Chapter 65: Eighty-year-old doormat (65) Praising you?
"It's almost time to go to work now. Isn't it appropriate to go to Factory Manager Ma?" Qi Xiulan supported him with both hands and said, "We'll go after the lunch break, otherwise we will delay Factory Manager Ma's work." She added in a low voice, "Just asking, You have to ask secretly! Otherwise, it will disturb the morale of the army."
Qi Xiulan looked at her silent wife and said, "Let's go home."
"Go to Jianshe, go to the workshop. He is on the front line. He needs to know something." Mo Guangming thought for a while and said.
"Are you going now?" Qi Xiulan said reluctantly.
"Even you don't listen to me anymore." Mo Guangming blushed with anger and said roughly on his neck.
"Go, let's go, that's it!" Qi Xiulan could only say, "Just don't be angry, okay?"
"Don't be angry, I'm not angry." Mo Guangming comforted himself.
Qi Xiulan supported Mo Guangming and trotted all the way to the workshop. There was no roar of machines, but she saw her son playing cards with notes plastered on his face.
Mo Guangming was so angry that he picked up the steel pipe on the ground and threw it at Mo Jianshe.
Mo Jianshe put a sap on his shoulder and said angrily, "Who dares to hit me?"
"It's you I'm beating." Mo Guangming said angrily.
Hearing a familiar voice, Mo Jianshe turned around and saw that it was his father, and his face turned pale.
Mo Jianshe stood up quickly and asked with a guilty conscience, "Dad, Dad, why are you here?"
"Why am I here? If I didn't come, I don't even know. My good son comes to work every day. This is how he works." Mo Guangming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He picked up the hollow steel pipe and hit him.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting." Mo Jianshe ran around to avoid the steel pipe that his father came back from, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, help me!"
Mo Guangming chased Mo Jianshe with the steel pipe in his hand. The steel pipe hit his body and made a muffled sound. The steel pipe was deformed.
"His father, stop fighting. What should I do if I break it?" Qi Xiulan hurriedly stepped forward and stopped her wife.
But Mo Guangming couldn't hear it, he was on top of the fire!
The young men who were playing cards with him were so frightened that they pissed themselves and fled in all directions.
"Come back and stop." Mo Guangming pointed at the fleeing people with the steel pipe in his hand.
"Master Mo." They stopped and turned around, hanging their heads with guilt and not daring to move.
"What are you doing?" Mo Guangming looked at his son who was pulling the note off his face and asked, "What time is it now, what should you do?"
"Dad, I was wrong, please spare me this time!" Mo Jianshe said pleadingly.
"During working hours, as the workshop director, you actually took the lead in playing cards." Mo Guangming picked up the steel pipe in his hand.
"Dad, Dad!" Mo Jianshe cleverly hid behind Qi Xiulan.
"You bastard, come out here." Mo Guangming was so angry that he was shaking all over. He glared at Mo Jianshe and said to his wife, "Get out of the way."
"Comrade Mo Guangming, calm down." Qi Xiulan looked at her wife with clear eyes and said.
"How can you tell me to calm down? My son actually takes the lead in playing cards. Regardless of factory rules, if I don't beat him, I will beat someone else." Mo Guangming said, shaking with anger.
"Since there are factory disciplines, if you violate the factory disciplines, you will naturally be punished by the factory." Qi Xiulan looked at him with a straight face and said.
"Yes, yes, mom is right." Mo Jianshe twitched the corner of his lips and grinned. His father's sword is still young, it really hurts!
Violating factory discipline will only result in a small fine, but it's really not a big deal.
"This bastard, how do you want to teach him a lesson? I'll give you a feather duster when you get home." Qi Xiulan spread her arms and stood in front of Mo Jianshe to stop him.
"Ah...Gah..." The smile on Mo Jianshe's face hasn't fallen yet! It fell into pieces.
"In front of outsiders, let's save some face for my son, who is already in his thirties." Qi Xiulan looked at her wife pleadingly and said.
Having said this, everyone else playing cards looked at the father and son.
Mo Guangming put down the steel pipe he raised angrily, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you work hard at work and play cards instead?"
"Master Mo, it's not that we want to play cards, but that we have nothing to do!"
"That's right! What would we do if we weren't playing cards? If the factory had asked us to take on private work, we would have left long ago."
These words made Mo Guangming's anger rise again, "How dare you blatantly accept private work."
"What's wrong with taking on private work? The factory only offers 70% of the salary now."
"You get a full salary after retirement, and your salary is still so high. How can we compare with you? There are old people at the top and young people at the bottom. They all have their mouths open, waiting for the rice to fall into the pot!"
"Look, the machines in this factory are only half-operated. Why don't we just play cards for a while?"
"It's not like I was cheating with money, I just got a sticker when I lost."
Mo Guangming's face turned pale when he heard this, "You are still reasonable. If the machine is not running, can't it be maintained?"
"This machine looks like an antique, not as good as someone else's personal machine!"
"Just because you think it's a treasure, now it can be sold as scrap metal."
"Nonsense!" Mo Guangming jumped to his feet in anger, "They are still fine. They produced so many things back then to support national construction."
"Master Mo is a good man, but he was brave in the past."
"The past was the past and the present is the present."
"You even tightened your belt to make a revolution."
"But now is not the time to pay attention to dedication. Now we have to make sure people have enough to eat!"
"It's been said in the newspapers that food and clothing should be taken care of first!"
"No one wants the products you produce, so they are all piled up in the warehouse. How do you get paid?"
"You can't let the horse run away without giving it grass to eat."
"The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers!"
"Is the quality of the products produced by private factories so guaranteed?" Mo Guangming looked at them with a gloomy face and said, "Do they have our products to use?"
"Master Mo, the quality is second, and the most important thing is that it's cheap."
“Whose stuff lasts a lifetime!”
"If it breaks down in three or two years, I won't feel bad if I throw it away."
"If someone sticks to one price, we won't be able to win over them."
"Master Mo, don't blame us for playing cards while we were at work. At least we were in the factory and didn't go out to cause trouble."
"That's right! There was no sneaking around or selling the factory's machines secretly."
"There is no poaching of socialist corners."
"The management in the factory is so strict that no one dares to do it. But as you know, there are many factories outside. The factory director took the lead in selling the country's assets and disbanded after the sale."
"You still want to cause trouble?" Mo Guangming suddenly raised his voice.
"These used to be decent workers, but since the factory's performance has declined, if we don't find a way out on our own, we might starve to death!"
"Our factory just goes out to do some private work. You guys can just turn a blind eye."
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