Director Wang shook his head and said: "This year's electrician exam hosted by the district ended last week. Otherwise, with your junior high school cultural knowledge and some study, you can really pass the exam."
After saying that, he shook his head with regret.
After Yan Jiecheng heard this, he thought to himself, "That's fine." Although the circuits these days are simple, the quality is poor, labor insurance is scarce, and some protective measures are missing. It is actually very dangerous to be an electrician.
"Then Aunt Wang...can I try to be a lineman at the No. 3 Steel Rolling Plant?"
Director Wang shook his head regretfully and said, "Hey, although the line workers are regular workers when they join the job, their steel rolling mill needs to be assessed?"
It turns out that the third steel rolling mill was a public-private partnership with Mr. Lou two years ago. Now the private company has withdrawn and needs to be renovated and upgraded. Not only are some of the steel rolling equipment brought from our northern neighbors, but other facilities and equipment also need to be fully upgraded.
This does not require the construction of a railway from the rolling mill to the railway station for the transportation of steel ingots and products.
Thinking about it, the seven or eight cars in the steel rolling mill are not enough for logistical purposes.
Therefore, we mainly rely on railway transportation.
"Aunt Wang, what a coincidence. I have been working for the road bureau these past few months, and I learn route knowledge from the masters there every day." Yan Jiecheng looked at Director Wang and said with a smile.
Yan Jiecheng really asked a lot of questions from many masters in the past three months.
As an old colleague, I still have many questions when I see seniors from more than half a century ago. Many technologies have been different for more than half a century, and standards vary widely.
Besides, he is also suspected of flattery, hoping that others will give him a job in the railway bureau for the sake of his diligence and studiousness.
As a result, everyone knows that the wink went to the blind man.
So lonely!
Director Wang smiled and said: "Good boy, wait for me here. Who told you to be so sweet, call me Aunt Wang."
With that said, he opened a letter of introduction to him.
Then he said: "I don't want you to call me aunt in vain. Even if you fail the exam, for my sake they will give you an apprenticeship."
…
After Yan Jiecheng came out of the street office, he bought a pack of Xiangshan brand cigarettes at the roadside supply and marketing cooperative and put it in his pocket. We rushed towards the third rolling mill.
But it can’t be too late. It’s better to be earlier on the first day of reporting.
"Hey, Yan Jiecheng? What are you doing here in the steel rolling mill?"
Yan Jiecheng had just arrived at the gate of the steel rolling mill and poked his head toward the gatekeeper. He was about to show his ID to the gatekeeper when he heard someone shouting loudly from behind him.
Looking back, I saw Xu Damao coming out of the steel rolling mill with a cowhide box behind him, followed by a man who was about forty-two years older than the third uncle.
Yan Jiecheng smiled and said, "Da Mao, I'm here to report at the steel rolling mill. Are you going to a movie with Uncle Xu?"
With that said, he smiled and said hello to Xu's father.
"Yan Jiecheng, have you found a job? Or is it a steel rolling mill?" Xu Damao said with a look of disbelief.
"Ahem... Congratulations on your understanding. Damao and I are going to the countryside to play a movie, so I won't tell you more. Let your aunt cook two dishes tonight, and let Damao take care of your hospital. You two brothers Have a drink." Xu's father quickly interrupted Xu Damao's words and said to Yan Jiecheng with a smile.
After Xu Damao heard it, he quickly smiled and said: "Yes, I must drink some at night."
"sure."
Yan Jiecheng responded with a smile. As the eldest son of the third uncle, he would definitely drink the free wine.
Otherwise, Yan Laojie at home would know better and would prevent him from entering the house. Do you believe it?
The three of them met each other and then went about their business.
"Uncle, this is my letter of introduction. I'm here to report." Yan Jiecheng handed over the letter of introduction, then took out a Xiangshan cigarette and handed it to the uncle.
The concierge looked at the letter of introduction and handed it to Yan Jiecheng. He lit the cigarette and said with a smile: "From courtyard No. 95? Many of your courtyards belong to our factory."
After taking a sip, he continued: "Your report is different from other people's. Others go to the Personnel Department or Labor and Management Department first. You, you have to go to the Transportation Department to take the assessment first, and then report based on the assessment."
Then he said: "Of course, the Personnel Department is in charge of cadres, and the Labor and Management Department is in charge of our workers' reporting."
Later, the uncle told Yan Jiecheng the way to the transportation department. Finally, he warned: "You kid, don't walk around in the factory. If you don't know the way, ask people in time. Don't dare to walk around."
Yan Jiecheng looked around and grinned bitterly at the uncle.
You must know that this is the gate post. There is a foyer outside. Inside, there are two people standing guard with rifles on their backs. The shining bayonets make people panic.
Here in the concierge, a pistol holster hangs on the wall behind the old man. I don't think I was here to crack walnuts.
Not far away, about thirty meters away, there was a bright sign saying Security Section.
Yan Jiecheng also knew that the large state-owned factories of this period not only had the same security department as JC. The key is that there is also an armed department, which is usually equipped with automatic weapons and mortars, and the more awesome ones include mountain cannons.
I remember that in the 1980s, the village militia was equipped with semi-automatic weapons.
The years when all the people were soldiers are not just talk.
"Section Chief, someone is here to take the line worker assessment."
Yan Jiecheng went to the transportation department to explain the situation, and the clerk took him to the section chief's office on the second floor.
The head of the transportation department looked about forty or fifty years old, with an empty sleeve on his left side, and looked at Yan Jiecheng with a serious face.
When Yan Jiecheng saw this section chief, he immediately admired him very much. It seemed that he was a cadre transferred from the army.
"Is your boy going to take the line worker assessment?" the section chief asked with a suspicious tone.
Yan Jiecheng said quickly: "Boss, I graduated from junior high school and participated in the demolition construction of the ring line for three months. During this period, I learned from many masters. I also borrowed some books and studied on my own. I haven't been able to find a job. I just happened to see our steel rolling mill recruiting workers. , so come and give it a try.”
"Well, can you tell me about the composition of our line?" the section chief asked casually.
Yan Jiecheng said: "Our railway lines are composed of rails, sleepers, track beds, connecting parts, switches, reinforcement equipment, etc."
"Well, it sounds like that. Xiao Zhang, please invite Deputy Section Chief Liu, Technician Cai, Master Wang and Section Chief Chen of the Labor and Management Department to come to our conference room to conduct a cultural and theoretical assessment on Xiao Yan." The technician The chief has arrived.
After hearing these words, Yan Jiecheng had a rough understanding of the personality of the section chief in front of him.
"Xiao Yan, sit down." Then he threw a pipe to Yan Jiecheng and said, "Smoke one."
Yan Jiecheng can no longer be punished. This leader does not regard himself as the leader, which makes me, Yan Jiecheng, no longer capable.
Yan Jiecheng received the cigarette in a hurry, quickly walked to the section chief, and lit the cigarette for him. Speaking of: "Leader..."
Before he finished speaking, the section chief said: "Xiao Yan, don't be nervous, don't be polite. My surname is Li, and everyone calls me Lao Li."
Yan Jiecheng is going crazy. This Lao Li, I'm afraid he wants to call him Lao Li too. Lao Li, your grandma.
Yan Jiecheng smiled in agreement but said nothing.
Section Chief Li smiled and said: "Xiao Yan, let's put it this way, as long as your theory and practice are not too bad, you can definitely pass."
Looking at Yan Jiecheng's puzzled eyes, he continued: "You are a junior high school student. Our department is full of rough guys, especially in the railway workshop. A group of boss men don't even know what a word is when the pole falls."
