On Monday, when they first arrived at work, Xie Wanmei and Zhang Zhifei took their reports to Zhou Jie, the section chief of the Production Technology Department, who was their immediate superior.
"Section Chief Zhou, our unit Zhang Zhifei has written a production safety report based on the workshop problems of our steel rolling mill. I think some of the content is worthy of promotion. Please check it." Xie Wanmei motioned to Zhang Zhifei to hand the report to Zhou Jie.
"Okay, you two sit down first and I'll take a look." Zhou Jie took the report in surprise and started reading it.
Zhang Zhifei was very discerning and refilled his water glass, waiting for Zhou Jie's instructions.
Zhou Jie is a non-professional production technology section chief who has little understanding of technology.
However, he has one advantage: he can listen to other people's opinions. Furthermore, Zhou Jie, the head of the production technology section, is almost a decoration, and Xiang Jianbing, the deputy director in charge of production safety, is almost entirely responsible.
Regarding Zhang Zhifei's report, Zhou Jie was not sure whether it was reasonable or not. He thought for a while and said, "Leave the report here for now, waiting for notification from the factory."
Xie Wanmei and Zhang Zhifei could only leave Zhou Jie's office temporarily to deal with other work.
Although Zhang Zhifei was anxious for results, the development of the matter was not subject to his will and had to be handled by his leadership.
If the leader thinks this is bullshit and has no effect, no matter how well you write it, it will be useless. If you don’t do experiments, how can you prove that what you wrote is right?
After Zhou Jie handed the report to Xiang Jianbing, the other party glanced at it casually and then threw it to Zhou Jie and said: "Now the whole country is paying attention to the Great Leap Forward of Production. What is he doing? The party's general line is to "work hard, strive to reach the top, and go as fast as possible." "Building socialism in an economical and economical way" is meant to stimulate the motivation of comrades among workers, but the report has to tie up the workers' hands and feet and make them play the piano randomly."
Zhou Jie broke into a cold sweat and reached out to take the report. He wanted to tear it up on the spot. He could only nod and apologize.
"Okay, you, the chief of the technical section, also need to learn technology and learn the party's policies. You can't have your subordinates report to you without thinking. You are so busy now, how can you have time to read these useless reports?" Xiang Jian Bing said calmly, tapping Zhou Jie at the same time.
When Zhang Zhifei first heard that it was Zhou Jie who was looking for him, he thought the report had been approved, but he actually gave him a scolding and threw the report to him.
With confusion, Zhang Zhifei returned to the statistics department and asked his doubts.
"Hey, Xiao Zhang will be less likely to do this kind of thing in the future. You and the section chief are both young, so why haven't you noticed the current direction of the wind?" said the eldest sister Huang Qin.
"What direction is the wind heading?" Zhang Zhifei asked doubtfully.
Huang Qin looked outside the door and whispered: "You don't know, there are slogans posted everywhere now."
"What slogan?" Xie Wanmei asked.
"Be faster, save more, and strive to be the best."
"With steel as the key link"
"How bold a person is, how productive the land is"
"Fat pig versus elephant"
“Such slogans are posted everywhere,” Huang Qin said.
Zhang Zhifei thumped, and now he understood that this was the wind of the "Great Leap Forward" movement blowing into the factory.
This movement intensified the devastation caused by three years of natural disasters to a certain extent. However, this movement would not be corrected until 1960. He was in trouble this time, and he estimated that large-scale steelmaking activities would begin again soon.
Going against the general trend of the times is doomed to be a lot of hardships. With my little arms and legs, I don’t have the ability.
Zhang Zhifei carefully put away the report, calmed down, and decided to stick to it for the time being, but he didn't know what the situation was like at the Science and Technology Report.
This morning, the Science and Technology Newspaper was a little different. Editor-in-chief Li Fuhua appreciated the report very much after receiving it.
However, as a media person, he has a very good grasp of policies and national trends. He knows that no matter how good a report is, it must not be published if it is not timely. Publishing it at this time will not only have no positive effect, but will cause negative consequences. Big problem.
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Zhang Zhifei's enthusiasm for work was suddenly extinguished when a basin of cold water was poured on him.
Without the pressure and motivation from work, Zhang Zhifei can only focus all his energy on studying. He knows that in this special era, caution is the most important thing.
More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye. Today is New Year's Eve. The steel rolling mill will be on holiday from the afternoon until the sixth day of the first lunar month. This is not yet the special decade. At that time, the slogan was to break the old customs and not take a holiday during the Spring Festival.
In the past, when things were good, the benefits at the steel rolling mill were pretty good. Some benefits would be given out during the Chinese New Year. But this year there are almost none. Zhang Zhifei only received a piece of soap and a pound of flour.
Riding a bicycle with shabby welfare, Zhang Zhifei returned to the courtyard.
As soon as I pushed the cart into the courtyard, I saw Yan Bugui setting up a table and writing couplets to his neighbors.
Some gave him thirty-two cents, and some gave melon seeds and peanuts. In his words, this was the cost of polishing his pen.
Zhang Zhifei took a look, parked the car at home, handed his brother 30 cents, and asked him to go out and find Yan Bugui to write a white couplet. The 30 cents were not included in the Chinese New Year.
Zhang Zhifei made some stick batter at home, and pasted the couplets with his brother Zhang Zhiguo, and the four siblings began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
"Brother, what should we eat tonight?" asked his younger brother Zhang Zhiguo.
Zhang Zhifei continued to wrap dumplings without raising his head, and replied casually: "Stir-fried vegetables, dumplings, and stewed meat."
"Zhiguo, stop causing trouble. Go out and buy some firecrackers." Zhang Zhifei took out one yuan and handed it to his brother.
"Okay." He took a dollar and ran away without a trace. When he saw Zhang Zhifei, he shook his head.
"Brother, the third uncle just informed us that we are not allowed to celebrate the New Year alone this year. We will hold a group greeting tomorrow morning and ask each family to contribute some melon seeds and peanuts." Zhang Qianqian said.
Zhang Zhifei knew that this should be Yi Zhonghai's idea, and immediately asked: "Is Yi Zhonghai back?"
My sister Zhang Qianqian nodded and said, "I'll be back at noon today."
Zhang Zhifei knew that things were going to be indispensable during the Spring Festival. The core figures of the elderly care team returned, and these people had a backbone.
I don't know when Yi Zhonghai will go to Jinmen again. It was very peaceful during his absence, but when he comes back there will be more trouble.
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"Zhonghai, I have inquired about it. In the spring of next year, the subdistrict office will require each hospital to hand over iron for steelmaking.
You have been trying to hoard some in the past few days and pay it for some people in the courtyard who cannot pay their own tasks. I will organize activities in the street and restore your status as a master. "The deaf old lady said softly.
Yi Zhonghai asked eagerly: "Madam, Director Wang, can you agree?"
The deaf old lady said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether she agrees or not. Her children will get married when they are older. She will retire and her children will take over the job.
The person in charge of our area is a new cadre. As long as the majority of the people in the courtyard do not object, the boss of a large courtyard does not have much power. It is not a matter of a word for other cadres. "
"Okay, I will take Dongxu and Shazhu to buy scrap metal the day after tomorrow." Yi Zhonghai still misses the majesty of the first uncle.
"Well, Zhonghai, please pay attention to this matter. How will we spend the Chinese New Year this year?" asked the deaf old lady.
Yi Zhonghai said with a smile: "Let's spend time with Dongxu and Zhuzhu. There are so many people and it's lively."
"Yes, my silly Zhuzhu cooks delicious food." The deaf old lady praised.
The courtyard was very lively today, with children playing wildly and firecrackers crackling non-stop. Every household in the courtyard was eating delicious food, and even Yan Bugui generously fried shredded pork.
The joy of the festival also drives away the unsatisfactory year and forgets the suffering of the year.
