Textile factory

In the workshop, a group of female workers were gathering together, looking at the spinning thread on the machine and talking about the art performance.

"Did you hear that?"

An elderly woman was talking to the people around her. From this look, she knew there must be inside information.

"Sister Juan, please stop showing off."

The people next to me hurriedly urged, and the woman smiled when she heard this, and then said loudly, "Not all factories can participate in this art performance."

"Ah? Why?"

"Why? Didn't you see the names of the participating factories?"

Sister Juan raised her head as if you didn't understand, and then introduced, "Look, among the leading ones, there are the Red Star Machinery Factory, the TV Factory and the Bicycle Factory, including ours. Which one is the small factory?"

After hearing what Sister Juan said, everyone finally understood.

The female worker on one side suddenly looked at the woman on the other side, "Xiao Liu, is there any news about your family?"

The woman who was asked was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

Her man is the director of a thermos bottle factory. For such a big move, the top management of each factory would probably know the news in advance. Her family didn't tell her when she went back, so she probably didn't know.

Sure enough, the name of the thermos bottle factory was not on the list.

Not only that, some small factories don’t have it either.

"That's true."

Everyone was talking, feeling somewhat proud in their hearts.

This shows that their textile factory is also a big one.

This is the pride of the textile factory.

"In this case, we must participate!"

"Yes, how can we lose our good textile children?"

"That's right, let's think about what to do, how about dancing."

Everyone put forward their opinions one after another, and some people had already made some moves, making the people around them laugh.

Further away, a group of female workers gathered together also laughed.

"Yu Yu, what do you think our group will put on?"

During the busy work, Zhou Peng's wife Liu Fen asked He Yuyu, who was working seriously at the side.

Hearing the sound, He Yuyu raised his head and glanced at the silk thread, then turned back and said with a smile, "I don't know, it depends on the team leader's arrangement."

Liu Fen nodded and said, "How about I go up and sing a song? I used to sing best at home."

"By the way, Rainwater, can you dance? If so, let's go up together."

Liu Fen invited with a smile, but He Yuyu smiled slightly, then shook his head and refused, "No, I can't dance."

After saying that, he went back to work.

Liu Fen sighed inwardly when she saw it.

This unreliable brother on He Yuyu's stall has also suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck.

However, over the years, they have worked together and have come to understand each other's temperaments. Speaking of it, He Yuyu is a really good person, at least better than those guys who have their eyes higher than their heads.

Seeing that He Yuyu looked like he was working seriously, Liu Fen still tried to persuade him, "Yuyu, let me tell you."

"Now that we're divorced, don't think about those bad things. You don't have children anyway. Find one while you're young."

"If you can perform on stage this time, maybe you can meet your significant other?"

"Yu Yu, listen to me. You must be well prepared this time. Don't give up."

Liu Fen spoke seriously, while He Yuyu still lowered his head and remained silent.

"Liu Fen, what do you do when you work?"

At this moment, a voice came, and the surrounding female workers all paid attention.

Liu Fen looked up and saw the person coming, it was Director Song assigned by the superiors.

"What are you doing? You didn't see it."

Liu Fen saw Director Song's serious face, but she was not afraid at all.

Not only her, but also the female workers around her felt the same when they saw her.

Everyone knew that the director Song who came in was specifically looking for trouble. Their textile factory had not had such a position before.

Moreover, the textile factory had always been very good, but this woman came and was always nitpicking and nitpicking every day. She also added a bunch of tasks to them, and they were not allowed to rest until they were completed.

Naturally, they don't have a good look towards such people.

What's more, the director of the textile factory doesn't like to see this person either, so they naturally have something to rely on.

Director Song was scolded by Liu Fen and couldn't help but say, "Liu Fen, pay attention to the attitude of your words."

"What's your attitude? This is a normal communication between workers."

Liu Fen is not scared. Before she got married, she was a "capable person" in this textile factory. After she got married, she married Zhou Peng. What is the relationship between the Zhou family and the Yang family? Who doesn't know about the people in the machinery factory and the textile factory?

What's more, his man is still working as a team leader in a machinery factory.

As for Director Song daring to wear small shoes for her, he is not afraid.

This textile factory is not something she has the final say on.

Director Song stared at Liu Fen for a while, then shifted his gaze to He Yuyu, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.

He Yuyu, who was working, felt a chill on his back and panic in his heart.

"He Yuyu, you can't participate in this event."

"Why? Why do you say that?"

Liu Fen immediately complained, and several female workers came over and surrounded Director Song, asking for an explanation.

"Why? Humph."

"He Yuyu comes from a middle peasant background and is not suitable to participate in such a grand event."

"you..."

Liu Fen was furious and was about to refute, but He Yuyu stopped her and signaled not to say more.

But my heart was already filled with grievances.

Seeing this, Director Song finally found a sense of accomplishment.

Prestige must be established on these people, otherwise how will we lead the textile factory in the future?

"You all listen carefully, this time only people from poor peasants in the center are allowed to participate."

bang bang bang

Just when everyone was filled with indignation, there was a sudden burst of applause. Everyone saw that it was Director Zhai of the textile factory.

Behind her were three or four women, all managers of the workshop.

Factory Director Zhai came to a few people, glanced over it, and finally stared at Director Song, "Who gave you the right to deprive comrades workers of the right to participate in the performance?"

"Director, I am thinking about the factory."

"The factory doesn't need you to think like this."

Factory Director Zhai didn't listen at all and said with a serious face, "From today on, you, Song Ronghua, will be responsible for the management of the logistics warehouse."

"Ah? No, factory director, this is not my job."

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Song Ronghua's body shook and she almost fell to the ground.

Director Zhai said a few words and turned to look at the crowd, "Everyone should actively sign up and select the five best programs to show the best of our female textile workers."

"The rewards this time are unprecedented. Televisions, refrigerators and even machine shops have given away air-conditioned motorcycles as prizes. Comrades, as the hostess of the family, it's up to you whether you can buy more property."

Having said this, Director Zhai's eyes fell on He Yuyu, his expression became kind, he nodded slightly, and then raised his head, "Come on, textile worker."

The girls immediately smiled after hearing this, "Come on, textile workers!"

After Factory Manager Zhai finished speaking, he left the workshop without even looking at Song Ronghua, who was beside him.

Pooh!

"A dog relies on human power and doesn't even look where it is."

Liu Fen's undisguised disgust made Song Ronghua stagger when she was about to leave, and then she sped off.

A group of female workers behind him laughed.

He Yuyu also started laughing, laughing and crying.
To be continued...