The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

"The Red Star Lumber Factory has a glorious history..."

Director Hu chattered nonsense, his tone was passionate and his gestures were forceful, his gray hair trembled.

Tu Ziqiang didn't listen to a word, all his attention was on the work card in his hand.

Big red plastic cover, name, gender, age, place of origin, work unit, job title, and the fiery official seal.

"Old Tu is a good comrade. He works diligently and behaves according to his duties." Director Hu paused for a moment and his tone slowed down. "If you have any difficulties in the future, the factory, including me, will solve them for you. But there is one thing, you You have to be strict with yourself too!"

"Uncle Hu, don't worry, I'm not afraid of death or suffering, I'm willing to move a brick wherever I need to be a revolutionary!" Tu Ziqiang climbed along the pole, and immediately stuck his neck to express his determination.

"Well," Director Hu nodded in satisfaction, smiling like a chrysanthemum with wrinkles all over his face, "the factory also considered this way, so they arranged you in the sawmill and took the Long March again. If there is no problem, then you can go Report to Director Xu!"

"The factory manager..."

A beautiful young woman stood at the door of the office and smiled charmingly.

Hehe, the impressive majesty of the pair made people subconsciously ignore the fox face.

"Xiao Liu, wait a moment..." Director Hu nodded and smiled at the young woman, then turned to look at Tu Ziqiang.

"Then Uncle Hu, I'll report first."

Tu Ziqiang was going to lick a few flirtatious words at first, but he had no choice but to give up when someone disturbed him.

"Hehehe, Uncle Hu..."

Behind the ears came the laughter of the young woman.

It's too unscrupulous!The relationship between these two is not easy!

Tu Ziqiang thought as he walked.

It was the same with the mentor and that one back then...

But can't you?It shouldn't be so open in this day and age, right?

Originally, Tu Ziqiang still had some illusions, after all, Director Xu took over the position of Old Tu.

This guy was the one who ran to his house the most.

He thought that the reason why Tu Ziqiang lifted the wood in the original book was because he didn't do it well.

But when he saw Director Xu's black face, he knew something was wrong...

This is exactly the same as the previous one who knelt and licked with a smile.

Sure enough, he still carried wood!

These days, the treatment is reasonable and reasonable.

When entering the factory, first ten catties will be paid every month, and carrying wood counts as heavy physical labor. Every month, they will be given an additional twenty catties of grain, a meat ticket (half a catty), and an oil ticket (two taels).

It is not reasonable to say that it is unreasonable.

Because there is no such thing as piece-rate wages, wages are based entirely on grades.

For example, Tu Ziqiang is an apprentice, no matter how much wood he carries in a month, his salary is 17 yuan.

So……

Xinnen Tu Ziqiang, who had never done physical labor before, was not left behind even though her bones were weak and exhausted.

He and his partner, Lao Zhang, paddled all morning...

Walk slowly when carrying wood, never carry thick ones if there are thin ones, and even slower when empty-handed...

"Cao's bastard, he doesn't look like your father at all, so slippery!"

After lunch, his partner, Lao Zhang, slapped his cigarette and cursed with a smile, obviously very satisfied with his new partner.

This bastard Cao was not swearing, but the colloquial and uttered words of the workers, which contained praise and envy.

"Uncle Zhang, you're so naughty..." Tu Ziqiang sat on the pile of logs and joked half-truthfully, "Aren't you afraid that my dad will crawl out of the coffin and have nothing to do with you?"

"Fart! As long as those three boys in our family are half as good as you, I will close my eyes..." Lao Zhang knocked on the cigarette pipe with a look of disdain, "If you want me to say, your father is a tiger! You work hard every day. What the hell? When will it be his turn to be a model worker? Just pretend to be a bad director or rely on qualifications."

"That's right, who's got all the model workers?" Tu Ziqiang handed over a winter jasmine, struck a match and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Xu Wangbai..." Old Zhang sucked in a beautiful mouthful, curling his lips.

"Director Xu??" Tu Ziqiang regained his energy, and leaned over with a gossipy face, "Uncle Zhang, tell me..."

"Have you seen that broken shoe in the factory department? It's just the accountant." Lao Zhang's eyebrows twitched and his face looked wretched.

"Which one? This?" Tu Ziqiang gestured in front of his chest.

"Tsk tsk tsk...that bitch..." Old Zhang looked at Tu Ziqiang mysteriously, squinting his eyes and thinking about it, as if he had eaten it before.

Tu Ziqiang looked at Lao Zhang with disbelief, his mouth crooked and his eyes squinting.

At this time, the less you believe him, the more he will take the initiative to say it, and the more anxious you are to know, the more he will keep it secret.

"You still don't believe me? Ask around, everyone in the factory doesn't know? Liu Li'e's worn-out shoe has at least a basket of dirt!" Lao Zhang was in a hurry, very dissatisfied with Xinnen's questioning of the old bird's authority.

"Then Director Hu..." Tu Ziqiang stared round his eyes as if he had never seen the world.

"Director Su, Director Zhao, Chairman Wang, the man from the plank workshop...a ​​basket of soil is only a lot more!" Lao Zhang counted on his fingers, very satisfied with Tu Ziqiang's reaction.

"Impossible, so many leaders have homes! Where can I get them? You have to issue a letter of introduction when you go to a guest house..." Tu Ziqiang acted like you couldn't fool me.

"Hey, this dead boy." Lao Zhang swallowed, looked around and whispered, "Just a few days ago, after get off work, in Director Hu's office..."

"That's right..." Tu Ziqiang squinted his eyes cooperatively and looked like the world is so wonderful.

"What do you think? Or just rely on Xu Hongbing? Years of model workers? Damn!" Lao Zhang looked disdainful, his tone full of envy, "What about the 20 yuan bonus, 20 yuan! It's our turn, right? "

"What about Secretary Bao? He is the top leader, right? Could he also..." Tu Ziqiang asked.

"Old Bao is very serious," Lao Zhang put away his smirk, with a trace of admiration on his face, "but for the nomination of the factory manager for the model worker, Director Su made the decision, and Secretary Bao could only squint. Director Su is the real leader! "

"Is that so..." Tu Ziqiang was thoughtful and had some vague thoughts.

"In the past, when your father was the director, he had the final say on how to apply for model workers in the workshop. If he was stuck and refused to report, the higher-ups couldn't directly appoint him. Xu Wangba had no choice but to..." Uncle Zhang said earnestly.

"He doesn't know how much he hates your dad! So..." the old worker stopped.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, thank you!" Tu Ziqiang took out Yingchun and stuffed it into Lao Zhang's pocket.

"Hey, you kid..." Old Zhang blushed, "Uncle Zhang didn't mean this!"

"Uncle Zhang, I can eat enough for one person and the whole family will not be hungry. Your family has a large population. There are four elderly people on the top and three and a half children on the bottom. My aunt is a big group..." Tu Ziqiang pressed Lao Zhang's hand , full of sincerity.

"Bastard Cao's, follow your father!" Lao Zhang grinned and didn't give in.

"There is another matter that has no shadow, I don't know if I should say it..." Lao Zhang hesitated for a while, and pulled Tu Ziqiang who was going to work.

Tu Ziqiang's eyes were fixed, there was something wrong!

He dared to pass on the lace of the factory manager and director, so what could make him hesitate?

"Your dad's accident~~It seems~~" Lao Zhang's voice became smaller and smaller, "During the lunch break that day, Xu Wangba was the only one who went to the log workshop. Later, when he went to work in the afternoon, he also dragged your dad to the log workshop..."

"Nothing, nothing! What a mouth, what a mouth!" Tu Ziqiang didn't say a word, and Lao Zhang was a little flustered when he saw it, and repeatedly slapped himself on the face.

"Something but nothing," Tu Ziqiang forced a smile, "Uncle Zhang, you're nothing but me, I know."

"Okay, okay..." Lao Zhang pursed his lips and looked at the back of Tu Ziqiang going away, wondering what he was thinking.