Reborn in 90, I am a migrant worker in crushing mines

July 12, 1990, May 20 of the Chinese calendar. Sunny, breezy and appropriate to sign a contract.

There were a few white clouds floating in the sky of Valanvaran, slowly wriggling in the air with the wind.

The water in the river is still very clear, the small trees on the roadside of the river bank stand there energetically, the lawn flower bed in front of the factory gate is full of colorful flowers, and the spherical fountain sprays water mist from time to time.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the 90th graduating graduates of the Xuanchang Technical School came here in groups and were brought into the large conference room on the first floor of the annex building on the west side by the head teachers of each class.

In other words, there are only two classes in one class, with a total of sixty-four people.

This session is the beneficiation class, learning ball milling and screening magnetic separation, it stands to reason that graduates should enter the sorting workshop to work, but the last electrician class has gone to crushing, and the beneficiation class will naturally be no exception.

The factory director didn't even show his face, and such a small thing could not alarm a department-level big man like him, although his son, the future head of the technical section, was sitting in the student pile.

The head of the personnel section spoke on behalf of the factory. The principal of the school did not come, and the dean of students spoke on his behalf.

Then there are the officers of the Security Section, the Discipline Inspection Officer, the General Section Officer, the Trade Union Officer, the Armed Forces Department, the Labor and Management Section, and so on. No one knows exactly what it said.

"Okay, the next one, and the last one before your official graduation, the speech contest for the 90s graduates has officially begun, please ask Liu Dandan from the first class to come to the stage, and Liu Yuxia from the second class to prepare."

Zhang Tiejun looked sideways at Liu Yuxia, who was sitting not far from him. This girl is the flower of their year, she looks very beautiful, the kind that is naturally sexy, but her legs are a little short, and her body proportions are obviously a little unbalanced.

Her name sounds pretty nice at first glance, but Zhang Tiejun really wants to ask her father, is there a glow on a rainy day? What is that Kasumi? Look at people, Baoxia, Qiuxia, Chunxia, Xixia, Yingxia, how good. No, it's a lot of images.

"How many are you?" Behind Zhang Tiejun, Ruibin stabbed him. Zhang Tiejun is also a contestant in the speech contest.

Zhang Tiejun shook his head: "I'm not going on, it's good to listen to others." "

A so-called competition that doesn't have any meaning, that is, there is no prize money and no ranking, and it doesn't affect the distribution.

Which brain-dead activity is this special numbness? What is this activity for?

The classmates above were holding their emotions with emotion, and the second stubble Mandarin with their voices in their throats made Zhang Tiejun's embarrassing toes twitch, and they were about to pull out a big level.

On stage? Don't talk about it, if it weren't for the announcement of the distribution plan, he wouldn't want to be here for a minute.

Sitting there in a troubled manner, Zhang Tiejun had no choice but to look east and west, look at the ceiling and look at the wall to distract himself, but turned his head and saw the head of the armed forces sitting not far behind, talking to the little lady of the trade union in a low voice.

Zhang Tiejun's eyes lit up, and he saw that everyone was staring at the stage, and no one was paying attention, so he opened the stool and walked over: "Uncle Mao." "

The head of the armed forces department of the factory is surnamed Mao, and the one surnamed Mao ... This Mao is not a casual surname, people have an endorsement. Zhang Tiejun still once overheard his parents chatting about this matter.

Minister Mao and Zhang's father are good buddies, the two families have a close relationship, and the Zhang Tiejun brothers are very familiar with their family.

Everyone knows that at that time, some people lost a lot of children among the people, and Uncle Mao was one of them. There is another one here with the surname Deng.

"What are you doing behind you if you don't listen to the speech? Can't get on stage? Uncle Mao saw Zhang Tiejun coming over and asked with a smile.

"I'm not on it." Zhang Tiejun replied to Uncle Mao and looked at Officer Liu of the trade union: "Aunt Liu."

Officer Liu smiled at him.

"Aunt Liu, it's okay for me to sing, do you want your union?"

The factory has a propaganda team, which is under the management of the trade union, which is to send literary and artistic backbones from various workshops to rehearse from time to time and perform programs for the workers of the whole factory. The transferred workers still belong to the original workshop, but they can reasonably and legally not go to work.

"It's definitely necessary to sing well, but the level is definitely not good."

"Then I'm sure I can do it, why don't you give me a chance, Aunt Liu? Find a time for you to give the evaluation and evaluation, and you will accept me, but if you can't, I will go to work honestly. "

Aunt Liu is actually not very old, that is, about thirty years old, and she is quite beautiful.

"Are you so confident?" Uncle Mao laughed: "Why don't you give us a chance?" I watched this child grow up, and he shouldn't be able to talk big.

"Who are you?" Officer Liu looked at Minister Mao and then at Zhang Tiejun.

"My father and I are comrades-in-arms, and my mother and my daughter-in-law usually get along very well, and often hang out or something."

"That's okay," Officer Liu looked at Zhang Tiejun: "When you finish your assignment and take up the post, you can come to me, just go directly to my office."

"Thank you for that." Zhang Tiejun arched his hand to Secretary Liu: "Aunt Liu's great kindness, I don't forget it."

Officer Liu was amused by Zhang Tiejun and covered his mouth and laughed.

"Sun Zhongke came to power, Zhang Tiejun prepared."

"I'm not on it, I'm not ready, let's be next." Zhang Tiejun directly announced that he would abandon the game. The officer of the Labor Division looked at him, didn't say anything, and made a note in his notebook.

The teaching director also glanced at Zhang Tiejun deeply and helped his glasses.

Damn, it's like that, there's a hairy use.

Zhang Tiejun is not the young scum when he first entered the factory, but he is a nervous horse, and now these small actions have no effect on him at all, and he feels a little funny.

"You're so bold." When Officer Liu saw Zhang Tiejun's arrogant appearance, he really didn't care, so he was a little interested.

After all, these children have just graduated and are just about to be assigned jobs, and it stands to reason that the feeling of concern and fear for cadres and teachers has not disappeared, even the children of leading cadres cannot be so calm as Zhang Tiejun. It feels like an old worker.

"Why don't you want to go on stage?" Minister Mao asked with a smile.

"It's boring, it's like a monkey, what are you doing with all this after you graduate?"

"You kid." Minister Mao shook his head: "Work hard, don't get into trouble, you'd better be honest when you just enter the factory." "

That's what I said," Zhang Tiejun laughed: "Others don't know Uncle Mao, don't you know?" Am I the one who causes trouble? How honest I am.

"Honestly, you just wanted to come to the union as soon as you were assigned?" Officer Liu looked at Zhang Tiejun and answered with a smile.

"Literary and artistic propaganda is also part of the work," Zhang Tiejun also looked at Secretary Liu: "There are requirements above, I have this ability, Mao Sui recommended himself to save Aunt Liu, don't you save trouble, and don't go out of production." "

The backbone of literature and art is theoretically not out of production, rehearsals or something in spare time, and only when performing will they be temporarily suspended for a few days in the form of secondment, so there is nothing wrong with saying this.

But everyone knows exactly what's going on, and there's no need to take it out and say it explicitly.

This was not a serious occasion, only the students in the middle sat in a regular manner and listened to the speeches of the students on the stage, and the school teachers and other teachers sitting next to them were also talking to each other.

Zhang Tiejun chatted with Officer Mao Shuliu in the back. Chatting is also a way to deepen impressions and gain opportunities.

"Isn't there a competition in the city in October, Aunt Liu, if you believe me, I can definitely get you a ranking back, and if you don't get it back, I will resign."

"What nonsense?" Uncle Mao slapped Zhang Tiejun: "Can you talk nonsense about this big thing?"

"It's okay Uncle Mao, I have a spectrum in my heart, it depends on whether Aunt Liu gives me a chance."

"Are you so confident?" Director Liu became interested, and looked Zhang Tiejun up and down a few times: "Singing?" There are more than one million employees in our company, and some of them are good at singing to you, are you special?

"Don't believe me?" Zhang Tiejun said with a smile: "After that moment, I will go to your office with Aunt Liu, and I will sing a song to you, if you feel bad after listening to it, then I didn't say it."

"Okay, then I'll listen." Officer Liu nodded and agreed, which can be regarded as giving Minister Mao a face.

"Aunt Liu, how are you singing?" After talking about the matter, Zhang Tiejun asked again.

"Me?" Officer Liu pointed at himself, not knowing why Zhang Tiejun pulled the topic to her.

"Xiaoliu also has a hand in singing," Minister Mao nodded: "It turns out that I also won awards in the company, I remember whether it was eighty-five, eighty-five or eighty-six?" "

Eighty-five years. At that time, I was a little younger, and now I can't even get that face when I go, in fact, it's just a number, good luck. "

Alright, the wonderful speeches of the students are over," the microphone on the rostrum was patted, and the deputy chief of the personnel department stood on the stage and looked down.

Zhang Tiejun and Officer Liu also stopped talking, and everyone looked at the deputy section chief on the stage. In previous years, the distribution of technical school students was actually presided over by the head of the personnel section to reflect the importance and seriousness of the factory.

But isn't this year a little different, the children of the factory, the children of the deputy factory director, including the children of the personnel section chief's own family are sitting below, he should not be thick-skinned enough, and he has not practiced to get home.

"The judges and Director Zhu, there are still a few teachers scoring, now I will announce the distribution of the 90th class of the beneficiation class of the concentrator technical school, please pay attention to it.

Laboratory...... The total control room... Three selection workshops... Four selection workshops... Five selection workshops... Medium crushing workshop... Fine shredding workshop... Wang Yugang, Zhang Tiejun, Ruibin, Sun Zhongke...

Did you hear it all? If you have any questions, ask the head teacher to understand, today is the 12th, the students assigned to the laboratory and the general control room will report after a while, and the students assigned to other workshops will report on the 15th.

We are all children of the factory, I will not say anything else, from today you are the official national workers, is a part of the factory, I hope that all students in the new position to continue to carry forward the glorious tradition, work hard and earnestly, to create good results. The

sparse applause rang out a few times, and the deputy section chief comrade took the notebook and left without looking back, and the personnel section officer came to the stage: "I posted the list at the gate, and the students who didn't remember it will take a look at it for themselves later, don't make a mistake about the date of the report."

What, leaders and colleagues, is there anything else? If not, the meeting was adjourned. The

officers present, you look at me, I look at you, and they all said that they were fine: "Okay, then that's it, welcome all students into the factory, then today's meeting will be here, the laboratory and the general control room will report immediately, and the other students will be on the morning of the 15th." Adjourn the meeting. "

What about the score being evaluated? The students who participated in the speech were at a loss.