Chapter 1287: Gu Eight-Liang

Several tall and beautiful female employees, dressed in cheongsams, carried trays covered with red silk, on which were stacks of RMB.

Gu Bing took the microphone and said with a smile: "Our group never does anything fake when it comes to rewarding labor models. Towels, toothbrushes, tea mugs—how much can those things be worth? The group directly rewards cash, five thousand yuan for each labor model."

"Wow!"

Applause erupted; five thousand yuan in prize money, even if the wages of the Jiangzhou Brewery had already entered the first tier in the country, it would still take a year of saving without eating or drinking.

Everyone was envious, but no one was jealous. They were all holding a breath in their hearts, wanting to become a labor model themselves next year and get the prize money.

Duan Xinmin's mother, Liu Meifen, stood behind her son, constantly wiping away tears.

She hadn't expected that her son would have such a day, and it would be so high-profile.

At this time, Duan Xinmin's father, Duan Qingyou, was sitting cross-legged in front of the kang table.

There were a few small dishes on the table, and he was holding a glass of wine, watching TV while drinking.

When he saw his son on stage, his eyes turned red immediately.

All the bitter days were over, and it would definitely get better and better in the future.

More importantly, his son had the ability to support himself, so even when the two of them were gone in the future, there would be no need to worry.

Jinli County, Branch Factory One!

"Mom, Mom, Mom!"

In an employee's home, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl looked at her father on TV, jumping and shouting in excitement.

"Look, my dad is on TV."

The child's mother smiled, thinking that when her man brought back the five thousand yuan prize money, she would go buy a big color TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala during the New Year.

Similar scenes were being staged in several labor model families, all pondering how to use this five thousand yuan.

At the party scene, the labor models walked off the stage with the prize money in excitement.

Liu Meifen was just about to push Duan Xinmin away when Fang Qiao hurriedly said.

"Auntie, wait a moment."

Liu Meifen stopped her steps and looked back at Fang Qiao somewhat blankly.

Fang Qiao said with a smile: "I want to interview Comrade Duan Xinmin."

"Auntie!"

Gu Bing's "Auntie" made Liu Meifen very nervous.

Because she knew that Gu Bing was the General Manager of the brewery and her son's highest leader.

"No, no, no!" Liu Meifen waved her hands: "You can just call me Liu Meifen."

"Auntie!" Gu Bing said with a smile: "You don't need to be nervous. In a while, Comrade Xinmin will also speak on behalf of the disabled employees and labor models; you go sit below first and rest for a while."

"Good!" Liu Meifen hurriedly walked off the stage.

Zhou Andong looked at Gu Bing and made a clicking sound with his tongue: "I really didn't expect that Gu Eight-Liang would have such talent in hosting."

"Gu Eight-Liang?" Jiang Xiaobai froze, then hit Zhou Andong, saying with a laugh and a cry: "You are really wicked; if Gu Bing knew you gave him this nickname, he would fight you to the death."

At this time, Wu Huilin was full of Gu Bing; she didn't hear Zhou Andong's words, but Jiang Xiaobai was beside her and heard a sound.

"What are you two talking about? What nickname?"

"Nothing." Jiang Xiaobai said: "Complimenting your Gu Bing."

Wu Huilin rolled her eyes: "I believe you guys would insult him. Compliment him? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Jiang Xiaobai chuckled: "With you, a shrewd woman, by Gu Bing's side, who would dare insult him."

"Just you two."

She glared at Zhou Andong and Jiang Xiaobai irritably; these two guys just now definitely didn't say anything good about her Gu Bing.

Zhou Andong couldn't help but chuckle.

Jiang Xiaobai guiltily didn't look at Wu Huilin, leaned into Zhou Andong's ear, and said in a low voice.

"This woman is too shrewd; stay away from her when you talk bad about Gu Bing in the future."

Zhou Andong nodded deeply: "That's what I was thinking too."

At this time, Fang Qiao's voice sounded: "Comrade Duan Xinmin, you were elected as a labor model and received five thousand yuan in prize money; can you talk about your feelings now?"

Duan Xinmin scratched his head; this was the first time he had experienced such a scene.

Sitting below were all leaders, city leaders and group leaders.

Especially the Chairman was below, which made him very nervous.

"Happy!" Duan Xinmin was so nervous he didn't know what to say, holding it in for a long time before squeezing out two words.

"Hmm, I can feel your mood." Fang Qiao knew he was nervous, so she stopped interviewing and stood up with a smile: "Next, I will hand this stage over to you."

Gu Bing said: "Next, please have Comrade Duan Xinmin speak on behalf of the labor models and disabled employees."

Duan Xinmin took the microphone handed to him by Gu Bing, took the manuscript out of his pocket, and then scanned the stage below.

It looked like a sea of black heads, which made him even more nervous, and his hands holding the microphone and manuscript were shaking a bit.

"Phew!"

Duan Xinmin adjusted his breathing, trying his best to stabilize his nervous mood.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Zhou Andong saw Duan Xinmin's nervousness and began to clap to encourage him.

Immediately after, Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli also began to clap.

In an instant, applause resounded through the Cultural Palace.

After a full minute, Duan Xinmin finally stabilized his nervous emotions.

"I grew up amidst the discussions and strange gazes of others, but the first day I walked into the Yongchuang Tianya Brewery, it made me feel a different world.

Because, at the brewery, no one who saw me for the first time asked me why I walked like that. No one asked me if it was difficult for me to travel alone, and there was no worry.

And when I needed help walking up the stairs, people would come over to lend a hand; this was the first time I felt so strongly about fairness. Not asking about my walking posture is respect for me.

They didn't think this affected my ability to work; not asking if it was difficult for me to travel alone is trust in me, just as they trust my ability. At that time, I remembered a widely circulated sentence: All men are created equal.

This sentence, which is overly simplified and taken out of context, has been misunderstood and interpreted one-sidedly by many people, and I don't know how many people it has pitted, because absolute equality between people is almost impossible.

As for fairness at a higher level, it has always needed to be fought for; it is not there by default, within reach. Recognizing this point is very important; this is the premise of progress and the foundation of calmness—because life is unfair.

Many disabled friends have complained to me that if I weren't disabled, there would be many, many development opportunities. I once had such thoughts, and facts have proven.

There is such an environment in society that allows us to feel respect and fairness; it just requires us to climb hard and constantly improve our own abilities to realize the ideal of being treated fairly. The so-called 'To see a thousand miles further, ascend another level.'

But in fact, thinking about it, what conflict is there between the drudgery of life and ideals? After all, no matter how poor one is economically, one has the right to daydream. We just hope that while taking care of the drudgery of life, don't forget your own daydreams.

The development of society is exactly explaining to us that daydreams are not necessarily ethereal..." ===== CHAPTER 1288 =====