The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Today is Tu Ziqiang's first day as the acting deputy director of the sawmill.

Early in the morning, Tu Ziqiang came to the workshop with the No. [-] line wrapped around his waist in old cotton trousers.

The sawmill was bustling with people, and Director Hu was surrounded by workers, trying to explain.

"What are you doing? Strike!" Tu Ziqiang yelled, and the workers looked at each other, jostling to make way.

"What's the matter? Give Tu Ziqiang a shot at me? Why don't you accept it?" Tu Ziqiang was wearing a cotton hat, and he was carrying a Shanghai brand artificial leather bag in his hand.

"No, Director Tu..." The clever worker began to explain...

"It's not the fuck, what is it? Whose fault is it?" Tu Ziqiang stared, "It's my first day in office today, what are you guys talking about? Ah!"

The workers were timid and afraid to speak.

"Director Hu, what's going on?" Tu Ziqiang gave the workers a hard look, then turned to ask Director Hu.

"Isn't it about the food subsidy?" Director Hu wiped the sweat from his brow, "As soon as the adjustment of the subsidy food was announced, the workers were blown away..."

"Director Tu, you give the judge..." The scene became chaotic again.

"What's the point of criticizing the fuck?" Tu Ziqiang rolled his eyes, "It's understandable for the porter to make a fuss, but what's the fuss about you, a wood sawer?"

"Sawyers won't eat anymore?" The worker cocked his neck.

"You can't eat enough to do work, right?" Tu Ziqiang suddenly smiled, "Shuizi, remember. Kang Lianju."

I don’t know where the water came out, and I picked up a pen and wrote it down in a small notebook...

"You want to haha?" Kang Lianju's expression changed, "I tell you, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Wang Baozhu, don't you have enough to eat?" Tu Ziqiang ignored Kang Lianju and turned his head to look at Wang Baozhu, another sawmill who took the lead in making trouble.

"Director Tu, I..." Wang Baozhu instinctively felt something was wrong, and wanted to explain something.

"Shuizi, remember, Wang Baozhu!" Tu Ziqiang said impatiently without giving him a chance to explain.

"Wang Baozhu..." Shui Ziliu muttered while remembering.

"Yan Shulin!" Tu Ziqiang didn't even look at Wang Baozhu, but stared at the next sawmill.

"Report to Director Tu, I can eat enough!" Yan Shulin stood at attention very cleverly.

"Shuizi, write a new line, remember, Yan Shulin..." Tu Ziqiang's mouth twitched, and he smiled.

"Tu Ziqiang, stop pretending to me, let me tell you..." Kang Lian became angry.

"Director Tu, I can eat enough..." Yan Shulin was also anxious.

Tu Ziqiang ignored him, and continued to look for other sawmills in the crowd.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the other woodcutters shrank back hastily.

Tu Ziqiang smiled in satisfaction.

"Kang Lianju, Wang Baozhu, report to the log workshop in the afternoon." Tu Ziqiang announced with a straight face, "Director Hu, please go to the log workshop to get in touch, and come back with two good performers."

Director Hu nodded with a suppressed smile.

"Tu Ziqiang, I am your uncle!" Kang Lianju was anxious.

"Kang Lianju, you should work in the log workshop until you retire..." Tu Ziqiang stared at Kang Lianju viciously, "Come on, keep cursing. Don't mess with me, I don't have a master!"

"Me!" Kang Lianju turned red and white, and Wang Baozhu gently pulled him from behind.

"You scolded, why don't you scold?" Tu Ziqiang walked up to Kang Lianju fiercely, grabbed his neck, "If you scold your son again, I will let him work in the log workshop for the rest of his life!"

Kang Lianju's face flushed, and he finally lowered his head.

"Yan Shulin, transfer porter..." Tu Ziqiang smiled contemptuously, and loosened Kang Lianju's collar.

"Hey, Director, look at my performance, watch my performance..." Yan Shulin dared to talk back, nodding and wagging his tail.

"All the subsidized grains for the woodsawers are gone!" Tu Ziqiang looked around, staring at the troublesome woodsawers, "Subsidies are given to the porters."

The wood sawers were silent, and there were no early birds.

"Who refuses to accept? Stand up! Get the fuck out of me and go to the log workshop to carry poles! I'm so spoiled for you!" Tu Ziqiang had a straight face, his awl-like gaze swept across the faces of the workers.

"Director Gong is right there. Those who want to report to officials will work on the spot!" Tu Ziqiang pointed to Gong Weize who came to stand in line for him outside the crowd today.The latter coughed and nodded with his hands behind his back. Lin Xiaowu beside him blushed and was at a loss.

"I don't want to report to the officer, but I want to ask Tu Ziqiang to solve it directly," Tu Ziqiang said with a smirk on his face, "You can choose when, where, and how to solve it!"

The workers lowered their heads and dared not speak out, while Gong Wei coughed and raised his head to look at the eaves, as if there was something strange about the eaves, and he couldn't get enough of it...

"Comrades, the factory leaders have already taken the lead in donating food," Tu Ziqiang calmed down, and said earnestly, "Secretary Bao donated fifty catties every month, fifty catties!"

The workers bowed their heads and did not speak.

"Director Hu," Tu Ziqiang pulled Director Hu who was standing aside, "Director Hu also donates [-] catties every month!"

"Hey, why are you talking about this..." Director Hu gave way shyly.

"Don't talk about us, the leaders are also saving money!" Tu Ziqiang waved his hand, "Aren't you ashamed to make a fuss over these two meals? Ah? Aren't you ashamed?"

Most of the workers bowed their heads with blushing faces.

"The factory leader and I are actively trying to find a way," Tu Ziqiang paused for a while and continued, "Please give us some time, okay?"

"Director Tu, don't talk about it, we are the ones..." The workers responded sparsely, "Let's go, go back to work, work."

"Wait..." Tu Ziqiang stopped the workers, "I'll say a few more words..."

The workers stopped and looked at Tu Ziqiang.

"There is not enough food now, so we can focus on physical labor first," Tu Ziqiang said sincerely, "There will be a solution soon, I promise!"

"From this month onwards, every month, the porters who perform well will be transferred to sawing workers," Tu Ziqiang paused, and looked at the workers, "The sawing workers who performed poorly will be transferred to porters...the performance is the worst for three consecutive months." Okay, let me go to the log workshop to carry the pole!"

The porters nodded frequently, and the sawmill was still in fear.

"Yan Shulin, do a good job. If you have the same conditions this month, you will return to sawing first..." Tu Ziqiang patted Yan Shulin on the shoulder, and the latter smiled like a flower.

"Wang Baozhu," Tu Ziqiang turned to look at Wang Baozhu, "I'll transfer you back if you perform well this month."

"Thank you, Director Tu..." Wang Baozhu bowed his head and wagged his tail, while Kang Lianju was full of grief and indignation.

"Kang Lianju, I was speaking out of anger just now, what made you carry logs for a lifetime..." Tu Ziqiang's tone slowed down, and Kang Lianju looked at Tu Ziqiang hopefully with his mouth open.

"However, disobedience to the leader's order will definitely be punished," Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips, "Three months, three months later, I will go to the log workshop to see your performance. If you perform well, I will transfer you back!"

"Director Xie Tu, Director Xie Tu..." Kang Lianju was almost moved to tears.

"Okay, let's go to work..." Tu Ziqiang waved his hands, and the workers went back to their jobs.

"Director Hu, keep an eye on this place." Tu Ziqiang let out a long breath.

"Good!" Director Hu gave a thumbs up.

"I want two people on the streets of Guilin..." Tu Ziqiang patted the artificial leather bag.

"Go, go, I just asked the cashier to help you tidy up the office." Director Hu smiled.

At the gate of the factory, Tu Ziqiang, Gong Weize, and Lin Xiaowu separated, went back to their homes, and went to their mothers.

"Master, Brother Tu is awesome!" Lin Xiaowu said with admiration looking at Tu Ziqiang's back.

"Hmm..." Gong Wei hummed absently.

"What are you calling me? You are three or four years older than him!" Gong Wei took a long time to come to his senses, and turned his head to shame his apprentice.

Zhao Xiaowu giggled silly.