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Wang Shuitao stood up and answered loudly, "Yes! Thank you for the praise, Director Wu. I will continue to maintain this. I knew Director Wu would agree. After all, labor is honorable, isn't it, everyone?"
The office was immediately filled with applause.
Wu Dong returned a smile, said nothing more, and went into his private office.
Wang Shuitao tidied up the table briefly, compiled a report, and went to the factory director's office.
That was the only place in the entire sugar factory where you could use a telephone.
As soon as she left, the factory office became lively.
Everyone started whispering among themselves.
Old Wang, who always sweeps the floor, is the most enthusiastic cricketer. He offended Director Wu when he was young, and now he is always being targeted.
In reality, it's Director Wu who, as a leader, has taken advantage of others to an unscrupulous degree.
Old Wang is the only able-bodied person in his family. He has no father, no mother, an old and sick wife, and one son and two daughters, but only his youngest daughter is left by his side.
The other two went to the countryside.
He can't not provide subsidies.
They wished they could split every penny in half.
He was so angry that his benefits had been reduced by so much that he got into an argument with Wu Dong, who was then the deputy director.
Wu Dong is the person in charge of distributing employee benefits; in fact, he has been the deputy director for two or three years.
Its reputation has always been good.
Suddenly, things were less.
Because of his reputation and past trust, everyone initially believed his reasons.
Despite the difficulties faced across the country, sugar factory workers must work together to overcome these challenging times.
Although the sugar factory was under military-style management, it was only during working hours, not 24/7, and it was not a prison with no access to the outside world.
This lie was quickly exposed because the workers' benefits in other factories remained unchanged.
However, the frogs have been boiled in lukewarm water for a long time and have gotten used to living off this small subsidy.
They also lack the courage to stand up to their superiors.
They also maintained a relative peace with each other.
After Lao Wang stepped forward, the others followed suit, demanding an explanation.
Finally, an investigation was conducted, and no problems were found.
Just as the crowd was about to get excited, several leaders said that the workers had worked hard and that they would receive more subsidies in the coming months.
If you do the math, it's exactly 70% of the previous losses.
Most people gave up.
Old Wang also went from being a sugar-boiling worker to working in the factory office.
The remaining people also believed that Lao Wang would definitely agree.
Old Wang, of course, did not do anything unexpected.
The workers who make soup often get burned, and those who work three shifts during the oil pressing season can't take care of their families.
The factory office was different; it was a leisurely and prestigious job.
But once inside, Old Wang discovered that no one dared to speak to him.
There wasn't even a workstation. All they did all day was sweep the floor, wipe the tables, and clean. Whenever they stopped, Wu Dong's lackeys would come over and boss them around.
There was no one behind him, so Old Wang had no choice but to accept it. Who knew that Wu Dong would be promoted to director again?
The higher Wu Dong's position, the more people wanted to curry favor with him, and the harder it became for Lao Wang.
It was even later that he would succeed the old factory director, which became a widely accepted fact.
Until Director Sun appeared out of nowhere, the leadership team was replaced one after another, and some of them went to jail for undermining socialism.
Old Wang's life finally got better, and he finally had his own workstation in the factory office.
However, Wu Dong is one of the few remaining former leaders, while Lao Wang is still relegated to sweeping the floor.
Wu Dong could come up with a thousand reasons not to sign the forms he had taken.
But the people in the factory office, who were closest to the leadership, had already realized that Wu Dong was like a grasshopper in autumn, and his days were numbered.
If Lao Wang wanted to curse Wu Dong, they would be willing to chat with him.
In the factory director's office, Wang Shuitao was contacting people in Heilongjiang Province.
The main ingredients for syrup are sugarcane and sugar beets.
We need 100,000 portions of sugar, which, even without considering losses, would require 50,000 catties of sugar blocks. The white and brown sugar must be handed over to fulfill the annual quota, so of course it can't be used.
The company in the provincial capital contacted its sister company in Heilongjiang Province, where sugar production mainly uses sugar beets.
A large quantity will ripen in late September.
Wang Shuitao mainly communicated with them about whether the early-ripening batches could be sent over so that the county town could catch up with the work as soon as possible.
After much persuasion, the Heilongjiang province finally agreed to send 300,000 jin of sugar beets to this area in large trucks.
The date is set for September 10th.
There will be five vehicles in total. One round trip takes three days, and three trips will be enough to deliver all the goods.
Drivers are highly respected these days, so Wang Shuitao naturally followed local customs and went to Mr. Zhang's house after get off work.
I'll find out what kind of local dishes are available in Heilongjiang Province, so I can be careful that the drivers don't like the food there when we're welcoming them.
For several days in a row, I've been looking for a reliable chef.
It was easy to find a chef who was good at local cuisine, so Wang Shuitao went straight to the state-run restaurant she had eaten at before.
The chef's skills are quite good.
She went there after lunchtime in the morning. When she entered, the three people sitting at the table, who were enjoying their meal, immediately looked sullen.
After a while of pushing and shoving, an older woman finally stood up and said weakly, "What are you going to eat? My dear sister, I'm not trying to be mean, but how can you come to eat breakfast so late?"
She was also holding a small steamed bun in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth.
Wang Shuitao smiled and didn't mind. The fact that her aunt could misunderstand her coming to eat at this time in the current environment without scolding her showed her high level of manners.
"Auntie, please sit down and eat. I'm here to find the chef."
The chef's small eyes lit up; there was a side job going on!
Holding a basket of steamed buns in her hand, she walked over enthusiastically and said, "Come on, let's go into the kitchen and talk. Have you eaten yet? Let's have a couple more steamed buns."
Suddenly, only the aunt and a young girl were left at the table.
The girl was filled with envy: "This is Master Zheng's third time this month, and it's even better than last month. How much money must he be making?"
Auntie slurped up a mouthful of noodles, chewed and swallowed, then sipped the soup and said, "Hey, he's a good cook, everyone loves to go to him. There's more than one state-run restaurant in our county, but Chef Zheng has so many customers."
The young woman suddenly had the idea of learning to cook.
She wasn't a temporary worker; she had a stable job, and who wouldn't want to earn more money?
Even the Red Guards wouldn't bother arresting people for making this kind of money!
Their boss is also going to invite Chef Zheng to cook a banquet.
That's amazing.
In the kitchen, Wang Shuitao didn't stand on ceremony and ate two steamed buns before starting to announce the dishes.
"The East and West Sugar Factory will prepare the dishes. The tentative menu is: Braised Pork Ribs with Bamboo Shoots and Bamboo Shoots, Braised Pork Ribs with Preserved Mustard Greens, Two kinds of Meat Wontons: Mustard Green and Pickled Cabbage, Steamed Yellow Croaker, Two vegetarian dishes of your choice, and Minced Meat and Egg Custard."
Chef Zheng readily agreed. Such a generous feast was hard to come by; as a chef, he could easily take home a lot of leftovers.
I can eat my fill when I cook for myself.
With the local dishes sorted out, where could Wang Shuitao find a chef who could cook dishes from other provinces? She was truly at a loss for what to do.
I asked Master Zheng, but he didn't know either. He said that if there was such a person in the county, he would definitely know.
After groping around for several days, Wang Shuitao finally came up with a solution.
Educated youth.
There should be educated youth who came from Heilongjiang Province to the countryside here, or we can broaden the scope to include those from the three northeastern provinces.
Surely we can find someone. Even if they can't cook, it's easy. Just open their mouths and let Chef Zheng make some improved dishes.
Let's eat something new.
Otherwise, she'll have to find a way to get on board herself, but the source of the information is really hard to explain.
The original owner of this body was a girl who had only ever been to a small town.
The educated youth office wouldn't disclose such information, so Wang Shuitao had to go to the countryside to inquire one by one.
It was official business. Wang Shuitao was preparing to go back to the village after breakfast on Thursday. She went to Wangjiazhuang first, as it was a familiar place and easier to get things done there.
She has been so busy these past few days that she can only exchange a few words with Meng Songying in the morning.
One person said their feet were about to break from walking so much. Chef Zheng from the state-run restaurant was in such high demand that he almost lost the job to someone else.
One person said that beets and sugarcane are different, so the machine programs need to be re-adjusted and the workers need to be trained.
Hearing about work, Wang Shuitao became listless and asked, "Wouldn't it be better to have Heilongjiang Province send a technical advisor over?"
Meng Songying wasn't complaining to Taozi. She had noticed Taozi's recent exhaustion and wouldn't want to add to her burden.
At this moment, he simply replied calmly, "No need, it's already been resolved."
Wang Shuitao's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but smile in order to reduce her workload.
She quickly poked Meng Songying's cheek; it wasn't as cold and hard as it usually appeared, but soft and warm.
Perhaps it's because it's currently blinking its eyes, eager to claim credit and reward.
His face was clearly the same as before, without any change in expression, but Wang Shuitao could still sense it and, out of a moment of weakness, praised him all the way.
Then Meng Songying praised him back with a bunch of idioms.
Wang Shuitao was so embarrassed she wanted to run away; all she could think of was her Chinese teacher's exasperated words.
Piling up flowery language will result in points being deducted!
As they were talking, for no apparent reason, Meng Songying, who was supposed to go to the workshop, ended up taking her to the factory gate.
Fortunately, there's still some time before I have to go to work.
Outside, the elderly couple we had seen before were coming from the north, and a sickly-looking young man was gradually approaching from the west.
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