I was a fortune teller in 90

Chapter 137 Luck is not on his side, he accepts his fate

Yan Chengyuan pursed his lips, and the veins on his neck bulged, "I said at the time that I reserve my opinion. It is my right to report the situation to my superiors after the end. I don't think this is a small report, but an aboveboard opinion. .”

He submitted his tactical plan, which was also studied by his superiors. Although he finally agreed with Tang Zikai's tactics, he also affirmed his deployment, proving that his efforts were also affirmed.

It's just that this exercise is more suitable for Tang Zikai. Luck is not on his side. He admits it, but people's hearts are biased. The Tang family's prestige is there. Many people will look at the Tang family's face and give him convenience. Door.

This was where he was dissatisfied.

"The matter is settled, I admit defeat."

Watching Yan Chengyuan leave, Tang Zikai put his hands in his pockets, looked at the stubborn back, and pursed his lips. This man was good at everything, but he was just a stubborn person. As long as he was determined to do something, it would be useless to say anything.

In order to prove himself, he even risked his life. In the eyes of his superiors, he was indeed a good prospect, but he could only fight alone and lacked teamwork.

A person who does not know how to adapt will not be able to be at the helm, and it will be difficult to convince the public.

No one is willing to leave their destiny to such a leader. What brothers need is a commander who is responsible, courageous, and strategic, not someone who is eager for quick success.

The mistake he made this time was that he was not stable enough and too impatient.

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When Dai Qing woke up early in the morning, there was already a layer of hoarfrost on the ground, as well as a layer of fallen leaves.

I got some food for the dog first, then went out to drink a bowl of tofu and two fried dough sticks, and then I took my lunch box to the factory.

Today's morning shift was another busy day. Even during meals, the team leader took a few assistants to look at the machine. Everyone knows that the production task is heavy, and no one complains. They rush to work after eating.

While everyone was busy, a machine in the second group caught fire.

I don’t know if it was caused by the friction and heat caused by the machine running in turns, or whether it was caused by insufficient cleaning or too much cotton wool clogging the machine. The scene was a bit scary.

Not to mention the black smoke, the entire workshop was filled with a mushy smell, which even attracted the foreman.

All the auxiliary workers ran over to help and moved all the cotton rolls next to the machine to eliminate all ignitable media.

After working for an hour, the fire was finally put out, the machine stopped, and the team leader and the repairman began maintenance together. After working in the factory for half a year, she also understood that all carding machine team leaders were originally mechanics.

And the technology is not low.

Although the fire caused no harm this time, after get off work, the entire front spinning workshop still held a meeting, which was about fire prevention and standardization of manufacturing machines.

All types of work are required to participate, and absences are not allowed to ask for leave, otherwise money will be deducted.

The result of the meeting was that a fire drill was to be conducted in the workshop, in which everyone had to participate and learn to use a fire extinguisher.

Many people are unhappy when listening to fire drills still takes up their rest time. Some of the shrewd elder sisters started complaining on the spot.

"It's hard to rest for two days, but you still have to do some fire drills. Isn't this because you are full?"

"Who says it's not the case? Just be careful when you go to work. Why do you have to waste everyone's time? We are on the same page and there is no such thing as a fire. I don't want to participate."

"When something happens to the carding machine, carders should be involved. What should we do if we are involved?"

Listening to everyone's discussions and complaints, the foreman's face turned dark.

"What is a warning bell? Fire prevention is the top priority of our factory. No one can ignore it, unless you don't want to work anymore."

As soon as these words came out, the conference room fell silent, and the foreman got angry. No one dared to show up at this time. Although I still complained privately, I no longer dared to say not to participate.

Because of a meeting, it was already half past five when she got home. Dai Qing took a hot bath, dried her hair, and went out to buy groceries with a basket.

When we arrived at the market, we first bought four steamed buns, a piece of tofu, a fish, a Chinese cabbage, and two radishes.

Entering winter, many green vegetables have disappeared. Occasionally, celery and spinach appear, and the prices are not cheap.

But radish and cabbage are everywhere and very cheap.

She is alone and has a large appetite. She divides a fish into two portions. She eats fish head stew today and fish braised in braised meat to be taken to class tomorrow.

Stir-fry some dried shrimps and cabbage, and you've got a complete meal.

Xiao Hei is almost three months old. He is very big and plump. Dai Qing used fish soup to make steamed buns for him, leaving nothing to eat.

Continue to practice the mental method after meals and go to bed on time at ten o'clock in the evening.

Because the machine caught fire yesterday, everyone was very careful. The team leader only patrolled back and forth. Even the foreman came two or three times to check on the situation, for fear of another accident.

Cotton is flammable, and what textile factories fear most is fire. Even the machine inspectors on the regular shift focus on checking their group.

Working under the nose of the leader, with no time to spare, many people felt awkward and sat together during meals to complain.

"If the machine hadn't been spinning continuously and not stopping, there wouldn't have been a fire. As long as sufficient time was given and cleaning was done, there would have been no fire at all."

"Having the boss keep an eye on my work makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Who says it's not the case? I'm embarrassed to take a break for fear that the foreman will see me and say I'm lazy. People in this class are on tenterhooks."

"It's nothing, but it's so inhumane to rush us to take a break from work for a fire drill. I promised my child that I would take him to the library, but I have to move back, ugh!"

No matter how much you talk about it, you still have to do what you have to do in the end.

When Dai Qing got up from the middle shift to night shift, Mao Yanyan came to play.

"Let's go to the park square to feed the pigeons. It will be fun."

"Pigeons are fun, but I'm afraid of stepping on pigeon poop."

In her previous life, she took her children to play once and bought a bag of food. Many pigeons came to eat it. She was not afraid of people at all. However, the roof where the pigeons lived, the willow trees next to it, and the small lake were full of pigeons. It looked like a disaster. .

The staff was a little lazy, but there was a layer of pigeon droppings on the ground, which was very smelly and made it even more painful to step on.

"Pfft~, it's such a good thing, why does it make you feel so uncomfortable when you say it?"

Mao Yanyan covered her mouth, thinking about the scene Dai Qing described, and felt disgusted.

"I heard that a pair of swans flew from the nearest lake. They are white and snowy, and they are very beautiful. Let's go for a walk while we turn to the night shift. There are people taking pictures there. How about we take a group photo together?"

"Okay, wait for me while I change clothes."

Dai Qing went into the house and changed her clothes. She put on her autumn clothes and autumn trousers, a cotton sweater underneath her top, and a brown jacket with cotton padding. Wearing a pair of corduroy pants and a pair of black leather shoes.

Her hair was braided into a fishbone braid, and she wore a woolen hat that protected her ears, with two furry balls of thread hanging down.

(End of this chapter)