Chapter 292: Improving Food
After Wang Yuanchao closed his eyes and rested for a while, the factory radio suddenly played the song "Sailing at Sea Depends on the Helmsman".
Wang Yuanchao knew it was time for lunch, so he took his lunch box and chopsticks and walked towards the cafeteria.
Wang Yuanchao seldom eats in the cafeteria, mainly because he is used to the taste of his mother-in-law's cooking.
Today Wang Yuanchao mainly wanted to go to the cafeteria to listen to the voices of the grassroots, so he went all the way to the cafeteria.
Wang Yuanchao found that there was already a long queue at the cafeteria’s food counter.
Wang Yuanchao naturally would not break the rules, so he also obediently lined up and waited for his meal.
As a result, the people in the queue in front shouted excitedly:
"Director, Director Wang, come to the front, come to the front. How can a leader like you wait in line?"
"Yes, you are our factory director. How can we make you queue up for a meal? Doesn't this make people think that we are ignorant?"
"Yes, Director, I'll give you my seat, and you don't have to wait in line."
Wang Yuanchao saw this and said to the enthusiastic workers in a friendly and loud voice: "Hello, fellow workers. I am also a member of our red brick factory. It is only natural to come here to eat and queue up for food.
I definitely won't seek special privileges. No one in our Red Brick Factory can seek special privileges.
So I would like to thank everyone for their kindness and enthusiasm.
But if you ask me to cut in line, that’s fine. I’ll queue up like everyone else.”
As soon as Wang Yuanchao finished speaking, there was a thunderous applause from the audience.
"Well done, Director Wang."
"good."
"Director Wang, all right."
Yes, in this era, everyone is equal. The working class is the master of the country and has an incredibly high social status. But no one can take advantage of the workers and farmers to enjoy privileges. At least that's what everyone thinks.
Wang Yuanchao's statement has really struck a chord with the employees queuing in the cafeteria.
Seeing Wang Yuanchao queuing up for food like everyone else, all the employees felt an incomparable sense of identity with the Red Brick Factory.
This is our factory, and each of us is the owner of the factory.
Wang Yuanchao lined up little by little, and when he got to the window, he found that everyone was eating cornmeal steamed bread, cabbage without any oil, and stewed radish for lunch.
Wang Yuanchao finished his meal in a bad mood, came to a table, and said to the employees who were already eating at the table: "Hello, I'll join a table here, what do you think?"
"Ah, Director, please come and sit down. I was wondering why I heard the magpie calling when I got up this morning. It turned out to be a good news.
Today, I actually had dinner at the same table with the factory director."
Wang Yuanchao was amused by this employee and said with a smile:
"Haha, no, no, comrade, you are exaggerating. I am just like everyone else, a human being, and no different from everyone else.
We can have a meal together, what good can it do? "
"No, that's definitely a good thing.
Director Wang, you are a great benefactor to our Red Flag Brigade.
Without you, we wouldn't have the good life we have now."
"Yes, Director Wang, we are all very grateful to you."
Everyone at the table looked at each other and said something, making Wang Yuanchao blush and feel very embarrassed.
"Hey, comrades, please don't say that. It makes me feel embarrassed.
By the way, comrades, how do you like the food in your factory cafeteria? "
"That's great, Director. We have steamed corn bread and vegetables every day, and we can have white flour buns every three days. This is better than what we eat at home. We are all very satisfied with the good treatment in the factory."
"Yes, working in the red brick factory is easier than working in the fields, and the food is good. We are all very satisfied."
"Hey, Chunzi, we are already workers now. We call this going to work, not working. What do you mean?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I always forget it."
"I'm impressed by you for forgetting this."
Wang Yuanchao looked at everyone's satisfied smiling faces while eating a steamed bun that made his throat dry, and felt something was unreal.
People nowadays are really too easily satisfied. As long as they have enough food and warm clothes, they are very satisfied.
Unfortunately, the development of society needs to come step by step.
However, Wang Yuanchao believes that the lives of the factory workers at the red brick factory he is in charge of will definitely get better and better.
After finishing a hard-to-swallow lunch, Wang Yuanchao returned to the office. He rarely took a nap right away.
He also sent someone to tell the canteen manager and purchasing manager to come to the office.
"Director Yang, Director Yu, I went to the cafeteria to eat a big pot meal at noon today.
I feel that the food in our cafeteria is simply hard to describe.
The cornmeal steamed bread that made my throat hurt, the Chinese cabbage and stewed radish that had been rinsed in clear water, without a speck of oil on them,
Comrades, our work is far from enough. "
Yang Hao and Yu Zhaolin looked at Wang Yuanchao's exaggerated acting skills, wanting to laugh but not daring to, feeling a little uncomfortable.
But the factory director was performing so hard, and it was not good for him to just watch and not cooperate at all, so Yang Hao asked:
"Director, the food in our Red Flag Brigade is actually pretty good. What do you mean?"
Wang Yuanchao was furious and said:
"Not bad? How is it not bad? This food doesn't even have a drop of oil, how can it be good?
Comrades, the original intention of establishing our Red Brick Factory was to enable the people of the Red Flag Brigade to live a good life. But look at the result, what do they eat?
Director Yu, go to the village committee and tell them that our Red Brick Factory must have white flour buns for lunch, and they must have some oil in them, and we can have meat for one meal every week, is that okay?"
Yu Zhaolin's head was buzzing when he faced Wang Yuanchao's sudden task, but Yu Zhaolin did not dare to refuse Wang Yuanchao's task, so he had to answer reluctantly:
"Director, no problem, I'll do it later."
Yang Hao also replied: "Director, as long as the white flour and rapeseed oil provided by the purchasing department can keep up, there will be no problem with the canteen."
Wang Yuanchao's expression returned to normal, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Manager Yu, Manager Yang, don't save money on the workers' meals.
Although our factory has just started production not long ago,
However, the products of our red brick factory have all been sold out. The demand is insufficient to meet the supply.
So remember, our red brick factory is not short of money for the time being.
You just go to the village committee to buy food.
The village committee keeps so much grain at the end of each year. If we don’t help them digest some of it and just keep it in the warehouse every day, what’s the point, right?”
Yu Zhaolin looked at Wang Yuanchao with a wry smile, and had to nod and say, "Okay, Director, I will go and implement your request later."
"Okay, you two, go do your job. Just this one thing, hurry up."
"Okay, Director, we'll go do some work first."
(End of this chapter)
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