Chapter 772: Why are you so special?

Meng Xiaoxin felt that what her grandfather said was the same as not saying anything.

But she still bit the bullet and said: "Grandpa, can you help me find out what Lu Qiao is doing now, and can I go to the big canteen of the Foreign Trade General Bureau to be a temporary worker?"

Grandpa Meng frowned: "Lu Qiao, who is she?"

Then he said "Oh": "I know, the cadre of 516, who created the Xiang Yang brand instant noodles. She is also the victim of your dispute this time. Tell Grandpa, why do you want to be friends with her?"

Meng Xiaoxin lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

Grandpa Meng saw it and knew that she was still talking about whatever came to mind without any logic.

So he waved his hand and drove her away.

A week later, the pickle factory was assigned to the instant noodle branch factory, and the current name on the surface is the pickle workshop.

Snowflakes drifted in Beidu in November, but the temperature was high today, and the snow that fell last night had already melted this morning.

However, the air was still cold.

But the row of old single-story houses at the west end of the Xiang Yang Food Factory was surrounded by people.

Nearly five hundred workers from the pickle workshop were crowded in the courtyard, the crowd was restless, and the buzzing discussion sounded like a pot of water about to boil.

Several large red papers with ink not yet dry were pasted on the mottled gray wall, which was a hand-copied assessment notice.

The notice clearly stated: The pickle workshop originally belonging to the Food General Factory is assigned to the Beidu Xiang Yang Instant Noodle Branch Factory for management. A production skill assessment will be conducted within seven days. Those who pass will be transferred to formal workers of the instant noodle branch factory, and those who fail will be temporarily placed in the factory service station to do odd jobs, waiting for secondary distribution.

"Why?"

In the front row of the crowd, a man in his forties wearing an oil-stained apron flushed red, "How many years have we worked in the pickle workshop? I was here when the factory was built. What's the matter, you don't want us just like that?"

"Exactly... what kind of assessment? Do you still need an assessment to make pickles? I can cut radishes to the same thickness with my eyes closed!"

"Service station... isn't that just cleaning, guarding the gate, and sweeping the toilets? No, that's work for old women! I can't do it, I can't do it..."

"Exactly, we are workers of the pickle factory, proper national workers, why should we go to the service station to do this work?"

"You're not right in saying that. Revolutionary work doesn't distinguish between high and low. Why can't you do the work at the service station? If you want to express different opinions, you can't say it like that."

"What does it have to do with you, you're just ideologically active. Then you tell us how we should say it?"

"We are workers of the pickle factory and also the masters of this factory. Without our consent, you gave the pickle factory to the instant noodle factory and are even conducting some assessment? We are going to find the higher-level leaders to reflect the situation."

The crowd became more and more excited, and several young workers began to squeeze forward, reaching out to tear the notice on the wall.

Just in time, several old masters nearby were quick-eyed and fast-handed, pressing down the hands of the young workers.

Impulsive idiots, if they really tore it, they would be making a mistake.

Old Zhou, whose face didn't look very good, stood in front of everyone and said with a hoarse voice: "Everyone doesn't have to be excited or angry. It's not just you, I also have to take the exam. If I pass, I can continue to stay in the pickle workshop. If I don't pass, I also have to go to the service station to sweep the streets and toilets..."

Old Zhou paused and continued to persuade in a gentle voice: "This exam is public and transparent. No one should think about going through the back door, and no one should think about taking shortcuts. It is the leader of the Foreign Trade General Bureau who is personally supervising on the spot."

"You should know that that is Director Bai of the General Bureau."

"You should know what level of leader he is."

"And looking at the notice above, we only have three days, everyone must be mentally prepared. If you pass, that's it; if you don't pass, you have to think about why you didn't pass?"

Someone pointed at Old Zhou and said: "You are the workshop director, maybe you have already booked it in advance."

Old Zhou smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone should know how I, Old Zhou, behave. Although I haven't made any achievements in my work, I have never told a lie."

"What I said is all true; I do have to take the exam with you."

"If you are willing to believe it, believe it; if you are not willing to believe it, I have no way."

"Besides, what is there to be excited about?"

"Students have to take exams when they go to school, and factory workers have to have technical competitions."

"Why are you so special?"

"Alright, alright, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. If you understand the notice, go home quickly."

The current pickle workshop has completely stopped production.

And Director Lu, who was standing not far away, nodded at Lu Qiao and said: "Although Old Zhou has this and that problem, in the general direction, this director of his is still acceptable."

At the very least, he didn't incite everyone's emotions because of personal grievances.

Lu Qiao also nodded in agreement.

But even Lu Qiao was a little puzzled, how could such a small pickle factory squeeze in more than five hundred workers?

Then thinking of the overcrowded food factory, remembering the conversation between the old factory manager of the food factory and Director Bai.

It seems that everyone has realized this problem and is working hard to find ways to broaden employment channels and increase new job positions.

So this pickle factory should be moved away, and then a large factory area will be built here next year.

It is unrealistic to go to the suburbs now, as the supporting facilities cannot keep up. The workers basically live in the city, and commuting is a problem, which will result in very high additional costs.

It is better to build another large workshop in this factory.

Even if it develops rapidly, according to the current policy, it will take seven or eight years before earth-shaking changes can occur.

But the happiest one is Old Min.

No matter what, the instant noodle factory he has been thinking about has expanded again.

Lu Qiao couldn't go to the scene when she was at school during the exam.

It was Director Bai and Director Lu who went.

Lu Qiao listened carefully to the lecture in the classroom.

After class, she learned about the situation on the spot from Little Cangcang.

Director Bai invited two retired old pickle garden masters from the General Bureau to be examiners and borrowed measuring instruments from the Food Research Institute.

Old Zhou participated in the cutting and preparation assessment.

On the operating table were uniform local radishes and a specially made graduated knife board.

The requirements are as follows: one jin of radishes, cut into uniform shreds, with requirements for length, time, and thickness.

When the whistle blew, Old Zhou took a deep breath and picked up the radish. He had been practicing for the past few days, and then he finally realized that his skills had not only not improved but had regressed.

The pickle factory has reached this point today, and these workers, including him, the workshop director, are responsible.

And the responsibility is still very great.

So Old Zhou decided to set a good example.

Even if he is not hired, he will be willing to go to the service station.

And he also did this work for the workers below.

So the overall atmosphere is still relatively harmonious.

Seven days later, the red list was posted again. Four hundred and eighty-seven workers participated in the assessment, one hundred and twenty-one passed, and the rest were temporarily transferred to the service station.

There was no crying or trouble as imagined. Those who passed suppressed the joy in their hearts and silently returned to the workshop to prepare for the trial operation of the new production line, while those who didn't pass lowered their heads and went to the service station to report. ===== CHAPTER 773 =====