The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

2 p.m.

There are few people in the Red Star Factory. The workshops are deserted. In the once bustling office building, only the electric fans are blowing weak winds.

The people in the security department were still sticking to their posts, while the electricians were taking advantage of the machines' downtime to switch off the power and check the mechanical circuits. The old electrician urged his apprentice to try whether the equipment still had power.

In the canteen's kitchen, Nan Yi was bored and counting the beads on the abacus, calculating the daily necessities. The pot on the big stove was gurgling with boiling water, and when it cooled down, the last batch of popsicles for the year would be finished.

"Nan Yi, Nan Yi~!"

"Hey, what's up~!"

Putting down the pen in his hand, Nan Yi stood up and hurriedly looked towards the door of the kitchen.

"It's a commendation meeting, why don't you go? Oh, Deputy Director Li had to ask me to come and call you~!"

The chef of the second canteen came running in from outside in a hurry, looking anxious. When he saw Nan Yi walking out of the kitchen calmly, he immediately complained.

"Ah, I'm thinking, holding a commendation meeting has nothing to do with our kitchen, what am I going to do? Deputy Director Li, is that Li Xuewen?"

When he heard the deputy director of the logistics department call him over, Nan Yi took off his sleeves and apron and hurriedly explained.

"Who else could it be except him? Everyone else is here, so hurry up. Hey, little brother, you cook well, but you don't understand our factory~!"

"Awards and commendations have nothing to do with positions or whether one is a leading cadre or not. We all know who has done a good job and who has not. If you are called, it may have something to do with you. Just follow me now!"

"Hmm~?"

Nan Yi finally figured out something. Could it be that the award ceremony was related to him? Nan Yi, who was grabbed by the arm by the chef of the second canteen, thought belatedly.

"Do you think I can go on stage?"

The two of them trotted towards the auditorium. Nan Yi felt a little unsure, mainly because of his own background.

Li Feng has treated him well enough. No one has ever given him a hard time. He can do whatever he wants in the kitchen. If he were to give himself an award, wouldn't it be a bit too greedy?

"Since Deputy Director Li has mentioned your name and asked you to come here, it must be something that you have to do. I came here specially. If you really win the award, you must teach me how to make the fried eggplant with green onions. Don't hide it~!"

"Okay~!"

This is how chefs are. Whether their cooking skills are good or not is determined by the people who eat there. The third canteen did not collapse when He Yuzhu was replaced by Nan Yi. Anyway, it is thriving. The level of a chef is determined by his cooking skills. If he is good, he is good. If he is not good, he is not good. If he is not good, you have to take the initiative to ask for advice and learn a few tricks.

When the two came in, the auditorium was already full. This time it was really full, so packed that it was even fuller than a can.

Fortunately, the seats on the rostrum were still empty, and the people who maintained order were all officers from the security department, who forcibly suppressed a rebellious troublemaker.

Li Xuewu turned around and glanced at the people coming in from behind. He recognized them. They seemed to be from the third and second canteens. After nodding, he let the two people in with an expressionless face and quickly found a place to sit down.

Nan Yi and Li Xuewu looked at each other. Of course, Nan Yi mainly looked at the scar on his forehead. He had also heard of the name of this young man. He seemed to be the younger brother of Deputy Director Li. He nodded as a greeting and hurried to squeeze over to the logistics department.

As soon as his butt touched the stool, Nan Yi had no time to greet the people next to him when applause broke out from the stage.

Looking up, I saw Li Xuewen, deputy director of the logistics department and a graduate of Huaqing University, walking towards the podium from behind the curtain, clapping his hands.

Following his applause, the people sitting in the auditorium also began to applaud one after another.

Until everyone reacted, grand and enthusiastic applause swept across the entire auditorium like a raging wave.

Behind Li Xuewen was the Director of Logistics Zuo Daguo, followed by Deputy Factory Director Shen Jiashi and Secretary and Factory Director Li Feng. As for the people behind Secretary Li, Nan Yi did not recognize them until the remaining members of the leadership team of the Red Star Factory.

All the senior factory leaders, with the unknown leader, gathered in the middle. The thunderous applause seemed to be dedicated to these leaders, as well as to the unknown leader.

Yes, that's right, they all wore green military uniforms and red collar badges and walked to the reserved seats on the rostrum, with the national flag and the military flag intertwined behind them.

Today's military factories seem to be really different from the original state-owned factories.

"Everyone stand up, play the national anthem, play the military song~!" After Li Feng on the stage pressed down his right palm, the thunderous applause gradually stopped, and then his loud voice was heard.

"Swish, swish, swish~!"

In the auditorium, everyone who was originally sitting in an orderly manner stood up subconsciously. Nan Yi, whose butt had just touched the chair and was not yet warm, also stood up.

“Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang…!”

The familiar melody made all the employees in the auditorium straighten their chests, as tomorrow was National Day, a day that all Chinese people were proud of from the bottom of their hearts, not to mention that most of those present were workers.

The working class leads everything~!

As the solemn national anthem ended, the melody of the military song sounded unfamiliar to most of the people present. Not everyone had served in the military. They could understand the melody, but it was difficult for them to recite the words in their hearts.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t adapt. It has been transformed into a military factory and everyone will gradually adapt. The People’s Liberation Army is the people’s army and a member of the working class and peasant class, and a close comrade-in-arms.

Until the end of the military song, everyone's gaze and eyes seemed to be more energetic.

The country belongs to these people below the stage. As long as they are not in the wrong, they dare to slam the table in front of the factory director.

They are really brave, and leading cadres are not allowed to speak loudly. Although they are not rich economically, they are rich in spirit, and so rich that it is outrageous.

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We are poor, but we are poor with confidence and we stand tall!

Everyone can see hope for the future. This is the power in the eyes of these people right now.

"Everyone, please take a seat~!"

As Secretary Li finished speaking, the workers took their seats, and the leaders on the stage also pulled out their chairs and began to sit down formally.

The announcer Xiao Chu nervously hid behind the curtain, so nervous that his fingernails almost broke his palms. After watching the leaders and chiefs sit down, he took a deep breath and walked onto the podium.

"In the golden autumn of October, the sweet osmanthus is fragrant...!"

The little girl Chu, who was standing in the middle of the stage, had a lark-like voice that made everyone in the audience nod their heads. Without the distorted microphone and loud speaker, her voice was indeed as clear and crisp as their section chief had described.

The leaders who sat down listened very carefully. Miss Chu performed well. Behind the curtain, Yu Haitang, who was holding a thermos bottle, became nervous.

"Why isn't the leader drinking tea yet? My arms are almost sore. When will it end? If it were me, I would definitely be better than her~~!"

The world is just a huge makeshift team. The joys and sorrows of each person are always different. Seeing Xiao Chu showing himself in front of everyone in the factory, Yu Haitang wished that person could be replaced by herself.

They both show up, serving tea and hosting, how can they be the same?

After finishing the opening remarks, Xiao Chu kept smiling and bowed towards the audience. Yu Haitang was even more heartbroken because after Secretary Li took the lead in applauding, there was a round of applause.

Miss Chu, with dimples on her cheeks and a cheerful face, walked behind the curtain. As soon as she disappeared from the crowd's sight, she let out a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to pat her chest. However, when she saw Yu Changhua carrying a thermos bottle, she glanced at her from the side and walked back arrogantly.

"The national flag is flying, the whole country is celebrating. The country has been thriving for 16 years since its founding. It is inseparable from all of us present here. Everyone is full of joy and happiness. One day in advance, we gather together to celebrate the birthday of our motherland and offer blessings to our great and prosperous motherland~!"

After the announcer left, Li Feng, who was sitting in the middle left position, flipped the microphone switch, and his softer voice was transmitted to the auditorium.

Not to mention, after taking off his military cap, Secretary Li's image became more intuitive. The two red flags on his collar and the emerald green military uniform made him look both civil and military and very handsome.

After calming down and finishing her work, Miss Chu sneaked back and hid behind the curtain. Like everyone else, she leaned forward, stretched her neck, and watched Secretary Li's expression as he spoke impromptu.

"Today, we are honored to have our Red Star 787 Factory's direct superior, the Director of the General Logistics Department's Defense Industry Office and the Head of the Equipment Department, Shao Zuohua, give a speech at this commendation meeting. Please applaud and welcome him~!"

The thunderous applause rang out again. Director Shao put his military cap back on his head, stood up and saluted the audience.

Now they got to know each other. The workers realized belatedly that their direct superior was really different from before and had been replaced by the head of the army.

"... Now I declare that the commendation meeting of Red Star 787 Factory has officially begun~!" (End of this chapter)