sbdcsierra Chapter 69 The Russians' Order!
Chapter 69 The Russians' Order!
Zhang Erya, an old widow who was illiterate not long ago, suddenly found herself working in a machinery factory, which was a huge psychological blow to everyone.
No one is jealous of the world's richest person unless they are related to him.
Almost everyone feels jealous of their neighbors or relatives who suddenly become rich.
This was the mindset of everyone in the courtyard at that moment, but Zhang Erya didn't know how to be low-key. Wearing her modified work clothes, she strutted around like a newly brooding hen, showing off everywhere.
One minute he's singing, the next he's giving a speech, and he keeps saying that there's no future in staying home cooking and washing dishes! Workers are the most glorious people in the world!
One moment they look at the older women with disdain, questioning whether they can find their own value in life.
Unlike her, who chose to dedicate her own strength, shine brightly, and contribute to history in this vibrant era!
Although the older women didn't say it aloud, they all hated her to the core, and as a result, Zhang Chengfei also received twice as many negative emotions as usual.
Zhang Chengfei was very satisfied with this and was convinced that as Er Ya's life improved after she entered the factory, she would become increasingly arrogant, and the negative emotions of the residents in the courtyard would also increase.
And Zhang Chengfei will thus be able to accumulate more negative emotional value.
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In the days leading up to the start of operations at the electric heating cup workshop, Zhang Chengfei rarely went to the micro-tiller control room, instead spending as much time as possible in the workshop.
Although the production of electric heating cups is not difficult, the emergence and mass production of each new product requires a period of adjustment and testing. At this time, he, as the technical supervisor, cannot afford to slack off.
Fortunately, the hard work finally paid off.
Five days later, the first batch of one thousand electric kettles successfully rolled off the production line. The next day, good news came from the Ministry of Foreign Trade.
Machinery factory office,
Factory Director Feng, Lao Ma, Zhang Chengfei, Lao Niu, Lao Pang, and the deputy factory director in charge of production sat together for a meeting.
After not seeing him for a few days, Zhang Chengfei felt that Lao Feng had gained a lot of weight.
Fatty Feng took a big swig of tea from his large mug. Then he spat out the tea leaves that had just entered his mouth back into the mug before saying, "Comrades, our products this time have already been coordinated between the comrades in the Foreign Trade Department and the Russians."
The Russians are very satisfied with our electric kettles. With winter fast approaching, they've placed an order for 30,000. And if sales are good, they might place an additional order. However…”
He paused for a moment, then said, "But they need it urgently. According to the contract, we have to deliver this batch of products within two months, or sixty days."
Upon hearing this, Lao Niu immediately objected: "Our current production capacity is only about two hundred per day. Even if the workers get the hang of it later, the production capacity will only increase by half at most."
Producing 30,000 units in 60 days? That means producing 500 units per day, which would require workers to work long hours.
Old Pang, a staunch proletarian who had participated in workers' strikes before liberation, immediately said, "Even with a twelve-hour workday, it's impossible to finish."
Besides, occasional overtime is fine, but if a twelve-hour workday is implemented every day, not only the workers, but even the labor union will intervene.
Working twelve hours a day? That only existed in the old society; that was exploitation and oppression!
Didn't that comrade surnamed Li say it himself? We need to work eight hours, rest eight hours, and leave the other eight hours for ourselves. And this is the main theme of this era.
Old Feng clearly had no intention of exploiting his fellow workers. He first waved his hand to signal everyone not to rush, and then slowly said, "If the production capacity of the first shift can't keep up, we can learn from the steel rolling mill and implement a two-shift system."
Fearing that Lao Pang might overthink things, he added, "The two shifts don't mean each shift is twelve hours long, it's eight hours."
Zhang Chengfei didn't immediately grasp the idea: "What about the remaining eight hours?"
The others looked at him and said, "The workshop will just be empty for the other few hours."
Zhang Chengfei slapped his forehead. "Oops, how did I get so caught up in futuristic thinking? This won't do."
After deciding to implement a two-shift system, the next issue was recruitment. Zhang Chengfei had never been responsible for this; he only listened.
After a heated discussion, Lao Niu and Lao Pang concluded that the machinery factory originally only had about 300 skilled workers. They had already transferred 60 people to the electric cup workshop last time, and if another 60 people were transferred this time, it would likely affect the normal operation of other workshops.
"Those workshop managers wouldn't agree either," Lao Niu said.
Fatty Feng tapped the table in deep thought. Earning foreign exchange in the electric cup workshop was important, but the production tasks of the other workshops were also ordered in advance at the beginning of each quarter, and they absolutely could not be delayed.
"If all else fails, instead of selecting skilled workers from our factory this time, I'll ask the head office to transfer them from their factory."
Old Niu was somewhat worried: "The steel mill was interested in cooperating with us before, but you gave them a slight rebuff... Now, if we go back to beg them again..."
Zhang Chengfei thought Lao Niu meant that the head office wouldn't agree.
Unexpectedly, the latter hesitated for a moment, then said, "You just slapped the other party in the face and then went to borrow someone. Aren't you ashamed, factory manager?"
Zhang Chengfei: "???"
Old Feng also thought he was worried about him, but when he heard the last part, he realized that the guy was making fun of him, and his face immediately darkened:
"You're shameless; no one will even notice if you blush. Why don't you go?"
Old Ma chuckled awkwardly, "It would be better if you went. You're the factory director; your presence would show how much importance our machinery factory attaches to this matter."
Old Feng let out a cold snort through his nose.
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It must be said that Lao Feng's work efficiency is quite high.
He simply treated Yang Gangtie and Li Huaide to a drink at the steel rolling mill's small canteen, and without anyone knowing what he promised, he successfully borrowed seventy people from the main factory in the blink of an eye.
This not only solved the problem of skilled workers, but also relieved the machine factory of the need to worry about temporary workers.
No one knows what Lao Feng and Li Huaide and the others talked about that day.
All Zhang Chengfei knew was that on the afternoon of the same day he finished drinking, Lao Feng, who was still drunk, pulled out a large pig's head from under the table and gave it to him.
And holding his hand, she told him that although the machine factory was small, it had its advantages.
"There's not much backstabbing, and it's easy to get ahead if you achieve something. Besides, look how good Uncle Feng is to you."
These pig intestines and pig heads were stolen from the gifts my wife gave to her family. If she catches me, I'll get a beating...
Old Feng wiped his wet eyes: "Your Uncle Feng is suffering. Dafei, don't let Uncle Feng down."
Zhang Chengfei looked completely bewildered, but he didn't try to reason with a drunkard. He simply went along with what Lao Feng said and finally managed to leave the factory manager's office carrying the big pig's head.
To be honest, this big pig's head is really something. If I took it back and stewed it, wow, just thinking about the reactions of everyone in the courtyard made him excited.