years and can easily distinguish good and bad cotton. Especially recently, more and more cotton has been brought into the factory for multiple inspections, which has made their work much more difficult. A lot of the coarse sand is not up to standard.
A month ago, the director of the cleaning workshop reported this problem to the deputy factory director Wu Bingnian. After all, the purchasing director Chen Siming was the son of the factory director Chen Yong, so he could not go to Chen Yong to complain for the time being.
Wu Bingnian just asked him to go back and he would type a few sentences.
However, until now, there is still a steady stream of inferior cotton entering the factory, which has seriously affected the coarse and fine yarn workshops. Today, the directors of the three workshops stopped the factory director Chen Yong at the factory gate and reported to the purchasing director Chen Siming that he purchased inferior cotton and passed it off as good quality, which seriously harmed the interests of the national cotton factory.
Chen Yong listened to the workers who were gathered in circles talking about the three workshop managers standing in front of him, who were all senior employees of the factory. He looked unhappy, but he could not lose his temper.
If this matter is not handled properly, it will become a serious public opinion issue!
"I understand this matter. Don't worry, I will investigate it thoroughly. If there is really a problem with Purchasing Director Chen Siming, I will definitely punish him severely!
Everyone should go back to work first and do not affect production and construction. I will definitely give everyone an explanation."
After hearing what the factory director said, the workers were furious again. This was a matter that needed to be handled impartially. They all felt that the factory director was doing this for the good of the factory.
When the crowd dispersed, many people were still discussing the Chen family's affairs.
Liang Baozhen and Xu Shengjie watched the excitement for a while. She knew in her heart that Chen Siming in the book had also been reported, but not in public. Someone privately reported it to Chen Yong, and Chen Yong suppressed the matter and asked Chen Siming to be more restrained. In short, the matter was eventually left unresolved.
Why did the crowd make such a fuss this time?
"Why did the directors of the three workshops go to the factory gate to block the factory manager?" Liang Baozhen thought that the three men were quite powerful, but too risky.
Reporting the factory director's son in such a public manner would easily lead to hatred.
Xu Shengjie just got the news, "It is said that Director Feng of the cotton blowing workshop privately requested the factory to investigate the source of the cotton, but Chen Siming found out about it and came to the factory to give him a lecture. The implication is that the technical problems in their cotton blowing workshop are still due to cotton?
Director Feng knew that he was the son of the factory director and was not easy to mess with, so he could only swallow his anger. As a result, the situation became more and more serious. People from other workshops complained, especially Director Wei from the coarse sand workshop, who had been in the factory for nearly 30 years and was very prestigious. He slammed the table and wanted to go find Chen Yong to make trouble.
Although Chen Yong is the factory director, in a factory like the National Cotton Mill, there are always some old veterans who have worked diligently in the factory for decades, trained countless apprentices and grandchildren, and have a high status among the workers. Now that there is such a commotion in public, Chen Yong has to take it seriously.
In the deputy director's office, Wu Bingnian was drinking tea and when he heard the commotion outside, he knew that the matter was done.
When Wei Yingxiong from the coarse sand workshop reported the matter to him, Wu Bingnian hinted that he was powerless and that he was also embarrassed for the deputy director to manage the director's son.
Only by letting the factory director take care of his own son can it be legitimate and avoid being envied by others.
Moreover, public reporting is necessary. Smuggling reports will only make a big thing smaller than a small thing. At most, it will allow Chen Siming to restrain himself for a while and make a comeback sooner or later.
"Director, you said that Director Chen will do this to his son..." Secretary Xiao Ying said vaguely.
Wu Bingnian blew away the tea foam, watched the tea leaves floating in the tea water drift to the side, and smiled, "It depends on whether Chen Yong protects his own reputation or his son's future."
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Liang Baozhen returned to the factory office to prepare the manuscript for the noon radio station. She was going to read the contents of the daily newspaper today.
However, today, everyone in the office was clearly not focused on work. They were chattering about interesting things that happened during the New Year. Of course, more of them were talking about the factory director's son being reported in public this morning.
Who doesn't like to see excitement, especially the excitement of the factory director? No matter how respectful you are to him on weekdays, you will be excitedly waiting for the results.
Huang Cui'e looked at the people in the office quietly, then stood up and closed the door. She said that one must avoid others when chatting, for she was worried that someone might eavesdrop and tell tales.
"Do you think you can handle this?"
Song Ming shook his head, thinking that a father should not punish his child harshly. "Maybe he can find an excuse to cover it up."
Zhu Jinyu disagreed. "But with so many people watching today, can we just brush this matter off? I feel it's a stretch."
Huang Cui'e looked at Liang Baozhen who was concentrating on writing and asked her opinion, "Baozhen, stop busying yourself and come over to talk."
Liang Baozhen had just selected the content to be broadcast at noon today. She put down her pen and walked over, smiling, "We can't guess what the factory director is thinking."
"Yeah, that's true, but the factory director's son is also a worry. The factory director is so capable, but Chen Siming is holding him back."
Zhu Jinyu whispered the words "hold back" for fear of being heard.
It was almost noon when Liang Baozhen took the script to the radio station. Today was so exciting that she had to add to the fun.
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"Good afternoon, fellow workers. I am Liang Baozhen, the radio station announcer. Today, I will read the third issue of the daily newspaper with you..."
In the cafeteria, many workers were eating. Hearing the clear and pleasant voice, many of them were waiting to listen to the announcement carefully.
Of course, there are more workers who don’t care about today’s broadcast. They are discussing enthusiastically the report on Chen Siming and are waiting for the outcome.
The factory director's son's status and position oppressed one worker, but when facing a group of people, it was nothing. Everyone started to complain.
"So it turns out that we've been forced to work overtime recently because of Chen Siming!"
"You bastard, you are so mean, you even bought bad cotton and ruined our equipment!"
"He Dazhuang, you are so brave! You dare to do that to the factory director's son. Aren't you afraid of being hated by others?"
"What am I afraid of!" a big worker was filled with righteous indignation. "I am a member of the working class, the most glorious worker. What is he going to do? Attack me or retaliate? I want to see if he dares!"
Some workers were pessimistic. After all, Chen Siming's status was there. "It's easy to say. What can be done about it? It's just a matter of admitting a mistake. Maybe there's no need to..."
The worker whispered, "When the time comes, we can just catch the one who made the mistake and bring him up."
He had experience and had read some things in the newspaper. Later, he heard from others that some people were jealous.
"Okay, just eat, no need to talk nonsense." Security director Pang Lin walked into the cafeteria and greeted everyone.
"Don't gather too much and don't gossip." Today, Factory Director Chen Yong talked to him and asked him to be careful not to let some bad habits and ideas corrupt the workers.
He had a quick mind and understood immediately what the factory manager meant, so he rushed to put out the fire.
After all, some things become more exciting the more you talk about them, and the more people unite, so they still have to be handled separately and not let everyone be stuck in a knot.
The arrival of the security chief was indeed helpful. The cafeteria instantly became much quieter and no one talked about the matter loudly anymore.
However, the sound in the radio station also became clearer.
"The last thing I read was a corruption case in the daily newspaper. The finance director of a match factory in a neighboring city colluded with the director of the purchasing office to make fictitious accounts, accept bribes, and purchase inferior wood. This ultimately resulted in a large number of substandard matches being produced, causing serious economic losses to the match factory and affecting the wages of factory workers..."
Liang Baozhen's voice was clear and her pronunciation was articulate. She read the corruption case in the newspaper at a moderate pace, only emphasizing the parts that had caused serious economic losses to the factory and affected the workers' wages.
The cafeteria, which had just quieted down, immediately became restless again. Everyone was talking about it, and they were all worried that Chen Siming would ruin the factory, which would affect their wages.
The factory is where tens of thousands of workers make their living. Anyone who affects or destroys the factory is their enemy!
"What are you talking about? Eat your meal and get back to work."
"Why can't we tell it? Chen Siming is causing trouble in the factory and he won't let us tell it?"
"If you want to sabotage us, we won't agree. If you can't find a solution, go to the Revolutionary Committee or write a letter to the Central Committee!"
"Really!" The head of the security department yelled a few more times, but he couldn't calm the situation down. He could only go back and discuss countermeasures with the factory director.
The factory radio station has always had a theme arrangement. The last two months were all about ideological and disciplinary propaganda, which were decided by Chen Yong. There were propaganda on rectifying lifestyles, cracking down on speculation, and punishing corruption and bribery. Once the theme was decided, Liang Baozhen would look for newspaper content herself and carry out ideological propaganda through the radio.
But today, Chen Yong was talking to three leaders in the factory in his office.
The doors and windows of the house were closed, and the four people were all thinking about Chen Siming's affairs. They only heard the usual broadcast outside but didn't pay attention to what was said.
Chen Siming hasn't come to the factory today and he can't be found. Chen Yong's face turned grim and he was ready to stabilize public opinion first. On the one hand, he asked the head of the security department to come forward, and on the other hand, he tried his best to keep the matter out of the way. After all, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, so if his son messed up something, it would be a family matter.
He had just finished talking to a few people and was about to investigate the matter, but then he turned around and asked his secretary Xiao Fang to go find someone.
"Bring this bastard Chen Siming here! Don't let Wu Bingnian and the others see him yet. I'm worried that he might say something nonsense."
Secretary Fang nodded, and just as he was about to go out, he saw Chen Siming rushing in.
He looked panicked and rushed directly in front of Chen Yong, "Dad!"
Bang!
Chen Yong looked at his son who finally showed up and slapped him, "You still remember to call me dad?"
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