The booming era begins with the director of the Propaganda Department!

Chapter 213 Taking office! !
Yang Baili told Zhang Chenfei what he was thinking, lowered his head and began to nibble on the steamed buns with black pickle dumplings that he brought from home, eating each bite with relish.

"You eat this?" Zhang Chenfei was surprised.

"This month's salary has been spent. I have no money to buy breakfast outside, so I can only eat this to cope with one bite." Yang Baili replied.

"You kid is used to eating at Dadi Western Restaurant, won't your throat get sore after eating this?" Zhang Chenfei teased.

Yang Baili swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth hard, took another sip of water, and then freed his mouth to answer him: "I'm telling you, Da Fei, don't underestimate people.

Do you think I've been eating steak and goulash every day since I was a kid? I also lived through hard times when I was a child.

When I was a child, I stayed with my grandma at first. Later, when my grandma passed away, I lived with the nanny in Y'an... The conditions were difficult at that time, and the food we had was not good.

Even now, my father never allows us to create a big gap between us and the common people. Our family eats stick noodle pancakes and drinks stick noodle porridge two days out of seven days a week. "

Most of the time he went to Western restaurants before, it was with friends from those compounds.

The only time I treated her was when I went on a blind date with Xian Lingling and asked Zhang Chenfei to accompany me.

"To be honest, if you drink the thick soup from Mao Xiong and your throat is sore, you might as well drink pimple soup." Yang Baili complained.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Chenfei suddenly became interested: "It is said that it is easy to change from frugality to luxury. You have been in the city for four or five years, and you can still maintain your original intention?"

Although I don't know what Yang Baili's father does specifically, judging from the few words he usually says and the fact that his second uncle is Factory Director Yang, it seems that Yang Baili is a genuine second-generation official.

Even if such a person suffered hardship before liberation, it would not be easy for him to maintain his original intention in this way after seeing the colorful world of the Four-Nine Cities in the past few years after liberation.

Zhang Chenfei thought about this and suddenly said: "Sometimes I really envy you..."

As for what to envy? It’s not that I envy the other person for having a backer, someone to help him with everything.

Rather, I envy him for being able to maintain an innocent heart and not be polluted by power or money under certain conditions.

Zhang Chenfei asked himself, if he were put in Yang Baili's position, he would definitely use all available elements to work hard to climb up.

After all, the higher the mountain, the more beautiful the scenery.

But obviously, Yang Baili didn't think so.

Yang Baili took another bite of the steamed bun and said vaguely: "Well, what do I have to envy? I am led by my parents every day.

Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about this steel rolling mill. I didn’t plan to come here originally. I was eyeing the position of typist in the machine repair shop..."

In order to get the typist position, he went through the back door and used connections for the first time.

Unexpectedly, under the operation of his second uncle, he was finally dismissed, and the bully who he looked down upon the most rose to the top.

Who can I talk to to explain this? ?
Yang Baili felt sad when he thought of the girl with two shiny braids in the machine repair shop.

His stillborn first love! ! Before it even sprouted, his parents and second uncle poured icy rain on it to completely kill it, leaving no chance of resurrection! ! !

Bitter! ! Yang Baili felt sad for a while, then thought again, but it was okay.

Fortunately, now he has a new goal.

Although Xian Lingling is not as beautiful as the girl with big braids, she is still a good person...

Thinking of this, Yang Baili happily ate the steamed buns again.

Yes, he is still happy-go-lucky! !

Zhang Chenfei suddenly felt a little boring when he saw that this guy accepted the reality so easily.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch and found that it was already half past eight, less than half an hour before Director Yang arrived in the office.

So he stopped talking to Yang Baili, got up and entered the office inside.

When you enter the door, you first take a water cup, sprinkle the remaining water on the ground, sweep the floor with a broom, and clean the trash can.

Then I twisted a rag and wiped the desk and bookshelf again.

After completing this process, he picked up the bamboo thermos and poured a pot of water, washed the cup into which the remaining tea had been poured, and brewed Director Yang's tea in advance.

After doing all this, there was less than five minutes left before Factory Director Yang went to work, so he returned to the outside again.

Before Secretary Gu left yesterday, he had already handed over the documents, various needed items, some half-finished follow-up work, and precautions to Zhang Chenfei.

Zhang Chenfei sat down and took out a document and looked through it, pretending to be immersed in reading.

He was pressed for time and had only flipped through a few pages of work notes before Director Yang opened the door and came in.

"What time did Xiao Zhang come?"

Zhang Chenfei hurriedly stood up and replied: "I arrived at the factory at 7:50, first went to the Publicity Department, and then went to the factory office to complete the procedures with Director Su..."

Director Yang nodded and pointed to the inner door: "Come in with me. I have something to tell you."

After saying that, he went straight to the back room without hesitation.

He didn't say a word to Yang Baili from beginning to end, and seemed to just ignore him.

Yang Baili had already finished eating the steamed buns at this time, and curled his lips when he saw this, as if you don't like me, and I don't like you.

Zhang Chenfei ignored their uncle and nephew's affairs and followed Factory Director Yang into the back room.

Director Yang opened the door to the back room and was slightly startled when he saw the neat floor, the clean table and the still steaming tea.

Even though he is the head of the factory, the cleaning ladies and uncles in the factory are usually responsible for the sanitation of the public areas of the factory.

Secretary Gu only does his own job and never does these things.

Therefore, Factory Director Yang himself has always been personally responsible for the hygiene of the back room of the factory director's office.

Director Yang is a combat hero who has been on the battlefield and has strong self-care ability. He does these tasks easily and has never paid attention to these details before.

But now, looking at the tidy office and the tea that was just right in his mouth, he suddenly felt a little relaxed.

After all, as the head of a factory, he usually prefers to do big things, steer the factory, and control the direction, rather than doing these small things himself.

It's not like I never thought that someone could do this for me, but if I asked someone else to do it myself, I was afraid that someone would gossip.

So before, he simply did it himself.

Unexpectedly, although Xiao Zhang is young, he is more considerate than Secretary Gu...

Thinking of this,

When Director Yang spoke again, his tone became much kinder: "Xiao Zhang, sit down. Secretary Gu must have handed over all the work content to you before going to the training."

Zhang Chenfei sat upright, looking like a damn good boy: "Yeah, Secretary Gu has arranged all the tasks that need to be handed over to me. He also left me notes on some tasks that were difficult to handle." Director Yang nodded. : "Although you have worked as a temporary secretary for Lou Zhenhua before, it was outside and there were not many things to deal with, that is, making meeting minutes and so on.

Now that I'm here, I have to take care of everyone in the factory. If you don't understand something, go to the factory office and find another secretary. "

Having said this, seeing Zhang Chenfei's face change slightly, he immediately understood something and said:
"I personally gave my permission for you to come over and be a temporary secretary. If anyone doesn't cooperate with your work, you can come to me."

Zhang Chenfei thought to himself, Secretary Gu said before that he recommended me to you personally, and now you say that you personally recommended me as my general.

! They both want me to read Hao'er, these two are both old foxes!

Pooh! !

Although I think so in my heart, I can't say it on my face. He just beat his chest loudly and said that thanks to the leadership's love, I must work hard and not disappoint the leadership's expectations.

"As for my colleagues in the factory office... forget it, if there are difficulties, I will work hard to overcome them and try not to trouble them.

I am also a person from the Publicity Department. If I suddenly parachute into our factory office, everyone may not be able to accept it for a while..."

Zhang Chenfei's words were very tactful, but all the information that should be disclosed was revealed.

That is, those officers and cadres in the factory office were envious, jealous, and deliberately ostracized me because of my parachute landing.

The factory director naturally understood what he meant, but instead of saying anything, he changed the subject.

He handed over a piece of information and told Zhang Chenfei that this would be used for the meeting tomorrow afternoon and asked him to write a summary based on it.

Zhang Chenfei took it and flipped through it briefly before placing the information on the coffee table.

He took out a small black notebook from his pocket and wrote down something on it.

After finishing writing, he said: "This summary is for you, the director, to use tomorrow afternoon. How about I write the summary and hand it over to you before 10 noon tomorrow? This way you can go through it in advance and see if anything is inappropriate. I can modify it according to your wishes.

Also, what time is your meeting tomorrow afternoon? I'll remind you half an hour in advance, okay? "

"Okay, the meeting will be at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Director Yang saw Zhang Chenfei taking the pen and writing down notes in the small book. Only then did he realize that the other party was taking the tasks he had assigned and his work The arrangements were all recorded.

Director Yang picked up the water cup with satisfaction and took a sip of hot tea. Then he suddenly remembered that Zhang Chenfei was responsible for the cleanliness of the office and the tea.

Although he was very happy in his heart, he certainly couldn't say that with his mouth. He looked at Zhang Chenfei and said with a smile on his face:

"Xiao Zhang, just do your job well. From now on, you don't have to do the hygiene in my office. I can do it myself."

Zhang Chenfei looked back at him with an extremely serious expression: "Director, you are the director of the first factory, the helmsman of the steel rolling mill. How many tasks in the factory require your leadership, how can you do these trivial things?

Don't worry, just sweeping the floor, wiping the table, and pouring a cup of tea won't take much effort on my part. I'll just do it with my hands.

And doing this will definitely not affect my other work. If you are worried that I will affect my normal work, I can come to work twenty minutes early every day to deal with these things. "

Factory Director Yang now felt at ease and said, "It's not necessary to go to work twenty minutes early. As long as it doesn't affect normal work, then you can do these things."

"Okay, director, what are your work arrangements this morning?" Zhang Chenfei held his palm-sized notebook in his hand again.

"This morning..." Director Yang thought for a moment, "I will go to the canteen to check at eleven o'clock, and the rest will be gone."

Zhang Chenfei took a pen and wrote down in his notebook: "Okay, you have one main schedule today, which is to check the canteen at 11 o'clock. I will remind you at 10:40.

One is to have a meeting at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I will remind you of this itinerary at two thirty tomorrow afternoon. "

After finishing speaking, the pen stopped.

Zhang Chenfei snapped and closed the notebook: "If you have nothing to do, I won't disturb your work. I'll be outside. If you need anything, director, just call me at any time."

Factory Director Yang waved his hand, intending to signal Zhang Chenfei to return to his work station.

But he seemed to suddenly think of something again, and said, "Well, Xiao Zhang, Yang Baili's side..."

Before he said a few words, he suddenly stopped talking again, as if he was thinking about what words to use.

But in the end, he just sighed and continued: "Forget it, you should do your job first, and you don't have to worry about him. Let him be."

Zhang Chenfei nodded: "Okay, leader, I'll go out first."

After Zhang Chenfei returned to his seat, he carefully read through the thick pile of information handed over by Director Yang.

It mainly contained production reports for each workshop of the rolling mill and the first three quarters of 1953, and what he had to do was to summarize them.

This job is not difficult to do, as long as you get all the data, organize it together, and then write a manuscript.

After Zhang Chenfei read through the information, he took out the manuscript paper and started working.

Yang Baili on the side was bored. He saw him flipping through information and taking notes, so he couldn't help but come over curiously.

"Da Fei, what are you doing?"

Zhang Chenfei continued to move his hands without looking at him, and said, "Let's summarize the production capacity of the factory in the first three quarters."

"Why summarize this?" Yang Baili scratched his head.

"Isn't it about to enter the fourth quarter? The Ministry of Metallurgy probably wants a production report." Zhang Chenfei didn't want to say too much to Yang Baili, since the other party couldn't understand it anyway, so he said perfunctorily.

Yang Baili didn't hear the response in his words. Instead, he sat next to him and took out a piece of manuscript paper.

Time passed quickly. At 1953: in the morning, Zhang Chenfei summarized the arrangements for the first quarter of , and Yang Baili drew a map of Nezha's troubles.

Seeing Zhang Chenfei put down his pen and rubbed his temples, he stretched out his masterpiece in front of the other person's eyes: "Look, how do my pen drawings look??"

"Very good, you should go to an art university and become an artist in the future." Zhang Chenfei said perfunctorily, got up and walked into the back room.

"Da Fei, what are you doing? We haven't finished talking yet?"

"I'm going to remind Factory Director Yang to work." Zhang Chenfei didn't look back, just waved his hand.

Yang Baili looked at his back and muttered: "But you haven't finished speaking to me yet."

He lowered his head, looked at his words in his hand, and murmured to himself: "Am I really good at painting??? Art university?? Hiss!! That's a good idea!!"

Why is it not better than being watched by my second uncle in the steel rolling mill? ! ! Why don't you go home at night and discuss it with your mother? ? Yang Baili rubbed his hands excitedly.

Zhang Chenfei didn't know that his few words had already deceived Yang Baili.

After opening the door to the back room, he took out his small black notebook and said, "Director, you have to go to the canteen for inspection at eleven o'clock. There are still twenty minutes left."

Director Yang looked up at the wall clock and then at Zhang Chenfei: "Okay, Xiao Zhang, no more, no less."

This concept of time is okay! !
(End of this chapter)