The booming era begins with private customization

Chapter 430: The Tough Yan Bugui [ words]

“That’s the truth.

As for Li Mao in the courtyard? I don't think he is a nosy person. As long as we don't mess around and don't involve his family, I don't think there will be any problems. "

The deaf old lady uttered a sound silently. The voice was not loud, but it was deafening to Yi Zhonghai's ears.

"Did the old lady notice it?!"

‘No, it’s impossible! ’

As soon as the panic in his heart arose, Yi Zhonghai forced himself to calm down.

No matter what, the most important thing right now is not Li Mao!
"In this case, the old lady will have to move to the middle courtyard as soon as possible. I am also a little annoyed by that Cui Dake."

Yi Zhonghai clasped his hands together and whispered, "We also need to think of a way to deal with Banggeng."

He raised his eyelids, and his dark eyes turned slightly: "You can make your own decisions on these matters.

The old lady is already so old, it’s time for her to take good care of her health.

That's all. There's nothing else. You can go back first."

He closed his eyes, his hands still pressing on the crutches, and his body, which had been leaning forward, now seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden and leaned against the backrest in relaxation.

Yi Zhonghai did not speak, but turned and left with his head down. He paused at the threshold and pulled open the door, casting a long shadow on the ground:

"What the old lady said is true. We are all old. Some things will only become more difficult if we delay them any longer."

No one responded, or rather, from the moment these words were spoken, the two of them already understood the details of the situation.

Whether you say it or not, it's all the same.

The bright moon rotates and rises and falls beautifully.

Before the silver disk in the sky had time to completely fall, the golden color with a hint of purple in the early morning air had already squeezed up from the other side impatiently.

The lingering purple mist, wrapped in the golden edge, looks particularly strange.

After getting up so early for so many years, Li Mao could only remember one or two times when there was purple mist.

Or when I was in school, I had to get up early and rush on the road.

Now that I am in their shoes, and I hear the same shock again, the emotion in my heart is even more difficult to express in words.

After all, a person's ability is limited.

Being a foresighted person is only a little better than others.

After all, the real situation hidden in the fog cannot be judged clearly just by knowing some directions.

Machinery shop, office.

Liu Haizhong was reporting the feedback from the factory workers in a serious tone: "Director, we can't delay any longer. The factory workers want to work overtime. If we delay any further, they will complain!"

Li Mao shook his head, feeling deeply moved. This was indeed the case for the first generation.

People like Yan Jiecheng who are cunning and treacherous are not tolerated by the collective in this era.

"Put it on a little longer. Your health is your most valuable asset."

Liu Haizhong couldn't guess what Li Mao was thinking, but as a worker himself, he could understand the thoughts of some factory workers:

"No, Director! We can't do our work like this!
Look at the steel mill next door. Not only is there no subsidy on weekdays, but overtime pay also has to go through layers of review and is delayed by one month.

But even so, they still work in shifts in the factory and don't let the machines stop.

How much money have they earned from the higher-ups?

They are all working so hard, so we, the ones who are really carrying the responsibilities, have to work our ass off to overcome them, right?

Foreign exchange is precious right now, and I know that you, the factory director, care about the workers in our factory.

I know you are doing this for the good of us workers.

But this is the food we eat. If we work like this, the workers in our factory will be looked down upon by workers from other factories!

In fact, some people have been gossiping about the steel mill next door recently.

They say that the workers in our factory are ungrateful, receiving such good treatment but not working hard. Even though they have so many orders on hand, they rarely even work overtime at night.

Such behavior is a waste of resources!
There are even worse ones, saying if you can do it, then do it. If you can’t do it, then replace them! Not even overtime? If you can’t do it, then go to Haozi’s table!”

Even using a mouse as an analogy, how can this be a good word? !

As he spoke, there was even a hint of anxiety in Liu Hai's tone.

It can be heard that this rumor really touched the hearts of the workers in the factory.

They are not afraid to work.

But if they are looked down upon by others, they will feel uncomfortable.

Li Mao did not respond. He just spread his fingertips and supported his joints, then opened the locked drawer and pulled out a notebook that was swollen because it was filled with writing and was frequently flipped through.

After turning to one of the pages, Li Mao's brows relaxed a little.

“Let the Propaganda Department issue a questionnaire and ask the factory workers how much overtime they are willing to work every day.

Then let the logistics department communicate with the canteen. Although overtime is overtime, the overtime pay must be sufficient, and the late-night canteen must also keep up.

We cannot allow factory workers to work overtime and then not have anything to eat at the end of the day.”

As soon as Li Mao said this, Liu Haizhong immediately responded happily: "Well, it's good that the factory director agrees.

I am in charge of the workshop. Director, you can ask Secretary Lou to arrange the logistics matters.

As for that questionnaire? I don't think we need to make a big fuss about it.

I am in charge of the workshop, and I will talk to other workshops and ask them one by one and everything will be clear.”

"That's different."

Li Mao frowned and looked at Liu Haizhong who didn't grasp the point.

Compared to when he was a worker in the past, Liu Haizhong's ideological awareness has indeed improved a lot during this period.

But what about keeping up with the pace?

But it’s still a little bit worse.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we can grasp production and be loyal and obedient.

As his thoughts passed over this, Li Mao's gaze towards Liu Haizhong became relaxed.

As long as you don't have such high demands on him, daily work won't affect your mood:

“Some people shout loudly in front of you, but who knows what they are thinking behind your back?

If Director Liu were to ask each workshop one by one, the final result would definitely be three or four shifts, with people stopping but machines not.

But does this result make sense for our work?

No.

Being superficial is not conducive to the implementation of our ideas.

I won’t say more. Director Liu, please think about this carefully. As for the questionnaire?

I will arrange for someone to prepare it later. We will put a ballot box at the door and conduct a secret ballot to get a good feel for the thoughts of the workers in our factory workshop.

If we really want to work overtime, we naturally won't do anything about it.

At most, I just tried my best to provide some nourishment for the workers in the factory."

"Well, the factory director is still the factory director. His words are indeed insightful. I have seen many people who say one thing in front of others and another behind their backs!

I’ve seen a lot of it, and I’ve been tricked several times, but I just can’t remember anything.”

I raised my hand in annoyance and slapped my head which I had shaved to keep cool. There were a few stubbles on the bottom layer, and it felt very comfortable every time I rubbed it.

"It's okay, just learn slowly."

Li Mao didn't say much. After Liu Haizhong left, he asked Lou Xiao'e to call Yu Haitang over.

Lou Xiao'e was sent to keep watch at the door. After the two of them spent some time together in the room, they talked about work.

After all, it’s because the customs are different.

The workers, with shining eyes, worked extremely hard.

There is no need to wait until the end of the day to get off work. By the time of lunch, the ballot box next to the booth at the factory gate will already be filled to the brim.

In the afternoon, seeing that no one was going to vote, Li Mao simply sent someone to move the ballot box to the meeting room.

Yu Haitang, He Yushui and several people from the Propaganda Department were called up, along with Lou Xiaoe who had nothing to do, and they started counting in the conference room.

If we count this, it’s almost time to get off work.

Looking at the notes with records classified into different categories, Li Mao suddenly realized that his thinking was indeed somewhat different from that of other people of this era.

Although I have always had this feeling in my heart, when it comes to paper, the answers given by the data are always surprising.

“So many people want to work four shifts? There are even quite a few who want to work three shifts.

Besides these, how come some people still say that voluntary overtime work is free of pay? Voluntary overtime? What do they think of me?

Secretary Lou, go and inform the factory's workshop directors and worker representatives to prepare for the meeting.

This matter must be discussed in detail at the meeting!"

Lou Xiao'e took the order and left. Looking at the piles of notes stored in the conference room, her heart was filled with emotion.

This time was different from later times. In an era when illiteracy was the mainstream, even the workers in the machinery factory could not all write.

The better ones have attended literacy classes, can write their own names, and can sign a strange and separated name when receiving their salary.

The worst ones are those who can only write a number on the answer given in the questionnaire, and then write a few words that can only be understood implicitly at the end.

You know, Li Mao has never advocated the overtime system.

Life is not easy. The world is so big, it would be a shame if you don’t go around and see it.

We can’t deprive people of the time to take care of the elderly and raise the next generation.

If I wait until I close my eyes, my memory is either working overtime or working overtime. The few days off I had were also spent going out to see the crowds of people under the encouragement of various means.

Start in a hurry, end in a hurry, live for the sake of living, can't find a comfortable day in life, just thinking about it is suffering.

Not to mention, in the midst of all the hardship and busyness, there is no hope for the future.

This is the real despair.

Fortunately, as the big brother of workers at the social level, we have priority welfare and a bright future is just around the corner.

Li Mao could understand why the workers in the factory were motivated.

No matter how people in later generations evaluate it, at the end of the day, life was basically equal at that time.

There are people who live a rich life by their own ability, but there are not many who cannot live a good life even if they work hard. With balanced subsidies, the eyes of city dwellers are filled with hope for a better life.

after the meeting.

By arguing with reason, Li Mao finally moved the three-shift system, which dominated the mainstream voting results, to the four-shift system.

As for the more explicit subsidy plans, the factory workers shelved them due to concerns about the factory's financial situation and the decision to wait until the factory had more financial resources.

The only one that passed was the canteen which was on call 24 hours a day.

That’s right, since overtime work became the norm, the cafeteria of the machinery factory has also become a place where people cannot leave.

24 hours, morning, noon, and night, plus two midnight snacks.

You can’t leave people at every meal!
Compared with Li Mao who had a sad face.

The workers who received a notice from the factory to work overtime were as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

In the words of the workers in the factory, this way, compared with workers in other factories, they finally don't feel like they are just eating for free.

When I meet and chat with other workers in the factory, I can feel tough again.

Dragging my tired body back to the courtyard.

What was originally planned to take three days to complete was done in one day today.

Even though the factory presided over the voting, it still did not affect the negotiations with the steel rolling mill and the street office on the housing exchange.

When we returned to the courtyard, we found that Liang Ladi and the others from the middle courtyard had already moved to the front courtyard.

The moon gate connecting the backyard and the middle courtyard has been installed with two fitting solid wooden doors.

The wooden door, painted with tung oil, looks oily and heavy.

As for Lou Xiao'e, after the old lady in the back yard moved to the middle courtyard, she was able to live in the back yard as she wished.

After discussing with Yu Li, he thought about encouraging Li Mao to restore the backyard to its original appearance.

Not to mention demolishing the houses built in the corners, patios and other places in the back.

We also plan to use these rooms as public storage rooms and no longer plan to use them as residences.

For this purpose, Lou Xiao'e even prepared to encourage Ding Qiunan to apply for a room in the backyard to be used as a temporary infirmary to store some medical supplies.

If workers at the nearby machinery factory have a headache or fever on weekdays and it is inconvenient to go there at night, they can come here to get medicine.

What they say is the welfare of nearby workers.

But what was their real intention? In the final analysis, they still didn't want outsiders to enter their backyard.

As for them, they went back to ask the workers from the factory's housing management department to clean up the place. After they had cleaned up the back room, they planned to move to the back room.

This was Li Mao's backyard, and they lived there without a proper name or a right to speak their mind. In the second half of the night, they felt an uncontrollable emptiness in their hearts.

After finally finishing dinner, He Yushui's relatives had not left yet.

Yu Haitang also caught up with them.

After chatting for a while in his busy schedule, Li Mao, who was preparing to go to bed early to rest his spirit, suddenly heard a knock on the door in the yard.

Along with the knock on the door, there was also Yan Bugui's shouting.

Since he entered the machinery factory, Yan Bugui has been addressing Li Mao as the factory director, both inside and outside the factory.

As for those things that happened in the past when he was in obscurity, they seemed to have been forgotten and not mentioned at all.

"Director, this is Old Yan. I have something to report to you."

Yan Bugui knocked on the door.

Judging from the force of the rebound in my hand and the fact that the door opened by itself after I knocked twice, the door to the backyard was not locked at all.

If it were someone else, they might just push the door open and go in, and then knock on the door when they get to Li Mao's house.

But Yan Bugui is different. Since then, it has become the nominal housing compound for the staff of a machinery factory.

In Yan Bugui's mind, one has to knock on the door before entering.

Even if there was no such rule in the backyard originally, Yan Bugui had to establish this rule.

In other words, it is difficult to drive out the people from the Intermediate Court. Otherwise, Yan Bugui would even want to drive out Yi Zhonghai and others from the Intermediate Court and replace them with workers from the machinery factory!

By that time, maybe I could use the application for a gate guard position as an excuse to get my second child a job in the machinery factory after graduation.

The salary is not low and the benefits are good.

Less work, closer to home.

It’s such a good job that even Yan Bugui himself is tempted!

Of course, this is just a thought.

After all, Yan Bugui couldn't move against the people in the Central Courtyard, not to mention the two cross-courtyards in the east and west.

There are no capable people in there, but they just stay in the house and live their own lives. The old Zhou family is not someone that Yan Bugui can deal with.

Li Mao had just walked to the door and had no time to reply when he heard Sha Zhu's gritted out words: "Bah, you flatter me."

This indirect criticism immediately aroused Yan Bugui's anger.

Flatterer?!

Yan Bugui makes a living by his cooking skills! He makes a living by his talent for calculating!
Talking about work is considered flattery? Then who is Shazhu?
"Oh, who did I think it was? It turned out to be the idiot Zhu who made a big name for himself in our two factories.

What's the matter? Wasn't the reputation you got from being beaten up by your father at the factory enough? You want to do it again?
Lao He, Lao He, are you at home? If you are at home, come out and take care of things! To some extent, they are also the offspring of your Lao He family.

Are you from the steel mill also interested in the hustle and bustle of our machinery factory?"

Ever since he had the support of the factory, Yan Bugui, who used to be very timid, now speaks with confidence.

Faced with Sha Zhu's shouting, when he was a teacher in the past, even if he was right, Yan Bugui would definitely just take advantage of him verbally.

Not to mention being at a disadvantage, you certainly won't gain anything either.

It's a great thing to remember, and take a little revenge when you get the chance.

It will not be the same as it is now, where not only do they have the right but they refuse to back down and it looks like they are preparing to fight back.

While Yan Bugui was shouting, over there in the house of old He's, Widow Bai walked out of the house holding He Yunong's hand.

He didn't walk far, just walked to the steps at the door, and looked down at Sha Zhu:

"Let Master Yan know that our He Daqing has sent a message through someone, saying that he is the factory chef and will be on duty today.

There are only two of us in the room tonight.

Uncle Yan, if you have any questions, please tell me directly. If we can solve it, we will solve it directly.

If there is anything that cannot be solved, let’s wait until our He Daqing comes back.

We are all neighbors in the courtyard, and we are all co-workers in the factory. If there are any bumps and bumps, our He family will definitely not cause any trouble for you."

The White Widow's words were measured, but her words were all about their family of three.

Not only did he abandon the child in Baoding, he even didn't take into account the fool Zhu who was right in front of him.

What he meant was that Shazhu should stand aside and not get close to their family.

As for why he is so wary of Sha Zhu?

It all started with a small yellow croaker that He Daqing gave to White Widow a few days ago.

In short, from that day on, Widow Bai devoted all her efforts to helping He Yunong get back on track.

Not to mention Shazhu, even Yi Zhonghai tried to talk to her several times but was ignored by the White Widow.

Yan Bugui naturally didn't know the ins and outs of this.

Even if I knew, I definitely wouldn't take it to heart.

At this moment, after hearing what the White Widow said, Yan Bugui not only had no thoughts in his mind, but he felt very proud.

Let you foolishly challenge me!

After so many years of challenging, it's finally Yan Bugui's turn to show his strength, right? !

"Oh, Lao He's work is busy enough. And right now the factory is making drastic measures to increase production.

The work is a bit harder, but at least our factory's wages and benefits are up to par.

Look at He Yunong, he has grown a lot taller than when he first came to our hospital.

If it were in other units, it might not be able to rise this high. "

The first few sentences were made with two gestures towards He Yunong, which was considered a compliment. Before the smile could climb onto the white widow's face, it was pulled down again in the blink of an eye:

“As for the rest, it’s not a big deal, just go back and tell Lao He.

Shazhu is already such a grown-up, how come he can't even speak properly?
In the past, I would just ignore the gossip from the neighbors, but today, I did the same as everyone else and knocked on the door before entering, and I was accused of flattery.

That is, if this gets out in our yard, I'm afraid the neighbors outside will think that everyone in our yard is impolite.

The leader, Shazhu, is so old, but he still doesn't know that he has to knock on the door before entering someone else's place.

If the elder ones don't know, how can the younger ones know? It's not that I have much to say. Even if I look down on Sha Zhu, for the sake of your He Yunong's reputation, you should at least teach him some truths. "

Just as Yan Bugui finished saying this, he saw the gate of the courtyard being opened.

"Is Uncle Yan here? The factory director is making tea in the house, waiting for Uncle Yan to come in."

The person who spoke was Lou Xiao'e. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but after closing the gate, the identity of the person who came in was changed from a confidential secretary to a personal secretary.

Hearing Yan Bugui calling at the door and seeing Li Mao about to come over to open the door, he just went over to help.

"Oh, Secretary Lou, the factory director is flattering me too much."

Yan Bugui had a smile on his face. He proudly made an expression to Sha Zhu, and then said to Bai Guafu:
"Old He's family, think about it carefully. Even if Sha Zhu doesn't admit it, you are still his aunt in name only.

It was fine if I wasn't around before, but now that he's in the orphanage, I have to help discipline him at least.

Even if Shazhu is a little stupid, he will have a child sooner or later, so it doesn't matter if his son grows up crooked.

At least Old He still has some energy left, so he can take good care of his future grandson."

After saying this, he didn't care about the struggle on Bai Guafu's face, nor did he look at Sha Zhu rubbing his fists. He wanted to turn around and run to old Yan's house in the front yard to talk to Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Bugui turned his head and smiled at Lou Xiaoe who opened the door, then ran quickly towards Li Mao's house.

After entering the house, he took out a small notebook from his pocket. It was the size of a palm and the cover was a little faded.

I flipped through the pages while analyzing them, and paused for three or four seconds before I found the page where I had made my notes.

He raised his head and looked at Li Mao, his face full of seriousness: "Director! The cost of some of our factory's materials is too high!

If I were leading the team, I could reduce these costs a bit!"

(End of this chapter)