Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

People aren't comparing who does less work, gets more money, or how smart they seem.

It's about who has the best skills, the highest level of expertise, and does the most work, earning more of the rewards they deserve through their own hard work.

Everyone who saw it was both impressed and envious!

For most people, reaching level six in their occupation means the end of their career.

There are plenty of people who have spent most of their lives still stuck at level two or three.

Level 4 employees are the backbone of the factory, while Level 6 employees can mentor apprentices or work in specialized workshops making precision parts.

Therefore, anyone who can reach level six, regardless of their job, is no ordinary person.

Take Uncle Yi Zhonghai, for example. He's an eighth-grade fitter and one of the best in the factory. He even has several apprentices.

Everyone who sees him must treat him with utmost respect, addressing him as "Master Yi."

Even the factory manager had to politely address him as "Master Yi."

Liu Haizhong, a level seven forging worker, is a skilled blacksmith in the factory who is no less capable than Liu Haizhong.

Because forging is also a special type of work.

Look at him, whipping the kids every day at home, making them scream and yell.

What is the basis for this?

That brute strength was all honed by swinging a sledgehammer at the forging station.

Blacksmiths have a common name: 'blacksmiths'.

A red-hot iron block in the furnace is placed on a stake and hammered repeatedly.

By the end of the day, the young man's arms were swollen from swinging the weight.

If you don't have the strength, what are you doing doing blacksmithing?!

When apprentices enter the training facility for assessment, the master craftsman holds a red-hot iron block in front of them and asks them to smash it with a hammer.

If you can consistently succeed every time, that's what it means to have forging potential.

If you fail, whether you can get into the factory depends on the mood of the supervisor who is assessing you.

Is it really that simple for Second Uncle Liu Haizhong to become a Level 7 blacksmith?

However, this person places too much importance on the 'cadre' status.

All he thinks about is how to be a leader, giving orders, directing this person, and reprimanding that person.

If he had focused his energy on technical skills, he would probably be an eighth-level forging worker by now, and his salary would have increased significantly.

Currently, his monthly salary is 92 yuan, which is 7 yuan less than that of the old man.

Once he reached level eight, he could earn 108 yuan a month, which was more than Yi Zhonghai's salary even without subsidies.

Making money, isn't it more appealing than being an official?

Moreover, the status of an eighth-grade worker is far superior to that of a seventh-grade worker.

Just like the 'head' of the First Affiliated Hospital and the 'abbot' of the General Hospital.

The difference here is surprisingly large!

Chapter 18 We Workers Have Power

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As he watched his experience points gradually fill up, Yang Jianguo felt extremely satisfied.

When they get to work, they are full of passion and enthusiasm.

His attitude inspired the entire group, and everyone worked hard, shouting enthusiastically.

"We workers have power, hey~" I heard the familiar song that had been ingrained in my mind since childhood.

The crowd looked up, exchanged smiles, and shouted, "Hey, we workers are strong, busy every day..."

"...skyscrapers were built, subways and coal mines were constructed, and the world was transformed in a completely different way!"

At first, only Yang Jianguo and his group sang, but gradually the whole workshop joined in.

The sound was deafening and exhilarating.

There's no good or bad, high or low, and it doesn't concern itself with melody or tune.

The most beautiful song is the sincere shout from a heart full of passion and all the strength in one's body.

The loud singing voices pierced through the workshop and resounded in all directions.

Like a red ocean sweeping in, it spread in all directions, covering the entire Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

The powerful, resounding songs conveyed the workers' confidence to half of Beijing.

That was the joy of the people being masters of their own destiny, and the working class's love for their motherland.

It also represents the hope and aspiration to build a better future with one's own hands.

It is the voice of the people, the voice of the motherland, the voice of the world: "The people of the Dragon Kingdom have stood up!"

When Yang Jianguo arrived at the factory director's office, he was still immersed in the passion brought by the collective.

Inside the room, Director Yang was facing the window with his back to the door.

His back was ramrod straight, and his hands, clasped tightly together behind his back, trembled slightly.

"Director."

After calming himself down, Yang Jianguo knocked on the door with a smile and went inside.

"Ah." Factory Director Yang shuddered and loosened his clenched fist.

Turning to look at him, the excitement on her face vanished abruptly, replaced by a broad smile: "Jianguo, congratulations!"

"Factory manager, what good news has made you, the head of the factory, so happy?"

Yang Jianguo pulled out a chair and sat down facing the factory director.

Seeing how at ease he was, as if he were at home, Director Yang pointed at him with his cigarette between his fingers and tilted his head to strike a match.

Sizzle, smack, smack~

After lighting his cigarette, Director Yang shook the match and tossed it into the ashtray.

"Have one?"

"No, I have to go to work later!"

Yang Jianguo waved his hand in refusal, and Factory Director Yang then put the cigarette back in his pocket.

He took two puffs of his cigarette.

Factory Director Yang then smiled and said, "It's not that I have any good news, it's that you, Jianguo, have some good news. I heard you're getting married soon."

Yang Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Factory Director, I'm innocent!"

"Who spread this rumor? I just went on a blind date, and nothing's settled yet!"

"Not settled yet? I heard you've already prepared the bride price."

Factory Director Yang chuckled and said, "What, are you afraid I'll misbehave if I go to your wedding banquet?"

Yang Jianguo waved his hands repeatedly, taking his leave, saying, "How could I dare! If such a high-ranking leader as you really came to eat at my banquet, it would be an honor for me, Yang Jianguo. How could I not appreciate it?"

"However, things are really not settled yet! I wouldn't dare to fool anyone like you!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Director Yang realized that the rumor was wrong.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to give the item to the kid first.

Since he's made up his mind, the wedding can't be delayed by more than a few days.

A level-four special worker earns 75.8 yuan a month. He has a good family background, high qualifications, and is an intellectual.

Urban household registration, and two rooms...

Given his qualifications, if Director Yang's daughter were still unmarried, she would have wanted to introduce her to him.

Why worry about not finding a husband? The matchmakers should be fighting over it.

"I heard you got married, so I prepared some things for you on behalf of the factory. Take a look."

Factory Director Yang took out the items: two tickets.

Radios and sewing machines, exactly the same.

Then there was another slip of paper, which read, 'The holder of this slip may receive fifty catties of refined wheat flour, by special approval!'

There were several stamps on the bottom, one on top of the other.

There were people from Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, the canteen and logistics office, the security department, the labor union...

These 50 jin of refined white flour were enough to collect almost all the official seals of every department in the factory.

"You saw the stamp on it too. These fifty catties of refined white flour weren't easy to come by, so be careful with them."

Chapter Nineteen: Wealthy and Enjoying Special Treatment

Even Director Yang himself was envious; that was fifty jin of refined white flour.

What does it feel like to eat a steamed bun made from refined white flour?

Soft, tender, and sweet.

That was incredibly satisfying, even more so than being a god.

Besides being used to entertain high-ranking leaders, VIPs, and honored war heroes.

Even though he's the factory manager, you only see him a few times a month.

Now, Yang Jianguo has gained 50 jin in one go.

Factory Director Yang was filled with envy!

However, when I think about the contributions he made to the factory...

Factory Director Yang felt that fifty jin was too little, and that giving more wouldn't be enough.

"Your innovative improvement concept has been adopted and has been validated in practice during cold treatment and tensile repair processes."

Factory Director Yang stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, straightened his shirt, and stood as straight as a model, speaking earnestly:

"Comrade Yang Jianguo, I hope you can continue your efforts."

Continue to shine in your respective positions, contributing to the prosperity and development of our motherland.

Yang Jianguo, who was sitting in perfect posture, immediately stood up, head held high and chest out: "Yes, it is my honor as a worker."

"Thank you for the organization's care and trust. I will definitely continue to work hard in the future and live up to the organization's expectations."

Seeing his awareness, Director Yang smiled with satisfaction and said with a gesture of pressing down with his palm, "Alright, alright, sit down and let's talk."

"Take the things back, but don't make a fuss about it."

The current environment is still very difficult.

If this fifty catties of refined white flour causes a huge uproar.

If this causes dissatisfaction among many workers, he, as the factory manager, will be in big trouble.

"Understood, I will definitely eat it secretly."

Seeing him deliberately shrinking his neck like a thief and glancing around nervously, Director Yang pointed and chuckled as he scolded:

"You, I told you not to be so ostentatious, it's not like you're doing anything wrong. Come on, come on, I'm getting angry just looking at you."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for your concern. I'm off." He swept his hand across the table and stuffed the items into his pocket.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Yang Jianguo patted his pockets as he left the house.

We're practically rolling in money now, aren't we?

As long as you are willing to work, you can create wealth, create value, and improve your social status.

"This is what life should be like!"