National Tide 1980.

Chapter 574 Fatal Strike

Needless to say, this kind of act of driving a donkey to the shelves will not make people happy.

These master craftsmen sitting on the rostrum don't have the heart to participate in the "farewell party" at all.

Instead of feeling honored, they feel humiliated and lost.

They all felt like they were being thrown into the trash can in a decent way with a bald pencil tip.

But what makes them even more distressed is that the factory leaders' approach of only talking about heroes based on benefits, one-sided pursuit of production scale, and only highlighting commerciality is destined to ruin the future of the arts and crafts industry in Beijing.

In fact, Master Jiang's last speech in the factory was embarrassing.

Although he was on the rostrum, talking about history with excitement, "Beijing Work" is equal to the reputation of "Exquisite Work".

It tells how the material utensils in Beijing were well-known at home and abroad in those days, which caused a sensation of "Naoyangzhuang".

I also counted how many honors these old workers have won for the factory and how many products have been collected by the National Art Museum and museums with their exquisite workmanship and solid spirit.

This is used to persuade the employees in the factory to treat their work with respect and respect.

One has to be down-to-earth, one must not tolerate deceit, and one must not only seek efficiency, and not wash the mud when the carrot is too fast.

At the same time, it also leads to an idea that he has been thinking about these days-traditional handicrafts are actually the basis of industrial production. Even if the production efficiency is low, it cannot be simply "returned".

On the contrary, we should be inclusive, and continue to "advance" is the only way out.

But as a result, his mouth was dry and his voice was hoarse, expressing the craftsman spirit.

Except for the few old masters who touched him, there was no one else.

The young workers sitting below whispered and secretly laughed, thinking that he was a staunch old man and put on the status of a veteran.

And his worries that the factory might not be able to innovate and produce high-quality products in the future did not attract attention at all.

The factory leaders not only yawned, but turned a deaf ear.

He even heard him say "ashamed of history, ashamed of the [-] elders in the factory", probably because of his "scaremongering", a little angry and dissatisfied.

If not, the final commendation speech of the factory leader should not have only a few words.

The awarding of certificates of honor and certificates of merit would end in a hasty manner, as if it were not so confusing.

In particular, the deputy factory director in charge of production actually issued orders to the workers in the factory in public at the end.

Some people are required to clean up the blowing workshops that the master craftsmen have vacated as soon as possible.

Acting in such a hurry can be regarded as a disguised counterattack against Master Jiang, which is already equivalent to slapping people in the face and pushing people out in disguise.

All in all, this "farewell party", let alone a joyous atmosphere, is not even a good get-together.

As soon as the meeting was over, the factory leaders took the lead, followed by the workers, who swarmed out.

Only a few lonely old men and old ladies were left in the conference room.

It seems that they are like a joke, which is extremely bleak.

But this is nothing, the most fatal blow that followed came from his own son, which Master Jiang never expected.

During the lunch break this day, I ate the last meal in the canteen of the factory with a few old guys.

After finishing cleaning the lunch box, Master Jiang walked to the workshop alone, wanting to take a last look at the place where he stayed the longest in his life.

As a result, I came across a few workers playing poker in the half-cleared workshop.

Worker A said, "This shabby workshop should have been closed a long time ago. Good guy, what year is it? You still blow it with your mouth. After working for five years, my buddy's neck can catch up with the toad spirit? How can we find a wife? Three hearts!" "

Worker B said, "No, don't blow it, I can't stand it even with a gas lamp. I won't tell you how many times I suffered when I was an apprentice, but I will suffer so much in summer... Nine of Hearts, compared to You are big, take care of you."

At this time, a familiar voice stopped Master Jiang who was about to walk in the door.

Because it was his son Jiang Guoqiang who spoke.

"Okay, are you content? No matter what, you are better than me. How many years have you endured hardship? These are all the treatment I received when I was young. My dad beat me to do this when I was seven years old, and beat me if I didn't do it. Now I also hope that my son will do it too, saying that he will have to learn this when he goes to elementary school. Our father and son are so miserable... Ten of spades."

Worker A said, "Who can compare with your family? I heard that your father used to name and rank new workers. Hey, how is your family ranked in this life? If you and your son were taught by the old man, You don’t want to talk about senior brothers, do you?”

Jiang Guoqiang was annoyed, "Go ahead, what are you talking about. This is a family tradition, which is different from the general master-student relationship. Have you read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? Dali Duan's 'Yiyang Finger' understands Is it? Besides, the name ranking is also an old calendar, feudal dross. Who are you changing the name now? The Public Security Bureau will not agree."

At this time, Worker C said, "Qiangzi, your dad has shaved his face today, and he looks very energetic. But it's just that he doesn't speak very well on this stage. He is the third co-author again. He is on the last shift." , and don’t even talk about stopping the meeting. Look at the embarrassment of our factory leader, his face is not a problem. I didn’t say that, you boy, you will hang up in the future. Don’t make trouble with your father, and the retribution will fall on you... What? No one wants Club A? Four, five, six..."

Jiang Guoqiang immediately yelled "Seven Eight Nine" and then sighed.

"Who said no, my father didn't let me worry. He said he was happy, offended everyone, and walked away. I have to continue working here. Why doesn't he You know, think about it for me? He has been in charge of me for more than [-] years, and he finally quit, and he even gave me such a big gift. I don’t have a fucking bright future. What a fool.”

Worker A said, "Hey, take it easy, kid. I'm going to tell Mr. Jiang about this. Is it good for you?"

Jiang Guoqiang didn't care.

"No one wants it, a bag of two gags... Am I still afraid of him? His precious workshop was dismantled by us today. What else can he do to me? He can also punish me to continue to light the blowtorch and clean up for him No?"

"Tch, if you want me to say that the factory should have let him go a long time ago, what is the purpose of enshrining such a Buddha? I know how to talk about his old orders every day, why he can't be opportunistic, why slow work produces meticulous work, and what skills are not burdensome. Look. Look, now that the machines are replaced, who wants purely handmade things?"

"Is it the real thing? Every day I say that if I don't work hard, I will be punished, and my conscience is disturbed... The materials that imitate hibiscus stones and jadeite are selling well. Isn't this a fake? Let me tell you, material tools are good at it It's an industry of counterfeiting, and my father has spent his whole life thinking about how to counterfeit. So what's the truth?"

"Let me tell you, I really envy you. I am too unfortunate to be born in this family, and I was completely delayed. If I didn't have such a father, I would have been transferred to the delivery workshop. What art do I have to learn? Automation every day , the work is not tiring, and the bonus can get more than ten dollars a month. If there is such a father, I won’t be able to hold my head up in the factory all the time, and just be a stupid X blow molding worker..."

The words of his own son hit Master Jiang hard like a hammer.

Today is the day he officially retires. On the day he left the factory, he unexpectedly heard the title of "stupid X blow molding worker".

He only felt that his eyes were dark, his heart was tight, and he didn't know anything...

(End of this chapter)