I am Fugui

Chapter 257 Workers' Meals
Summer goes to autumn.

Autumn in the capital is still clearly visible. The fallen leaves on the ground are like a symbol of autumn. With the dry wind blowing, the leaves fall off overnight.

Three months passed quickly, and Xu Fugui's family gradually adapted to life in the capital.

Today's weather is good, the autumn is crisp, the sun is shining brightly, the weather is neither cold nor hot, and it is also the day after the autumn harvest. Everyone is beaming.

In a spacious office in the office building of Shougang Dachang, Xu Fugui, wearing a neat Chinese tunic suit and a large silver watch, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a newspaper in his hand, and a cup of hot tea beside him.

The expression on his face was comfortable, and he was so relaxed and happy.

In the past three months, he has done almost nothing, and has been familiarizing himself with the environment and working mechanism of the Shougang Plant.

The scale of the Shougang Factory is very large. It is a large factory in the entire capital, including all regions of the country. It is a heavy industry, mainly producing pig iron, and also rolling steel, steelmaking and so on.

The larger the scale, the more difficult it is to manage. It is mainly divided into production department, finance department, technology department, transportation department, logistics department, security department, publicity department, personnel department and so on.

The most important department is naturally the production department, which is directly responsible to the factory manager.

What Xu Fugui focuses on is naturally the logistics department. The logistics department is mainly responsible for the canteen, accommodation, maintenance, and storage, which is probably the basic necessities of the workers. Anyway, the scope of work is quite large.

After three months of understanding, he is probably familiar with the work content and member structure of the logistics department, and he has not found any problems so far, so he has nothing to do.

There are several other deputy directors to do anything. He only needs to sign, hold meetings, and conduct routine inspections.

The subordinates seemed to be so happy too, they were secretly afraid that they would meddle indiscriminately and mess things up.

Putting down the newspaper, Xu Fugui took a sip of tea, raised his wrist to check the time, it was almost noon, he got up and walked towards the cafeteria.

The scale of the current Shougang Plant is not as exaggerated as that of later generations, but it is still about two square kilometers.

With such a large area, there are a total of five canteens in the factory area, which are located in the east, west, north, and south respectively. The Chinese canteen is next to the office building.

Xu Fugui walked into the back kitchen of the cafeteria with a gentle smile on his face, where the lunch was in full swing. When the chefs saw him, they hurriedly greeted him, took out cigarettes and handed them to him.

These cigarettes were not high-end products, so Xu Fugui followed, casually asked what he had for lunch today, and then checked the ingredients in the cafeteria, they were hygienic.

As the director of the logistics department, in the process of familiarizing himself with the work, he would not have done nothing.

It is no problem to keep the canteen clean and hygienic, and to ensure the freshness of the ingredients.

After inspecting the cafeteria, Xu Fugui took another look at several warehouses. Wherever he went, except for the managers, the workers hardly recognized him.

There is no way, the factory is too big, there are many leaders, he has not been here for a long time, and he does not have much direct contact with the workers. Naturally, these workers do not know who he is.

But looking at him dressed as a leader, I still give him enough respect, and I will say hello to the leader when I meet him.

After checking several warehouses, there were no problems, so he went back to the cafeteria, took out two lunch boxes, and the master chef skillfully filled him with small-scale meals.

"Remember the meal money, it's due at the end of the month." Xu Fugui took the lunch box and said with a smile.

The master nodded, "Remember, please eat well, director, and you'd better give me some advice."

"Master, there is nothing picky about your craftsmanship, just one word, Xiang, then I will go first, you are busy, remember to treat the workers with a better attitude."

"Haha, sir, please go."

Walking out of the cafeteria, after a while, there was a sharp bell sound from the tin horn, and then, workers poured out of the major factories.

In the crisp autumn weather, these workers are generally men, all sweating profusely, with pale faces, dirty clothes, and visible fatigue in their eyes, dragging their tired bodies towards the cafeteria.

The work in the steel factory is basically heavy work. Although these workers go out to be respected by others, they are really tired when they work. Their dedication is real.

Xu Fugui stood where he was, watching the tired workers walk into the cafeteria. When some workers passed by, they looked at him curiously. Looking at the Chinese tunic suit on his body, there was a trace of awe in their eyes. They didn't dare to look more, and walked into the cafeteria with their lunch boxes. .

Meals in the cafeteria also cost money, but compared to restaurants outside, the price is much, much cheaper.

There are also high-grade meals, but this era is poor, and even if these workers do physical work, few dare to ask for meat.

Xu Fugui suddenly felt sad. These workers consume so much physical strength every day, but they eat clear soup with little water. How can their bodies bear it?
As the director of the logistics department, is he obliged to solve these problems?
Thinking of this, Xu Fugui fell into deep thought, what can he do if he wants to improve the food standard of the workers?
"Fugui, what are you doing here?" A tall middle-aged man came over, with dark skin, a square face, straight back, upright, and a rare smile on his face when he saw him.

This is the factory of the Shougang Plant, surnamed Zuo, called Zuo Shanhe.

Xu Fugui came to his senses, "Factory Manager, I'm thinking about something, are you going to eat?"

Zuo Shanhe patted him on the shoulder affectionately, he was half a head taller than Xu Fugui, and a little shorter than Laishun, "Well, I'm going to eat, why are you so absorbed in your thoughts, tell me, By the way, you can still get used to it in the factory."

"I'm used to it. I'm not used to sitting in an office." Xu Fugui joked, and then talked about the workers' food problem.

After hearing this, Zuo Shanhe sighed, "Someone has raised this issue a long time ago. The workers do all physical work, so the food should really be improved."

"But you know the current conditions of Guojia. There is less meat and less oil everywhere, and the funds for the cafeteria are fixed. We haven't thought of any solution yet. Fugui, do you have an idea?"

Xu Fugui shook his head and said honestly, "No."

Zuo Shanhe was not disappointed either, "You have this kind of heart for the workers, it's already very good, don't eat, let's go, let's go to eat together."

Xu Fugui gestured to the lunch box in his hand, "I'll find Jiazhen to eat with me."

Zuo Shanhe knew who Jiazhen was, and had met several times, and had a good impression, so he nodded, "Sure, let's go, don't forget there is a meeting tomorrow, all department directors are required to attend."

Xu Fugui agreed, watched the left factory manager leave, and then walked towards the office building, where the finance department was also located.

Back in my office, Jiazhen was already waiting inside.
(End of this chapter)