The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 110 Decision Regarding Comrade Qian Jin's Appointment (Please Subscribe)
Qian Jin expedited the taking of Wei Qinghuan's statement and took her home to treat the bruises on her shoulder.

Along the roadsides and in the shaded areas behind the buildings, the snow, bathed in moonlight, appeared even whiter.

The effects of adrenaline had worn off, and Wei Qinghuan even frowned when walking.

She instinctively reached out to rub her shoulder, but Qian Jin pressed her arm down: "Don't move, absolutely do not touch the wound. We'll go back right away to apply medicine and ice, and help it recover as soon as possible."

Wei Qinghuan tilted her head slightly and examined him in the moonlight. She saw a serious face and bluish stubble on his chin and couldn't help but laugh.

Qian Jin rolled his eyes at her: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you for making a fuss over nothing," Wei Qinghuan said softly. "It's alright, I have experience. I once got hit on the shoulder with a hoe, and it swelled up to the size of a steamed bun, but I still went to work as usual."

“I know what I’m doing. This time it’s not as serious as last time, so I can still go give lectures.”

Qian Jin was both distressed and annoyed: "You're still giving lectures? You need to ask for leave. You can't go anywhere. You need to rest in bed!"

Wei Qinghuan laughed again: "I'm not a sickly beauty like Lin Daiyu, nor a beautiful young lady from a storybook. I'm a strong and brave modern woman. Don't worry, I'm really fine."

Qian Jin glared at her: "You have to listen to me on this matter. There's no room for negotiation."

The church bells in the distance struck seven times, startling night birds into a flurry of activity. Snowflakes fell from the branches, shattering and crystallizing in her hair.

Wei Qinghuan was about to sweep her hair when Qian Jin pressed down on her arm again: "Don't move, I'll do it."

Qian Jin pulled off his work gloves, his fingertips touching her smooth, black hair.

A snowflake was accidentally swept into her collar.

The female teacher shivered twice, and the snowflakes on the back of her snow-white neck melted, leaving a few glistening drops.

The two walked home on the icy road, the old-fashioned streetlights casting blurry halos on the snow.

Qian Jin supported her with a self-righteous air.

The cyclists on the road watched this scene in disbelief.

Someone saw Wei Qinghuan's face clearly by the light and immediately wailed, "All the good cabbages have been eaten by pigs!"

Wei Qinghuan lowered her head in embarrassment.

Qian Jin: "Don't move..."

"They didn't touch it this time!" Wei Qinghuan was both annoyed and amused.

Once inside the dark stairwell, Qian Jin simply put his arm around her waist: "Be careful not to slip or fall. Your shoulder can't have any more accidents."

Wei Qinghuan lowered her head even further.

Her clothes were trembling.

When she got to the door, she took out her keys and said, "I can manage by myself, it's no big deal."

Qian Jin said, "Don't underestimate these injuries. You're a young lady, and your qi and blood are already weak. Now that you're injured, it will further damage your qi and blood. You have to take this seriously."

"Go to the inner room, I'll go back and get the medicine."

He quickly returned to 205 and used the gold box to buy some medicine, both for external and internal use.

He knows a little about this.

Because he used to occasionally fall while delivering food, sprains and bruises were not a problem for him.

The combined effects of Musk Blood-Activating and Stasis-Removing Ointment and Polysulfated Mucopolysaccharide Cream are comparable to those of Yunnan Baiyao.

Oral medications such as Huoxue Zhitong capsules and Sanqi tablets can relieve pain and remove blood stasis.

Qian Jin moved the cast iron furnace to the inner room, where flames roared and heat surged.

Wei Qinghuan sat with her back to the window, swinging her long legs. When she noticed Qian Jin enter the room, her cheeks quickly turned red.

The low-wattage light cast her silhouette onto the calendar commemorating the "Meeting at Jinggang Mountain".

Then, Qian Jin's image appeared on the calendar again.

The two figures met.

"You need to take off your sweater." Qian Jin breathed on his palm, and the white mist quickly condensed into frost flowers on the glass window.

Wei Qinghuan's voice trembled as she said anxiously, "I can do it myself."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the veins on her neck rose and fell slightly with each swallow.

Qian Jin said seriously, "You have a trapezius muscle injury in your scapula. Your right hand can't reach, and overstretching it will only cause more damage!"

He didn't understand what that sentence meant.

Anyway, he did his best to use all the medical terms related to shoulder injuries.

Wei Qinghuan panicked and shook her head repeatedly.

Qian Jin slapped the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" left by his cheap old man next to her and said:

"I'm a doctor now. Be serious and don't overthink it. Doctors have the heart of parents, no, doctors don't see gender."

Wei Qinghuan puffed out her cheeks and pinched her collar with her right hand, refusing to cooperate.

Qian Jin said, "Look, you're sweating from the pain on your forehead. You need to get treatment as soon as possible; we can't delay."

"I know you're embarrassed, but I'm a doctor now, hehe, cough cough, you're the patient, so let's treat the illness."

"Actually, if there were any female comrades around, you could have one apply the medicine for you, but there aren't any right now."

Wei Qinghuan glared at him: "Stop it. The sweat on my head isn't from pain, it's from being scared by you."

She lowered her head again: "We haven't known each other for very long..."

Qian Jin understood what she meant and said firmly, "But I will marry you! I definitely want to marry you!"

Wei Qinghuan suddenly looked up at him.

Eyes facing each other.

She bit her lip but didn't look away, carefully examining Qian Jin.

Qian Jin nodded solemnly.

Wei Qinghuan lowered her head again and whispered, "Go turn off the lights. The moon and moonlight are bright enough."

Qian Jin almost snapped the light cord.

When he returned, Wei Qinghuan had already unbuttoned her coat, and she used her index finger to hook the collar and gently pull it out.

I couldn't help but gasp.

It really hurts.

A small portion of her back was exposed, and when her arms opened and closed, a thin bone was clearly visible under her skin, like a butterfly wing.

The wound was on the front of the left scapula; the thin shoulder looked as white as snow on the road under the moonlight.

The delicate skin in the hollow of her collarbone is snow-white and smooth, like a natural pearl-bearing shell bed.

Looking back, the bruises had already surfaced, turning a purplish-red color.

Qian Jin used a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to wipe her back in circular motions; the coolness caused small goosebumps to rise on her back.
"Let me disinfect it first. Since you don't have any wounds, alcohol is the best option. The cooling effect of alcohol can help constrict blood vessels and prevent injury."

“If it hurts a lot, bite this.” He bravely extended his wrist to Wei Qinghuan.

Wei Qinghuan grabbed his wrist with her right hand and pulled it up, and actually bit him.

I took a small bite.

Qian Jin felt no pain at all.

With her fingertips drenched in ointment, Wei Qinghuan gently slid the ointment across her skin, her head drooping lower and lower.

Qian Jin suddenly noticed a lovely cinnabar mole behind her ear, which looked like an unburnt incense stick in the moonlight.

He touched it gently.

Wei Qinghuan immediately patted his arm: "Don't touch it, there's no injury there, I know that."

Qian Jin chuckled, "I thought it was bleeding, but it's just a mole."

Apply both ointments.

He then wrapped the bandages tightly twice more.

This is a pressure-based hemostasis method, which is very useful.

This process was the most painful. The bandages pressed on the wound, and Wei Qinghuan's lower back arched in a breathtaking arc. Then she turned her head and bit her ponytail.

But suppressed sobs still escaped through her hair.

Qian Jin used all his skill to tie a bow at the end of the bandage, which hung askew on his shoulder.

He helped Wei Qinghuan straighten her clothes, and his palm accidentally brushed against her skin.

The female teacher's back instantly tensed up like a fully drawn bowstring, beads of sweat rolled down her shoulder blades, her entire neck turned red, and the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

Qian Jin looked at it and, for some reason, it reminded him of the big red shrimp candy that Luo Huijuan had given him.

The north wind outside rattled against the windowpane, but it couldn't drown out the sound of their intertwined breaths.

Very strong.

Wei Qinghuan inadvertently caught Qian Jin's gaze, quickly clutched her clothes tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "No, no, I can't, I'll be arrested and sentenced!"

Qian Jin didn't say anything.

He went to get water for the female teacher to take her medicine.

Feeling wronged, the female teacher pushed his arm away, saying, "Why are you so quiet? What are you angry about?"

Qian Jin felt even more aggrieved and said, "Where am I angry? I was using all my strength to restrain my desire to pounce on you!"

"I can't control myself anymore..."

He lunged at Wei Qinghuan, his arms outstretched as if he were a hungry wolf pouncing on its mother.

Wei Qinghuan laughed, opened the window, and ran out: "I'm going to class."

Qian Jin was speechless.

It was indeed a golden age.

One or two of them are really responsible!

Since he had nothing to do, he simply went back to doing business.

They want to sell "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

He needs to buy milk powder and a new batch of spicy hot pot seasoning packets. He also plans to make oden.

Although oden originated from Japan, as the saying goes, "foreign things should be used for Chinese purposes, and foreign things should be used for Chinese purposes." This dish is excellent for cooking vegetables and is particularly effective in winter.

Qian Jin first put "Dream of the Red Chamber" on the shelves.

His prediction was correct.

This two-volume set of Dream of the Red Chamber is a hardcover edition printed in 1927 by Shanghai Wenmin Data Publishing House. It is printed vertically in traditional Chinese characters and the two volumes are worth 80,000 yuan.

The case of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is similar, but it was published a little later, in 1932 by the same publisher.

It's cheaper, it costs 45,000 yuan.

Qian Jin was already quite satisfied with the 125,000 yuan he earned from this trip to the black market.

The supplies to be purchased are not expensive.

He bought five cans of baby formula.

He bought all sorts of brands, including Junlebao, Feilu, Feihe, Mead Johnson, and Aptamil.

I just won't buy from Yili or Mengniu.

The reason he bought five cans was because they were all small cans weighing a little over 100 grams.

For the same brand and quality of milk powder, the price of a small can is much cheaper than that of a large can.

All five cans of milk powder were repackaged into sealed bags, and the cans were thrown into the stove and burned in a circular motion, burning away the packaging information.

That evening, Qian Jin arranged for someone to take Song Zhiyuan home by bicycle. The next day, he went to see Song Zhiyuan on his way and gave him a small bag of milk powder.
"This is a special milk powder for children, it helps them grow taller and stronger. It's supposedly an imported product, my friend bought it at a ghost market."

"Also, you can ride my bicycle to Taishan Road from now on. I'll share one with a friend for now."

Song Zhiyuan expressed his gratitude repeatedly.

He took a sip of the milk powder and looked puzzled: "Did they add soybean flour to this? Why does it taste like soybeans?"

How could Qian Jin know why stage 1 infant formula has a beany smell?

But he knew there was definitely nothing wrong with the milk powder.

So he started making things up: "They added deep-sea fish oil, so it has a slightly fishy smell, but it's good for children's development. Just believe me, would I lie to you?"

Song Zhiyuan is making formula for his child.

Brew with boiling water, let it cool to lukewarm before feeding it to the child.

Qian Jin had never raised a child, but he remembered that this was wrong: "Why did you use boiling water to brew it? You should use warm water, and give it to the child to drink directly after brewing."

Song Zhiyuan explained, "This is a chemical problem. There are three factors that affect the solubility of a solid substance: the properties of the solute, the properties of the solvent, and temperature..."

Once Qian Jin realized that the other person was a professional, he had no choice but to stop questioning them.

He strolled to his workplace and was surrounded by several people who were already there, all looking at him with disbelief.

Qian Jin's anus tightened as he looked at him: "What's wrong? What happened again?"

Hu Shunzi, looking utterly dejected, punched the table.
“I asked the foremen of other teams yesterday, and they all encountered older workers asking for help to move things in the beverage area on the day it snowed.”

"As a result, these dogs showed absolutely no party spirit or awareness; not a single one of them went!"

Li Chenggong reminded him, "Foreman Hu, you didn't go either."

Hu Shunzi shouted, "I'm just a dog's offspring too!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin recalled the scene when he was moving goods in the beverage section.

There does seem to be something unusual.

In particular, he recalled that when he was leaving after the project was completed, the old worker who had asked him for help said to him, "If I'm not mistaken, I can congratulate you in advance."

Based on the information Hu Shunzi had gathered, it was probably a test conducted by higher-level leaders on their candidates for battalion commander.
That was exactly what Hu Shunzi meant. He slammed his hand on his head in frustration and pounded the table with the other: "What's going on up there? Appointing battalion commanders wasn't like this before. Why are they using this probing tactic now?"

Qian Jin asked, "What was it like before?"

Lao Guai explained that the first step is to nominate candidates.

In the case of selecting a team leader for the warehousing and transportation department, the department head would submit a list of candidates to the political work section and the labor and wages section based on the job requirements.

Next comes the pre-qualification review, where the political work department will verify the candidates' "three ages and two experiences": age, party membership, and length of service; revolutionary experience and work experience.

Another aspect is democratic evaluation, which involves listening to the evaluations of the candidate's superiors, colleagues, and service recipients.

Individual interviews will be conducted later.

The Political Work Section and the Labor and Wage Section will form an inspection team to conduct one-on-one interviews with candidates, test their work abilities, and focus on understanding their political stance, work performance, and public support.

Finally, the Party Committee of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative discussed the matter, and the results were publicized. At this point, the new team leader could take office.

After listening, Wei Xiongtu helped Qian Jin analyze: "So, when the Political Work Section came to us last time to inquire about Chief Qian's situation, it was during a democratic evaluation?"

"The deputy section chief called Qian Jin away to do test questions; is that probably a personal interview or assessment?"

Old Guai nodded with a complicated expression.

I was both happy and envious.

Qian Jin seemed somewhat insecure: "I think you're all overestimating yourselves. I'm afraid I won't even pass the pre-qualification stage; my family background doesn't meet the requirements."

"What if this year is different from usual, and we don't care about class background anymore?" Er Biao suddenly asked.

"What if this year's prequalification process involves finding experienced workers and having them work on-site to assess your ideological awareness and work performance?"

Hu Shunzi suddenly looked up and howled like a wolf: "Awoo..."

Qian Jin quickly moved away from him.

Why does it look like it has rabies?

He worked diligently, avoiding any mental strain, and focused intently on waiting to finish his shift so he could change Wei Qinghuan's dressing.

With the help of topical and oral medications, along with bandages, Wei Qinghuan's injuries have healed very well this time.

After get off work, the female teacher sat obediently on her bed like a dutiful wife, waiting for Qian Jin.

Qian Jin conducted the inspection very seriously.

The examination results showed that her skin was really smooth and had great elasticity.

Hey!

If subcutaneous bleeding occurs within 48 hours, apply pressure to stop the bleeding and use cold compresses to help the wound heal. After 48 hours, apply heat to promote blood circulation and massage to remove blood stasis.

Qian Jin had been waiting for this moment to arrive.

He was incredibly excited when he went to work that day, and he managed to do the same amount of work as Hu Shunzi while pushing the cart.

Hu Shunzi said sourly, "Oh, Xiao Qian, people are in high spirits when they have good news."

Qian Jin chuckled and said, "You're right, I understand what you mean. Whether you believe it or not, I don't care about any team leader or squad leader position. I'm happy because I've found a girlfriend."

Hu Shunzi asked with interest, "How big are your breasts?"

Qian Jin was unable to communicate with him normally.

Even if he knew Wei Qinghuan's true nature, he wouldn't discuss it with anyone.

That's his wife!
He changed the subject and started rambling on and on. Just then, a large red notice was posted on the outer wall of their office.

Li Chenggong was the first to notice this. He ran over and exclaimed, "It's an official document from the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative!"

The workers who were working all stopped and rushed over to look at the documents.

But when they saw the person who posted the document, they all shrank back and stood timidly to the side.

Qian Jin also went, and his heart was inevitably filled with tension and excitement.

But he didn't need to look at the documents; he knew he had guessed right as soon as he saw the old worker who had posted them!
Because this old worker was the same comrade who had asked him to help with the moving work in the beverage area that day. However, he was different today; he wasn't wearing a bamboo safety helmet, nor was he wearing that faded "Labor is Glorious" armband.

The old worker smiled at him and said, "What did I tell you the other day? I wanted to congratulate you in advance!"

When the workers saw him, they cowered and bowed, saying, "Minister Yang."

Qian Jin looked at the old worker in surprise: "You are...?"

"Our Minister Yang Shengzhang," Lao Guai quickly reminded him.

Qian Jin looked at Yang Shengzhang in surprise.

Is this the image of a minister?
Although the head of the warehousing and transportation department isn't a high-ranking position like a minister in a national department, he's at least a leader at level 25 or above.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, no enterprise, government agency or institution has adopted job titles such as section chief, division chief or department chief. Instead, a unified 30-level administrative rank system established in 1956 has been implemented.

The highest level in this system is Level 1, which is the national leader, and the lowest is Level 30, such as an ordinary janitor or something similar.

Among the 30 levels, those who can truly be considered leaders are at least level 25 or higher.

Therefore, Qian Jin guessed that Yang Shengzhang was at least level 25. In fact, the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives has a unique position, and the level of the same leadership position would be higher. Yang Shengzhang was probably a level 22 or even level 21 leader.

Qian Jin had never met him and did not know him.

Hu Shunzi knew him.

He said with a long face, "Minister Yang, the company is being unfair."

“I heard everything from Xiao Qian. If you go to him yourself to ask him to do the work, do you think he won’t go? If you ask me, I’ll definitely go too!”

Yang Shengzhang sneered: "So how could I possibly intercept you? Every one of us who intercepts you foremen and candidates is someone you don't know."

"I didn't intercept Comrade Qian Jin for any personal gain. I just looked at the list and found that this Comrade Qian Jin was someone I didn't know and who didn't know me!"

“Actually, you all could have seen me if you had gone to the beverage area, and you all understood the significance of asking them to help with the work. But you guys were so disappointing! Not a single one of you veterans went!”

He reached out and patted Qian Jin hard on the shoulder.

Even through his cotton-padded coat, Qian Jin felt some pain.

The old minister's calluses on his hands were even thicker than Hu Shunzi's!

He waved his hand and said, "You don't need to take care of me, just look at the company's notice."

Wei Xiongtu, who had the highest level of education, was pushed to the front and read aloud:
"Haigongfa [1977] No. 238,"
Decision regarding Comrade Qian Jin's appointment
To all departments, directly affiliated units, and grassroots supply and marketing cooperatives:
Under the new circumstances of thoroughly implementing the spirit of the 11th National Congress of the Communist Party of China and fully carrying out the important instructions of the leaders to "grasp revolution and promote production," Comrade Qian Jin, since joining the workforce, has devoted himself to the cause of socialist construction with a high degree of political awareness and revolutionary enthusiasm, specifically manifested in the following outstanding contributions...

Following a discussion at the 17th Party Committee meeting of the Haibin Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative on December 4, 1977, and after reporting to the Party Committee of the Municipal Bureau of Commerce for record (Hai Shang Dang Bei Zi [1977] No. 61), it was decided to break with the old practice of seniority-based promotion and exceptionally promote Comrade Qian Jin to the position of acting captain of the Jiagang Brigade of the Warehousing and Transportation Department (temporarily receiving the treatment of a level 26 cadre), effective immediately, to preside over all work…

At the very bottom is the official seal of the Party Committee of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative, a bright red seal that is glaringly obvious.

After reading the above, Wei Xiongtu turned around and waved to Qian Jin with a smile.

The others also turned around.

But there was no sound for a moment.

This made Hu Shunzi's voice exceptionally clear:

"Damn! When those guys from the political work department came to investigate you, I thought they were going to get you arrested. To protect you, I desperately tried to say nice things for you, I almost said you were my father!"

"And the result? You've become my ancestor! You've actually become the brigade leader!"

"If I had known, I definitely would have slandered you that day!"

His frustration was undisguised; he was playing the real game.

Several workers jumped out to distance themselves from him:

"Foreman Hu, how could you think like that? That's a completely unacceptable idea."

"Little Qian, what a good person he is! Look how well it says here: protecting state property, promoting collectivism, fostering youth development, and maintaining social order. It would be an injustice if he didn't become the brigade leader!"

"That's absolutely true. Why did the Party Committee promote Captain Qian so exceptionally? Because he's too outstanding. I saw it coming a long time ago. Hey, Captain Qian, what are you doing behind me?"

Qian Jin punched Li Chenggong: "Have you guys stopped yet? Didn't you see what the higher-ups said? I'm the acting brigade leader. Who knows when this 'acting' title will be removed?"

"Impossible." Several people said in unison, "Captain Qian, you must..."

"What do you mean impossible? It should be said that it's inevitable!" Er Biao reacted quickly and retorted.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment:
"This is a bit confusing. Let's start from the beginning. The notice said that Captain Qian was the acting captain. Did he mean to remove the word 'acting'?"

"That's right, Captain Qian, you'll definitely be able to get rid of the 'temporary' label in just a few days. You'll be the captain of Jiagang!"

"Yes, if you weren't the captain, it would be an injustice!"

Qian Jin joked with his coworkers, then invited Yang Shengzhang into his office for a smoke and tea.

Yang Shengzhang waved his hand: "We working class don't do that kind of thing. You became the brigade leader because of your real skills."

"Going forward, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity, closely rely on the masses, and lead all staff of the Jiagang Brigade to make new and greater contributions to accelerating the realization of the grand goal of the Four Modernizations!"

Qian Jin listened with awe.

The older comrades have a different level of ideological awareness.

The correct one is correct!

After Minister Yang left, Qian Jinxian sat down in the main seat of the team's work shed office.

Hu Shunzi looked at him resentfully from the doorway.

Old Guai patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't look, this is the brigade leader."

Although Qian Jin didn't care about the position of head of the porters, he still felt a pang of regret.

This is the first time I've taken on a leadership position with a rank.

The porters stopped working and stood on both sides, like the yamen runners in the old society.

Especially some people who were carrying a carrying pole, they would poke it on the ground and shout "Court is in session! Mighty!" and that would be it.

Qian Jin took out cigarettes and handed them out to each of them.

The group seemed flattered and overwhelmed.

Qian Jin said, “Fellow workers and comrades, you know who I am, but I have to take responsibility for my position. I will have to lead a team from now on, so I won’t be able to call you brothers anymore.”

Just like being in a commando unit.

He can take care of everyone, but he can no longer joke around and talk nonsense with everyone.

Those in positions of authority must possess dignity.

When organizing events, you can mingle with everyone, but when it comes to formal work, you need to maintain a certain distance.

Qian Jin waved his hand and said, "You guys keep working. Xiao Wei, come with me. We need to move to a different office."

The brigade office was no longer a workers' shed; it was a proper small warehouse that had been converted.

There aren't many staff members here. In the past, there were only the brigade leader, Song Hongbing, and the two deputy brigade leaders, Liu Jinshan and Wang Hao.

Because of the shortage of manpower and the heavy workload, the two deputy captains are not in idle positions.

Liu Jinshan was the assistant, responsible for publicity and organization, while Wang Hao was the secretary, responsible for statistics and arrangements.

Official documents were also posted on the bulletin board outside the office.

This document has been copied to all grassroots units.

Liu Jinshan and Wang Hao were inside.

Upon seeing Qian Jin arrive, the two quickly stood up and greeted him.

Wang Hao was somewhat embarrassed, after all, Qian Jin had only joined the company last month and was a greenhorn in his eyes, yet now he was being put in charge of him.

Liu Jinshan smoothly switched roles and quickly gestured for Qian Jin to sit down:
"Captain Qian, please sit down, please sit down. This is your seat. I have already changed your chair."

Qian Jin said with a smile, "Captain Liu, you're too kind. Why change the chair? Wasn't the old chair just fine?"

Liu Jinshan winked mysteriously and said, "This chair used to belong to Song Hongbing. It's a corrupt official's chair. How can we let you, the new official, sit in this chair? It's bad luck!"

Wei Xiongtu shook his head subconsciously.

This is a treacherous and wicked person.

Qian Jin sat down and gestured for the two of them to sit down as well.
"You two are my former leaders and seniors. I am just a newbie. I am lucky to be sitting here because of the organization's support. I will have to rely on your guidance in the future."

The two quickly laughed and said they wouldn't dare.

These days, the leadership teams of various organizations are all makeshift, and all kinds of work are carried out in a muddled manner. When mistakes are made, they are simply brushed off with the excuse of "revolutionary needs."

The brigade office was originally a very important grassroots command post, but because of Song Hongbing's incompetence, it became a mere decoration, doing only two things every day: checking posts and distributing work.

As for the completion status and efficiency of the work, nobody cares at all.

The workers work entirely on their own initiative.

But this is indeed a good time for workers.

Qian Jin asked for work coordination forms and similar documents, leaving Liu Jinshan and his companion looking completely bewildered.

He then asked for Song Hongbing's old work logs, but the two simply shrugged: "We don't have such a thing."

Qian Jin was at a loss: "What kind of work does Song Hongbing, the captain, do every day? There's no statistic or record?"

The two shook their heads: "No, we don't have that."

Qian Jin was speechless: "This should be available."

Wang Hao honestly replied, "I really don't have that."

Qian Jin simply grabbed a notebook and wrote: "There will be more later."

"Also, Captain Wang, please draft a notice for the team leaders. We need to hold a meeting as soon as possible."

Wang Hao asked, "Can't we just have someone verbally notify us?"

Qian Jin smiled and said to Wei Xiongtu, "Old Wei, you draft it."

What kind of makeshift subordinates are these?
If the arrangements are reasonable, shouldn't subordinates do what the leader tells them to do? Why question it first?

He had a vague premonition.

This 27-year-old couch potato is about to shine in his new position; he might just turn into a shark!
(End of this chapter)