Siheyuan: I'm not the one who takes the blame

Chapter 48 Punishing Yi Zhonghai

The news that Yi Zhonghai's finger was cut in the workshop spread, and both Director Yang and Deputy Director Li were alarmed.

The two rushed to the workshop in a hurry.

Many workers took the initiative to say hello.

It's a pity that neither of them has the heart to deal with it.

When they came to the cutting machine operated by Yi Zhonghai, their faces darkened.

The blood on the cutting machine had dried, but it still looked a bit oozing.

The workshop director carefully reported to the two factory directors.

Factory Director Yang looked at the workshop director with a sad face and ordered: "Go and call the workshop maintenance master."

The workshop director breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to call someone.

Factory Director Yang turned his head to look at Deputy Factory Director Li, who also had an ugly face, and asked, "Old Li, what do you think?"

"When a worker has an accident, it's either a machine problem or a human problem." Deputy Director Li expressed his opinion.

Although he and Director Yang didn't deal with each other, he was still reliable in the face of big issues like right and wrong in the factory.

Director Yang nodded and his expression softened.

But what Deputy Director Li said next made Director Yang's face, which had just improved, turn ugly.

Deputy Director Li snorted coldly and said in a loud voice: "Director Yang, I remember that Master Yi applied for the position of deputy workshop director several times, but he was unsuccessful."

"Tell me, in this accident, did he deliberately give us a blow?"

"How about checking the quality of his products today."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the factory manager Yang, the workshop director who hurried over also turned ugly.

The workers around were whispering to each other.

"Are you saying that Squad Leader Yi really wants to show off to the factory director?"

"That's not certain. After all, the squad leader is an eighth-level fitter, the only one in the entire steel rolling mill. He can't even be the workshop director. It's normal to have a temper."

"Bah, what did you two say? Come on, Squad Leader Yi, he's not that kind of person."

"Yes, you are slandering Squad Leader Yi!"

"..."

The workers quarreled, and Director Yang's face became more and more ugly.

He glanced at the maintenance master and shouted: "Master Ma, can you see if this machine can still be used?"

"Okay, Director Yang." Master Ma, wearing work clothes with oil marks all over his body, reached out to wipe the blood on the cutting machine and started cutting products.

After cutting four or five times in a row, Master Ma turned off the machine.

He handed over the product in his hand and said very respectfully: "Director Yang, Deputy Director Li, you two take a look at the product. There is no problem with the machine."

Factory Director Yang and Deputy Factory Director Li respectively reached out and took the products from Master Ma.

After a while, both of them looked gloomy.

"What a good Yi Zhonghai, he actually resorted to a bitter trick." Deputy Director Li scolded him directly, "Isn't it because the workshop director was not evaluated this time that he has such a bad temper!"

The workers present were dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the upright and kind-hearted squad leader actually cut off his finger because of the workshop director.

Good guy, is this still the squad leader in their eyes?
Factory Director Yang looked at the workshop director and ordered: "Bring him the products from this morning."

The workshop director trotted away.

After a while, he came over with a box in his arms.

Several people took the product out of the box and looked at it.

Watch as they are thrown away one by one. At the end, the floor is covered with products, but there is not a single one in the box.

Factory Director Yang suppressed his anger and angrily said: "The criticism was announced to the whole audience. Yi Zhonghai was demoted from the position of squad leader and was demoted to the sixth level of fitter."

This is a broken finger. It is definitely not as flexible as before.

He was not fired directly because of his many years of work.

Director Yang sent a message, and Deputy Director Li immediately went to implement it.As soon as the two factory directors left, the workers in the workshop came forward and picked up the defective products on the ground and looked at them.

The man who had originally been fighting for Yi Zhonghai was speechless now.

There is really something wrong with the product.

The workshop director dispersed the workers and felt relieved.

Yi Zhonghai is the only eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill, and he has always been worried.

I'm afraid that one day Yi Zhonghai will come and squeeze him out.

Now that it's over, Yi Zhonghai commits suicide and will never be the director in his life.

Yi Zhonghai was criticized by the entire audience, and his position as squad leader was also removed.

And he was reduced from level eight fitter to level six.

The whole factory was talking about it.

Qin Huairu was extremely anxious.

The uncle's salary has been reduced. Can he still fulfill his promise to give her ten yuan and one hundred pounds of flour every month?
When Yi Zhonghai returned to the rolling mill from the hospital, he found that the way the workers looked at him had changed.

That contemptuous and mocking look in his eyes made him very uncomfortable.

Yi Zhonghai went to the workshop director to ask.

It's a pity that people didn't pay attention at all.

In desperation, Yi Zhonghai could only go to Qin Huairu.

Standing next to Qin Huairu, Yi Zhonghai's face was pale and he asked anxiously: "What happened? Why are the workers so attitude?"

Qin Huairu's face was filled with confusion. After much hesitation, she decided to tell Yi Zhonghai.

"Master, your position as squad leader was demoted by the factory director, and you were demoted from level eight fitter to level six." Qin Huairu told the story over his shoulder.

Yi Zhonghai's face was blue and purple, which was ugly.

He understands that he has the position of squad leader.

But what happened to demoting him from level eight fitter to level six?

Yi Zhonghai was furious, "I'll go find Director Yang to argue!"

Seeing the uncle leave angrily, Qin Huairu felt secretly happy in her heart.

She hoped that Mr. Yi could resume his work as an eighth-level fitter, so that he would not have to worry about money when supporting their family.

You must know that the salary of an eighth-level fitter is 99 yuan.

But a level six fitter only costs 75 yuan.

With the money suddenly reduced by more than 20 yuan, can the uncle still be so generous to their family?
dong dong dong...

Yi Zhonghai stood at the door of the factory director's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door fiercely.

It could be seen from the knock on the door that he was very angry.

In the office, Director Yang said, "Please come in" without raising his head.

Yi Zhonghai opened the office door and strode in.

His hand was still wrapped with white gauze, which was really the index finger of his right hand.

Director Yang looked up from the document and his face darkened when he saw it was Yi Zhonghai.

"Master Yi, if you don't take a good rest, what are you doing in the factory?"

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai became even more anxious, "Director Yang, I have been working in the factory for so many years, and I was promoted to the eighth level of fitter, so you are downgraded?"

Director Yang was also very angry. Looking at Yi Zhonghai's injured finger, his eyes were filled with coldness.

"Master Yi, let's not mention that you cut off your own finger with the bitter meat trick. Do you know how much damage you caused to the factory with the defective products you made today?"

"Also, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell me directly. Is it worthwhile to cut off one of your fingers just for the position of deputy director of the workshop?"

　This ghostly weather, everyone pay attention to keep warm.

　　Yesterday, Tan Liang didn't wear a coat, and now my throat has started to hurt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)