Chapter 350

The next day, at dawn, several 212 vehicles produced by Shoudu Qiche Chang drove to the gate of Qingshan-Benzichang. They didn't alarm anyone, just stood at the factory gate, waiting quietly.

At 6:30, people were already coming to work in dribs and drabs; by 6:40, crowds filled the roads; by 6:50, the numbers quickly dwindled—this shows… that work starts at 8:00, meaning they arrive at their workstations exactly at 8:00, not that they only just enter the factory gate at 8:00!

The workers here are truly conscious!

Think about our own factory—by 8:30, people are still trickling in.

At exactly 8:00, the factory gate……closed!

Not a single latecomer!

"From the perspective of labor discipline, this Qingshan Factory is indeed a model for us to learn from." Director Zhao said: "The workers of Qingshan Factory are very punctual; we should learn from them!"

"Director Zhao, their factory workers have high wages and good benefits, so naturally their labor enthusiasm is high as well. I heard that those who are late or leave early have their wages docked—this… this is utterly without human feeling; we can't learn that."

Director Zhao furrowed his brow, looking at the person speaking beside him: Old Wang, the head of the factory office, whose expression grew increasingly complex.

Yeah, we came here to seek scriptures, but even if we obtained the true scriptures, we couldn't use them!

"Let's go, let's go in."

"Director Zhao, should we… go find their factory leaders?"

"No need, let's first go check out the production workshop."

Director Zhao wanted to understand the factory's daily operations, after all, he also knew that when people come for inspections versus ordinary times, it could be two different situations.

Thus, a group of people walked into the factory.

Factory office.

"Director Qin, the guests have already entered the factory; following Comrade Qin Miao's instructions, we did not stop them."

They thought they could slip in unnoticed, but in fact everything was arranged by Qin Miao; without his tacit approval, these people could not have entered the factory gate at all.

"San Shui, should we go greet the guests?" Qin Jianhua asked.

"No rush, if they want to look on their own, let them look; after all, what they see secretly is the real thing, whereas if we show them what we want them to see, they'll only think it's a show."

"Good." Qin Jianhua nodded: "Then let them look on their own."

"Report, they have already gone to the Fan Sha Che Jian."

In a factory, the Fan Sha Che Jian is the toughest, most exhausting; workers here even see their lifespans reduced, after all, pneumoconiosis is no joke.

When Director Zhao and the others entered the Fan Sha Che Jian, they could hardly see any dust; the workshop wasn't hot either, in fact it felt cool.

The workers wore sturdy work clothes and pig-snout-like dust masks, working in an orderly manner.

"How… how can this be the Fan Sha Che Jian! This is practically office-level!" The visitors were stunned.

"Air conditioning! There's air conditioning here!"

"Hmph, this is clearly the decadent thinking of the bourgeoisie; our working people fear neither hardship nor fatigue…"

Hearing their words, a sand molding worker gave them a sideways glance.

"Hmph, you lot who talk while standing without getting a sore back, you sit in the office blowing fans, sipping tea, reading newspapers all day—how would you know the hardship of frontline workers? What's wrong with the air conditioning? As the working class, we should sweat, shed tears, even die young and be reborn early!"

"You… you, a worker, how can you speak to us like this? We are factory leaders after all!"

"What factory leaders? Surely not ours from Qingshan Factory! Our leaders have no airs; they often appear on the front lines, even our Director Ge… huh, Director Ge, you've come?"

Ge Lixi stood at the doorway, glanced at the visitors, then ignored them outright, walked over, and looked at the products to the side.

"How's the product yield?"

"Director Ge, we've currently achieved a 95% product yield; the remaining 5% have flaws, and we will continue to improve and raise it."

"Hmph, our Shoudu Qiche Chang's Fan Sha Che Jian has a 100% product yield; you new factory, indeed you can't!"

The visitors, full of contempt there, saw Ge Lixi pull out a flashlight and shine it on the defective products.

"Hmm, there's a sand hole; it indeed needs to be scrapped."

"What? Just a sand hole, and you're scrapping such a good product—wouldn't a simple weld fix it?"

"Exactly, scrap it directly—this is truly wasteful!"

"This is the quality of our Qingshan Factory: any flaw means the whole thing gets scrapped! Our factory will never put repaired products on cars; that would be disrespect to customers!"

Where does Shoudu Qiche Chang's 100% product yield come from? Most of it is from patching up; sand casting pieces, pores and sand holes are so common they're not even considered defects, whereas here, even one requires scrapping.

What a strict quality standard—it's practically harsh!

And yet the workers here don't even resist?

The people from Shoudu Qiche Chang stared at each other; Ge Lixi, having finished looking here, had already left for the next workshop, and they followed his steps, their gazes becoming complex.

Ji Jia Gong Che Jian.

"Hmm, this batch of parts is fine, the error is within 0.02 mm." Ge Lixi pulled out a vernier caliper from his pocket and did a random check.

Those responsible for the entire inspection were some wearing red armbands.

"Director, what are these red armbands for?"

Just as Chief Wang curiously inquired, one of the red-armband wearers suddenly spoke.

"No, these five parts are all unqualified, the error has reached 0.04 mm, Master Li, your skills have deteriorated!"

Master Li's old face turned a bit red: "Our factory is currently carrying out a drive to create model workers; I just wanted to process a few more, but…"

"Remember, although we are on a piece-rate system, if the scrap rate is too high we will also lose the eligibility to compete for model worker status, Master Li—don't pick up sesame seeds and lose the watermelon!"

"Yes, yes."

"What status do these red armbands have?" Director Zhao asked.

"Quality inspectors." A worker beside him said.

"Quality inspectors, and they're actually in the workshop?"

"If quality inspectors weren't in the workshop, would they be in the office waiting for people to send samples? Then the ones sent up would definitely all be qualified!"

"The authority of these quality inspectors is also too great, isn't it?"

"That's only natural; the authority of quality inspectors equals that of the factory director, and they are held by the most experienced veteran workers in the factory!"

People of Shoudu Qiche Chang were shocked again; in their factory, the quality inspector is a position used by those with connections, and few understand technology—even most factories in the country are like that—but here, the quality inspector must be busy all day in the workshop and also has authority equivalent to the factory director; as long as they deem a product unqualified, it will be directly scrapped!

"Only off by 0.04 millimeter, and that counts as an error?"

Hearing his subordinate's words, Factory Director Zhao almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in, how embarrassing!

"That's natural, why are foreign goods durable while our domestically produced ones aren't? It's not because precision is insufficient! The higher the craftsmanship requirement, the higher the standard we must meet! Even a 0.01 millimeter deviation is unacceptable! It's precisely this 0.01 millimeter error that causes a part to break down in three months! Our Qingshan Factory does not produce defective products!"

"Let's go find the factory leadership." Factory Director Zhao said: "We already know the basic situation of Qingshan Factory."