Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 23 Canteen Farce
At this stage, the whole country is striving to catch up with foreign powers. As the heart of the country, the capital, as the capital's leading steel rolling mill, naturally has a lot of work tasks.

In the morning, Wei Ping'an completed three eight-level pieces, exceeding the amount of today's tasks.

Two of them are precision parts that were separated a few days ago, requiring an error ratio of more than three digits.

I heard that Master Yi Zhonghai from the first workshop completed it twice, but the delivery failed to meet the standard. It was originally given to Master Liu Dazhuang from the third workshop.

Master Liu completed it once by hand, with 7 damaged parts, a little less than Yi Zhonghai, but it did not meet the above requirements.

Liu Dazhuang hand-picked Wei Pingan, and it has been two days since he got this task. Today, he is in a good mood, and Wei Pingan spent more than two hours to complete it.

Another was a part handed over by the rolling mill's auto repair crew.

Because the task is heavy and the freight pressure is also high, I heard that the auto repair team is always on the axis, and the military order is issued, and they will desperately try to piece together another large truck from the scrapped vehicles.

To restore normal precision parts from damaged parts, ordinary eighth-level masters dare not take on this job.

But when Wei Pingan knew about it, he took the initiative to ask for help and accepted it.

The eighth-level fitter belongs to the ceiling of the fitter industry.

But among the eighth levels, there are also high and low points.

One is to barely reach the eighth level. After the goal is achieved, the heart is discouraged, and the skill will either be maintained, or it will regress with the state of eyesight and physical strength.

For example, Yi Zhonghai.

The other is to reach the eighth level and keep improving, but limited by some factors, it is difficult to move forward, and there will be some progress with perseverance.

For example, Liu Dazhuang.

This is also the reason why Liu Dazhuang is the first of the eighth-level fitters in the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant.

There is another kind, that is, talented players, such as Wei Ping'an.

Although the superficial level is only level seven, the ability is actually the peak of level eight.

This peak is not the peak of the traditional eight-level fitter, but the peak of human beings.

Produced by the system, never flicker.

Just like an exam, some people can get 100 points because their ability has reached the standard of [-] points.

And some people take the test with 100 points because the highest score on the paper is only [-] points.

Wei Pingan belongs to the latter.

If we compare Wei Pingan and Yi Zhonghai at this time in terms of energy, the gap between Liu Dazhuang and Liu Dazhuang is about one and a half.

The bell rang for the noon break, and Wei Pingan took the lunch box to the cafeteria to get lunch.

Today, Anyang was sick and asked for leave, so there was no apprentice to run errands for him.

Strictly speaking, Ding Lijun and Zhang Baoqiang are apprentices leading art investment teachers, while Anyang is the real apprentice, who is to be a son-in-law in this day and age.

Wei Pingan came to the cafeteria, which was already overcrowded.

Now that the workload is increasing, and there is not enough oil and water, the workers who do manual work are particularly vulnerable to hunger.

There are two dining windows in the window, and Wei Pingan saw He Yuzhu in the left window from a distance, so he went directly to the right.

When there were two people in front of him, He Yuzhu rolled his eyes and yelled to change with the cook in the right row.

"Three steamed buns, one cabbage."

With a calm expression, Wei Pingan handed over the ticket.

The meal tickets in the factory are specially made, and they are only used in the canteen of the rolling mill, and they contain money and food tickets.

He Yuzhu curled his lips and gave Wei Pingan three steamed buns.

When ordering food, it seemed to be suffering from Parkinson's syndrome. His wrist and elbow shook several times, and what was buckled into Wei Pingan's brass-colored lunch box left only a little clear soup and little water.

"What are you looking at, hurry up, next one."

pat.

Wei Pingan put down the lunch box.

"you sure?"

"What's the matter? Why do you have to fill up a meal for you? Don't say you are a seventh-level worker, even if you are an eighth-level teacher, it is the same when you come to my cafeteria. Get out of the way quickly, don't get in the way of others. Fan, good dogs don’t block you, you know?”

Wei Ping'an's eyes were calm, and he stared at He Yuzhu for several seconds.

Nod, turn around and get out of the way.

He Yuzhu felt a little guilty when Wei Pingan looked at him.

He just didn't like Wei Ping'an's extremely calm look, and the feeling that everything was under control made He Yuzhu very uncomfortable.

In particular, the matchmaker took the initiative to come to his door to propose marriage to him but did not take the initiative to come to find herself.

He Yuzhu was the most angry.

They are all alone, and he is still one of the eight members, so why should he, Wei Pingan, have to be better than himself.

Feeling angry, I wanted to suppress him, wanted to see him helpless, wanted to see him suffer and get angry, but there was nothing I could do.

He Yuzhu's thinking was very simple, as if Wei Ping'an's discomfort was used to achieve his goal of being at ease.

"Director Li, I want to report something to you. He Yuzhu from the No. [-] canteen severely damaged the enthusiasm of the workers in the rolling mill, and is suspected of pouring cold water on the prosperous work enthusiasm of our factory..."

Cultural people are never cautious when speaking, a few hats are buckled towards Dali, and the director of the cafeteria is frightened.

How come, this has risen to destroy the main body of national construction?
The director of the cafeteria reported it to the logistics supervisor, and then urgently reported it to Director Yang.

Recently, we are doing our best to focus on production, and everything has to make way for the production tasks in the workshop. The factory manager Yang is in charge of production. After learning the news, he attaches great importance to it and personally brings people to the third canteen.

At this time, He Yuzhu was still cooking meals for the workers who lined up.

If it looks pleasing to the eye, just level the spoon, and if it is not pleasing to the eye, shake it.

Although not as exaggerated as Wei Ping'an, the weight can make some workers scold their mothers.

After suppressing Wei Ping'an, He Yuzhu was in a good mood and had a clear understanding of the rights in his hands.

To put it simply, it is a little inflated and a little flying.

Until Director Yang brought people over.

That gloomy face made He Yuzhu's heart skip a beat.

Subconsciously, I felt that something was wrong with me.

"What's going on? Master Wei, tell me."

"One serving of cabbage and three steamed buns. Director Yang, take a look..."

Wei Pingan handed over his own lunch box. When it was laid flat, the bottom of the lunch box could be seen. It was only a few slices of cabbage and half a teaspoon of water.

The steamed bun, Wei Ping'an, was in his hand.

Director Yang turned his head and looked at He Yuzhu.

"Who made this meal?"

"He Yuzhu from the Three Canteens."

Director Yang frowned.

"Who else doesn't have enough food? Stand up and let me see."

"Director Yang, many workers have been treated unfairly in the cafeteria, but if they stand up today and are targeted again in the future, those of us who stand up will suffer. After all, you are a big leader, and it is impossible for you to stand up every day. Are you all staring at the cafeteria?"

"Oh? Master Wei, what can you do? Tell me."

Director Yang pondered for 2 seconds before asking back.

As the leader of a factory with ten thousand people, Director Yang is naturally not a show.

"Put a fair bowl at the window, one serving per bowl. The canteen cooks put the food into the bowl according to the number of servings. We pour it into the lunch box ourselves. For steamed buns, it is recommended to put a fair scale and set the minimum portion according to the food stamp..."

On the way to report, um, or when He Yuzhu moved in front of Wei Pingan, Wei Pingan had already figured out a solution.

Although I don't want to cause trouble, I am not afraid of it.

If you stretch out your claws, you will have the consciousness of being cut off.

Wei Pingan didn't bother to take advantage of the cafeteria's work to make people more convenient, but if it happened to him, it would cut off his future thoughts.

It doesn't matter if you don't give the rights that this kind of position brings.

Hearing Wei Ping'an's suggestion, there was a buzzing sound inside and outside the cafeteria, which was the sound of whispering.

Not long after, the applause of the workers automatically sounded, and the shouts came and went one after another.

This method won the hearts of the people, but the faces of the staff and help cooks in the cafeteria were more than half darkened.

Cooking is a technical job.

The meals for thousands of people in the whole factory are all prepared in fixed quantities. Every time they make too many consumables, they will make mistakes, and if there are too few, the workers will definitely make trouble...

Just rely on fine-tuning when cooking on weekdays.

And if the workers cook less, they will have more leftovers, and they can eat more. Seeing that this treatment is about to disappear...

The cafeteria was originally a good job, if you really want to do this in the future, not only will the benefits be lost, but it will also add a lot of pressure.

The control of the ingredients, the grasp of the portion of the meal...

The head chef's eyes were red.

Just as he was about to speak, the logistics director shook his head at him imperceptibly.

The so-called people don't raise officials and don't investigate, Factory Director Yang is also being roasted on the fire.

If this is not agreed, how to appease the workers brothers?They will have to fight hard in the future.

Yi Zhonghai stood among the crowd, looked at Sha Zhu who was about to be set on fire, and sighed.

Silly Zhu's next days in the cafeteria are obvious.And Wei Ping'an, who was in the limelight in front of the leaders, was also a loser among the workers.

(End of this chapter)