Back to the golden age

It took a few days to go through the formalities and adjust the files. Principal Zhou first took Song Yuanchao to the school personnel department to fill out the registration form, and then took him to the school-run factory to identify the place.

The school-run factory of No. [-] Middle School is right in the middle of No. [-] Middle School. Entering the gate is a small yard. After entering, I saw two middle-aged women in work clothes busy working. When they saw Principal Zhou, they stopped and laughed. call.

"Is the old horse here?"

"Director Ma is in the workshop, let me take you there." A woman put down the things in her hand and patted her gloved hand.

"No need, you guys go ahead, I'll go to the workshop by myself." Principal Zhou waved his hand and led Song Yuan towards the workshop.

It is more like a large warehouse than a workshop. The entire school-run factory is a two-story building. The first floor is open to things, and the raw materials and goods are piled up on the west side, and the rest is where the workshop is located.

When I entered the workshop, I heard a burst of noisy sounds, such as the sound of pulling things, someone talking, and more of a continuous sewing machine.

The scale of the school-run factory in No. 35 Middle School cannot be said to be small. There are currently [-] people in the whole factory, including a factory manager, a cashier and office worker, and a workshop director. Those who come to work part-time will be connected with the financial office by the cashier of the school-run factory.

Except for these three people, 32 of the remaining 18 people belong to the collective establishment, and the remaining 14 are temporary workers.

Among these ordinary workers, there are five men, who are mainly responsible for heavy work such as delivering goods and moving goods. The rest are women, all over the age of [-], and some of them are about to retire.

The cashier is a chubby older sister, who is in her forties this year. It is said that she used to work in the financial office of a regional elementary school, but was later transferred to the No. [-] Middle School to run a factory for some reasons.

The workshop director is surnamed Luo, and everyone calls him Lao Luo. He is 56 years old, and his health is not very good. He took a long sick leave to recuperate at home.

Factory director Ma Xun is four years younger than Lao Luo, and is 52 this year. He was the factory director of the school-run factory more than ten years ago, and he is the oldest group of employees here.These days, when Lao Luo was on sick leave, the workshop was short of people, so the factory manager Ma came to the workshop to watch the production in person.

When Song Yuanchao and the others entered, the factory manager Ma was talking to a female worker. Because the scene was noisy and far away, Song Yuanchao couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Principal Zhou took a few steps forward and shouted at the director of the horse factory. The director of the horse factory turned around and saw that it was the principal Zhou who was coming. After a few words, he quickly walked towards them.

"Old Ma, this is the Xiao Song I mentioned to you last time."

Principal Zhou introduced Director Ma, who looked at Song Yuanchao and smiled: "Song Yuanchao, Mr. Song's son, right? Your father and I are old colleagues. Call me Uncle Ma."

"Hello, Uncle Ma." Song Yuanchao hastily reached out his hands and shook hands with Director Ma.

"Old Ma, it will take a few days for Xiao Song's formalities to be completed at the school. Today I will bring him over to take a look, and meet you by the way to get acquainted. After the formalities are completed, let him come to your official report." Principal Zhou said from the side.

Director Ma immediately said that there was no problem, saying that he would arrange it.

Seeing that the two had already met, Principal Zhou went back to school if he still had something to do. Song Yuanchao and Director Ma sent Principal Zhou out first, and then returned to the workshop.

"Our school-run factory mainly produces some labor insurance products, such as gloves, masks, hats, work clothes, etc. Some of these products are supplied to labor insurance product stores, and some are purchased by several factories as their quarterly distribution... .”

Director Ma took Song Yuanchao to visit the work in the workshop. Today, the school-run factory is making work clothes. This kind of work clothes is the ordinary blue work clothes. The style is usually similar to that of a jacket. Nowadays, the work clothes of every enterprise seem to be basically nothing. The difference, the color cannot be blue, gray, etc., the only difference will be the red factory name printed on the chest to distinguish.

The workshop area is not large, and he walked around while introducing, and soon finished the tour. After reading it, the director Ma took him out of the workshop and went straight to the office on the second floor.

Entering the office, he poured a glass of water for Song Yuanchao. Zhou Yuanchao quickly took it and said thank you. At the same time, he took out a cigarette from his pocket to pay his respects. Director Ma took the cigarette and looked at it with a smile and asked, "Xiao Song, do you smoke?"

"I don't smoke much, and I don't have any addiction." Song Yuanchao replied.

"It's good not to be addicted to cigarettes!" Director Ma sighed: "Smoking is not a good habit, but it is impossible for an old smoker like me to quit, but you have to remember one thing, smoking can only be done in Smoking is absolutely prohibited in the office, outside the factory, or anywhere else in the factory!"

"Understood, fireworks are prohibited in the production area, and safety comes first." Song Yuanchao nodded repeatedly.

Director Ma was very satisfied with Song Yuanchao's answer. Although Principal Zhou told him that Song Guangzeng's son Song Yuanchao would work in the school-run factory as a school worker, Director Ma did not reject this decision, but at the same time Director Ma was very impressed with Su Wei. Song Yuanchao, who met him, was also heartbroken. After all, he had never met Song Yuanchao, and he didn't know Song Yuanchao's temper.

Now, Song Yuanchao's attitude made Director Ma completely relieved. Thinking about it, what a good teacher Song Guangzeng is. How could the child of such an excellent teacher be an ignorant person?

Sitting down, he asked about Song Yuanchao's personal situation. After learning that he had been an educated youth for eight years, Director Ma nodded slightly in his heart, and his sense of Song Yuanchao improved a bit.

"Most of our factories are staffed by collectives and temporary workers, and there are only three workers in the school staff... Oh, no, there are four people after you come here."

Director Ma asked, "How do you personally consider your specific work arrangement?"

"Uncle Ma, I'm a young man, and you are an elder and a leader. Of course, this is up to you to arrange. Besides, I'm just a brick for the revolution. I move it wherever it is needed." Song Yuanchao replied very modestly.

Director Ma suddenly laughed, and patted Song Yuanchao on the shoulder: "You kid is not old, and you still have a set of words, that's fine, I'm not a revolutionary committee, and I don't have so many rules. As I said earlier, your establishment It's a janitor establishment, which is different from most people, so it's impossible for me to let you do the same job as them. I have some ideas about your work arrangement..."

"Uncle Ma, tell me." Song Yuanchao saw that Director Ma's cigarette was almost exhausted, and promptly handed him another one.

After receiving the cigarette, Factory Manager Ma nodded: "The first arrangement is to be in the office. The workshop director, Lao Luo, is in poor health. He took sick leave before the National Day last year. He has hardly been here for the past few months. Now the workshop has heavy production tasks. , I was the only one to watch him when he wasn't there. There was no one in the office as soon as I got out of the workshop, and I didn't have time to deal with many things. You are a person who has gone to high school, and your education level must be better than ordinary people. You stay in the office and help me do chores. of."

After finishing speaking, Director Ma took a look at Song Yuanchao, seeing that Song Yuanchao was still listening, he continued: "The second one is to get off the workshop. I think Lao Luo will officially retire from illness in a few days. If he retires from illness The work in the workshop is completely left unattended. I have a lot of things on hand, and it’s impossible to always be on the other side of the workshop, so someone has to take over. Xiao Song, think about it yourself, anyway, it will take a few days before you officially report , go back and think about it in the next few days, and give me a formal answer on the day of the report?"

After listening to the words of the director Ma, Song Yuanchao immediately got up and said: "Uncle Ma, I don't have to wait for the day of the report, I have decided to leave the workshop now."

Director Ma was very surprised by what Song Yuanchao said. Originally, he thought that Song Yuanchao would choose the first arrangement. After all, sitting in an office is much more comfortable than working in the workshop, and talking about it is also more beautiful than working in the workshop.But who would have thought that Song Yuanchao chose the second arrangement without hesitation after listening to it, which was to go directly to work in the workshop.

Although leaving the workshop is to prepare for taking over the post of Lao Luo's workshop director in the future, but this is an unknown. It will not be easy to return to the office once you leave the workshop. For this reason, Director Ma asked Song Yuanchao to think carefully and not to make a decision so quickly. .