Chapter 271: Grading Method and Weekend

The Vice President of the State Labor Federation is called Brian, a very ordinary name.

Most federal people have most ordinary names, while those strange names are abnormal.

He is very interested in this grading proposed by Lanse. What they were discussing just now was the "scoring system," which is to give skilled workers a score by judging the workers' performance in professional skills.

One point to one hundred points. One point is just getting started, one hundred points is the best technology. Theoretically, no one will reach this level.

However, there are also some problems here that need continued discussion, and the grading system proposed by Lanse made him have some interest.

"Mr. Lanse, you can talk about it, we can discuss it."

Lanse didn't be humble and opened his mouth directly. "We divide different technical difficulties as divisions of different levels. For example... welder."

"If they can only skillfully use tools for welding, then this is a skilled worker."

"Being able to weld two materials that are not completely connected together flatly, this is a first-level skilled worker."

"If this crack continues to increase, or the material becomes more difficult to handle, then the level of technology will increase accordingly."

"In the end, they can weld two different materials that exist at least ten centimeters together, and all aspects meet the process standards, then this is the highest-level professional skill."

"Of course, I am just giving an example. I don't know if the difficulty of doing so can be measured, but I think this is more reasonable than scoring."

"Because we cannot score every kind of technique, but we can judge whether they are qualified according to whether they can do something."

Lanse's words seemed to push open a door, letting them see a new world.

"Mr. Lanse said it very correctly. Sometimes when we choose workers, the standard is often 'whether he can do something' to recommend them."

"This is actually a kind of grading system. We have already been using it, but no one can summarize it!"

"Mr. Lanse, you have a wise brain. This method is very convenient and also very intuitive."

The more Brian thought, the more he felt that the feasibility was very high. Not only did it solve some drawbacks of the scoring system, but it also completely divided the levels.

He couldn't wait to share this harvest with the people of the Labor Federation!

"I think the feasibility of this method is very high.", President Sikaote echoed from the side, as if he really had been thinking about the significance and value of doing so.

He looked at Woen, and then looked at Lanse, asking with a somewhat tentative tone, "Why don't we try it out on our side first, what do you think?"

The Commissioner of the General Union also kept nodding. "This is a good suggestion. Let's implement it first. If there are any problems, we can also discover them in time, which is convenient for the brothers of the Labor Federation to improve and adjust."

Brian knew very clearly the purpose of them doing this. It was nothing more than hoping to obtain "first-mover" advantage, so as to bring them better-looking resumes.

And this grading system will most likely become the general grading system of the Labor Federation, so they can completely use "founder of the grading system" to put a new label on themselves and obtain a large amount of political benefits from it.

Although thinking this way is indeed a bit... inappropriate, how can one maliciously harbor worker brothers?

But now some management levels of the Labor Federation and the union indeed have some corruption phenomena. Their power is too great, and even capitalists have to make concessions when necessary.

This makes them possess the value of being corrupted by capitalists, and the means of capitalists are so extreme. Not everyone can resist this temptation.

Brian thought for a while, but still decided to hand it over to the Labor Federation for discussion. "I think unified implementation is better..."

He rejected President Sikaote's decision. Although President Sikaote is the President, in front of the Vice President of the State Labor Federation, he indeed cannot get an equal status.

The third day's competitive assembly ended completely in the morning. Vice President Brian delivered an address for the end of the competitive assembly. He talked about many things, especially the problem of workers' skills.

Perhaps after the safety of the second day, the number of people watching on the third day increased quite a bit.

He gave some examples, examples of workers who successfully realized the federal dream.

These workers are actually not a minority, but some people quickly disappeared from people's sight, but it doesn't mean they are not.

These people mostly have the same characteristic: they are very passionate about their work skills, and even after getting off work, they will study their work skills.

When a thing is done to the extreme, one will discover a new world.

These people either improved the production process or invented some patents, thereby obtaining the opportunity to realize class leap.

Although some dock workers under the stage rolled their eyes and complained to their colleagues that they shouldn't be able to wipe out any patents in their lifetime, the ship-wiping workers around couldn't help but start joking.

This kind of address that irrigates the soul is at least not annoying!

When Vice President Brian was about to leave, Lanse took a cowhide bag and went to find him. The two closed the door and chatted for a good while. Afterwards, Lanse left empty-handed.

When Vice President Brian came out, nothing different could be seen from his face, as if the matter just now hadn't happened at all, and Lanse hadn't left anything for him.

The three-day imperfect competitive assembly finally came to an end. What makes people feel strange, and not feel strange, is that there were not many media reports about the shooting incident that happened at the docks.

There were even fewer reports about the increasingly chaotic Jincheng.

In these two days, Bill called Lanse, apologized to him, and also invited him to eliminate the Wolf Gang together, but Lanse used "need to operate the Imperial District well" as a reason and didn't pay attention to him.

In Lanse's plan, when he is ready, he wants to clean up the Red Dog Gang together!

On Saturday, he attended the weekend gathering. This time he didn't come by himself, but also brought a person, William.

Quite a few Imperial people know William, and some people took the initiative to greet him. This is also the first time Lanse attended with William on such a formal occasion. Everyone who saw this scene already understood Lanse's meaning.

He supports William to become a councilor of the Imperial District!

"Patricia and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. If there are no accidents, I will most likely marry her."

"So William will become my wife's father, then I should naturally support him, not Mr. Qiaobafu."

"Standing from my perspective, I believe William knows better than Mr. Qiaobafu how to help us achieve some goals we have always longed for but cannot achieve."

"For example, the schooling problem, the employment problem..."

These are all problems that the public is very concerned about. People who can come here to participate in the gathering on Saturday are those... who have a little influence, but not much.

They can be said to have a considerable part of the middle class in the Imperial District. This description sounds a bit strange, like the role of picking generals among dwarfs.

But the facts are also like this. Except for people who come to mix food and drink, others can come to participate in socializing, which means they at least have a stable life, as well as a basic environment for socializing.

William knew it was time for him to speak. He took a step forward and began to advocate his views to the public.

About building more high schools, about the problem of how to increase the employment rate, everyone is very concerned about these

This was not a political gathering, so William did not say too much; he simply ended his speech after briefly outlining his few core points.

Many people approved of his views because they were based on practical reality; conversely, some of the very generic concepts Mr. Qiaobafu talked about failed to interest them at all.

"I can see that people respect you very much," William said, walking over with a glass of fruit juice, his mouth dry. Prohibition meant that alcohol was no longer available here, but people didn't have much to complain about.

Drinking in the morning is not a good habit.

Lans appeared very calm. "When you don't do things that hurt others, they will respect you. If you do a little more for their benefit, they will hold you in high regard."

It was a very ordinary piece of dialogue, but it gave William a different kind of feeling, like a very plain truth.

It sounded very average at first, but after chewing on it for a while, a bolt of lightning would strike in your brain!

William felt that Lans was a very interesting person; he was like a treasure, and as long as you kept digging, he would always give you some surprises.

When the gathering was about to end, the priest ran over; he clearly had something to say to Lans.

William found an excuse to leave for a moment; this was the most basic social etiquette.

"Mr. Qiaobafu has not continued to provide the funds needed for the gathering, so... I don't know how to say this." The priest seemed a bit embarrassed; after all, he was here to ask for money.

Lans paused for a moment. "Did he forget?"

The priest shook his head. "Actually, he hasn't come for three weeks in a row, and he hasn't talked to me about the expenses either. In the past, he would transfer a sum of money at the beginning of every month, but now it's almost the end of the month, and he hasn't mentioned this matter at all."

He carefully glanced at Lans. "There are rumors that he has fallen out with many people, including you, Mr. Lans..."

In fact, he didn't need to probe so cautiously at all; he could confidently drop the word "rumor." Mr. Qiaobafu had indeed fallen out with Lans.

The conflict between the two sides was irreconcilable. To deal with the bank run caused by distrust, Mr. Qiaobafu had sold off a portion of his bonds in advance, which caused him to lose a lot of money.

The current situation at Jin Da Bank was also not optimistic; if it happened again, he might not be able to hold on.

He seemed to have no way back now and could only walk down this one path. During this time, besides socializing with the mayor, he had been giving speeches everywhere.

He had come to see becoming a municipal councilor for the Imperial District as his chance to turn things around. There were many members of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce at the gathering, and he didn't care about this gathering at all now, simply not showing up.

Lans took out his checkbook and signed a check for the priest. "For next month's expenses, plus some venue usage fees and the cost of disturbing God's rest. I hope God won't think it's too little."

The priest's eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at the check. "You are a devout believer; God will understand you, Mr. Lans!"

Lans added a remark that was not without malicious irony: "Can God understand what the numbers written on the check represent?"

The priest laughed indifferently and said, "God is omnipotent, Mr. Lans!"

As he said this, he put the check into his pocket. If there really were a God, and if God were truly omnipotent, He should strike down a bolt of lightning right now and blast the priest to death.

After the small interlude ended, Lans left with William. Today was the weekend, and Lans was going to spend it with Patricia.

Emotion is a strange thing. Why do so many men or women like their significant others to be more innocent?

It's not that they think innocence is necessarily good; it's just that the innocent are easier to deceive.

Of course, this is not to say that Lans was deceiving Patricia; he truly liked this relatively innocent girl. When the two were together, they didn't feel exhausted; instead, they felt very relaxed.

This is what emotional life requires. If you become miserable and exhausted because you fall in love with someone, and you have to rack your brains all day long on how to please the other person...

Then you are just a simple sycophant, and this is not love, because sycophants cannot possess love!

Lans had lunch at William's house, and Emily had prepared a large table of dishes again.

Recently, many talkies had begun to be released in concentration, and going to see a movie together was part of Lans and Patricia's afternoon itinerary.

"I heard you also invested in a movie?" Emily was very interested in this. "Do you think I could act in a movie?"

She even struck a few poses, imagining herself as an actress.

Lans looked for a moment, nodded, and said, "You have excellent conditions, Emily. You are beautiful, and you keep your figure very well. If you are willing to film, I believe there will be people who watch."

"But whether you can become a star, I'm not sure about that. For everyone who can become a star, besides their own efforts, luck is even more important!"

Emily repeated, "Luck?"

Lans nodded again. "There are many movies being filmed in Creek Valley City right now. You can see those beautiful girls or handsome men when you walk down the street, but the vast majority of them will eventually only become ordinary actors, not stars."

"Even among people who are equally beautiful, some make you like them at a glance, while others don't look good even if you look at them several times. That's the principle."

"You have to have the audience's favor; this has nothing to do with whether you are good-looking or have a good figure. The moment they see you for the first time, they decide whether they like you or not."

Patricia looked at Lans with great admiration. "You know so much!"

Lans shrugged. "I'm just speaking from the perspective of an audience member."

William put down his knife and fork. "I've said it before, you're actually not very suited for acting in movies."

Emily was unwilling to give up; this was one of the few things she had been so passionate about in recent years. "I still want to try."

Lans agreed this time. "No problem. After my movie is released, I will start preparing for the next one."

William felt a bit strange. "You have so much confidence in the movie's box office?"

Lans smiled mysteriously. "More than just confidence?"

William could feel that there was more to Lans's words, but he didn't know what it meant.

After lunch, Lans and Patricia left the house together. They went to the cinema as planned; there was a cinema not far from the community where the Lawrence family lived, and they walked there.

"Do you think... I could act in a movie too?" Patricia, like most girls, had various dreams.

Lans ruffled her hair. "Of course, you will become a screen goddess!"

"You make me shy, Lans. You always praise me like this; I'll be embarrassed." Although she said that, one could tell from the bright smile on her face that Lans's praise made her very happy.

Who could refuse the sweet words of someone they like?

"I'm just stating the facts; I don't like to lie."

The girl hugged his arm happily. "My colleagues want to invite you to dinner; they all really want to meet you."

Lans had picked her up several times, and Patricia's colleagues had all seen him, but they didn't know who Lans was; Patricia hadn't revealed it to them.

On one hand, this was her private life, and she didn't want her colleagues to intervene, even if they were good friends.

On the other hand, she hadn't communicated with Lans about it either.

Recently, their relationship had been heating up very quickly, reaching the point of physical intimacy, so some of her thoughts had changed.

Lans agreed. "I'll treat them to dinner; after all, they've taken good care of you until you found me."

"You pick a place; don't worry about the cost. You know, money is just a number to me."

This was truly not Lans bragging. In this era where the average monthly income was only about forty dollars, his daily income was hundreds or thousands of times that amount.

No matter how good a meal was, a few hundred or a thousand dollars was just a small sum.

Sometimes time becomes very fast at specific moments, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the cinema.

After buying tickets, the two found their seats and began to enjoy the movie.

There were many people in the cinema, and it was almost full. Compared to Patricia, whose attention was focused on the screen, Lans was thinking about pushing for the acquisition of cinemas as soon as possible.

He had already acquired several plots of land and was in the process of building, but that speed was far from enough. He had to acquire more cinemas more quickly, preferably finished ones that could be used immediately.

The movie reached its finale, a tragic ending, and Lans could hear the sobbing of many girls.

In his view, this fifty-minute movie was a bit inexplicable, but perhaps it wasn't meant for people like Lans.