70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 224 Chen Qing Starts to Work

Mao Mao's eyes widened. "Me?"

Teacher Lin nodded: "Based on my investigation and the information provided by the class monitor, you are very helpful and have helped many classmates. Therefore, the Lei Feng Model Student Award certificate is awarded to you. I hope you will continue to work hard."

Mao Mao's tears streamed down her face. She wiped them away with her sleeve as she walked towards the stage, crying, "Thank you, teacher. I will try my best again."

He Yuxiang was the first to applaud him.

The other students quickly followed, and Yang Yihe was very happy to see Mao Mao receive his award certificate.

Mao Jianguo was taken aback. Looking at his tearful son, he felt a pang of regret.

This child may be a bit slow-witted, but he's not morally corrupt, which is good.

Teacher Lin then said a few words of encouragement, "I hope that all parents can educate their children well and improve their ideological awareness and work skills."

The parents nodded in agreement.

When Teacher Lin saw that it was almost time, she let them go home.

Mao Mao hugged He Yuxiang and cried, "Waaaaah, it must have been you who got this award for me. I knew you were the best. You're my best brother!"

He Yuxiang was about to explode: "Don't touch me!"

Mao Mao hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go: "No, I'm so happy, I want to share my happiness with you."

He Yuxiang stood there blankly, like a wooden stake, letting Mao Mao hug him.

Chen Qing found the scene adorable and smiled, but then someone who annoyed her suddenly appeared in front of her.

Yang Xiujin said with deep affection, "Comrade Chen, I heard you haven't been doing well lately."

Yang Yihe felt like she wanted to disappear into the ground. "Dad, let's go home."

Yang Xiujin's eyes darkened: "Fine, whatever you say."

He led his daughter back home.

Yang Yihe endured the stinging pain in her fingertips.

*
Over the weekend, Chen Qing finished refining her manuscript and submitted it. On Monday, she went to work at the usual time, only to be told by Team Leader Zhang, "You'll be working the night shift this week."

"Today too?"

"Yes, you were supposed to come to work at dawn, but you were absent without leave. According to the rules and regulations, either you will have a day's wages deducted, or I will discuss with the manager and you can come to work from 3 pm to 12 pm today to make up for the eight hours of work."

"Deduct his salary."

"Row."

Team Leader Zhang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he watched Chen Qing walk back.

Chen Qing returned home and began to think about how to reply to Xi Gaomin when he suddenly received a letter from the garment factory.

It was written to her by Xi Gaomin.

His words were filled with remorse and perfunctory responses.

"Comrade Chen Qing, I am very sorry, but the organization does not allow us to set up a design department for the time being. I hope we can cooperate better in the future."

Chen Qing stuffed the letter into the stove and burned it. He went to the backyard, squatted down to look at the cauliflower that He Yuxiang had planted, and gently exhaled.

I heard that Zhao Guangrong has returned to the machinery factory.

Zhao Guangrong is the director of the transportation department.

It is common knowledge that a slightly smarter transport worker can earn as much as a city official, and the transport director can make countless illicit gains.

Otherwise, how could they keep it a secret from model workers?

Money can make the world go round.

Chen Qing gently pulled out a weed, got up, and went inside to sleep.

Even if the sky falls, she can't work herself to death.

At one o'clock in the morning, He Yuan was taking Chen Qing to work after work. He also prepared some medicated oil for Chen Qing: "Smell it when you're sleepy."

"I'm dizzy from sleeping so much." Chen Qing rubbed her temples. He Yuan simply massaged them for her: "Take a break when you have the chance, don't overexert yourself."

"I know, but I definitely have to work tonight." Chen Qing sighed, "Workers on the night shift really have it tough."

“Indeed.” He Yuan massaged her, and Chen Qing felt much clearer-headed. “It’s late, you should go home now.”

She glanced at He Yuan's hair.

It is currently very lush.

She was afraid that over time...

He Yuan understood the meaning in her eyes and pinched her cheek in annoyance.

Chen Qing couldn't stop laughing. After watching him ride his bicycle home, he headed towards the scrap metal department.

Her chair was removed.

People in the scrap metal department sensed an impending storm.

Chen Qing simply went to Ma Zhiqiang's office.

Director Ma was also assigned to the night shift by the organization tonight. Seeing Chen Qingzhen coming over, he said nervously, "You know the new rules issued by the machinery factory, right? Beating up a leader will result in a deduction in pay!"

New policies have been introduced.

Everyone in the factory knows who this was set up for.

Chen Qing sat down opposite him: "I'll rest for a bit, you can make yourself at home."

Director Ma added, "There's another new factory rule that Comrade Chen might not know: if anyone fails to meet the organizational quota according to their individual tasks, the entire group will have their pay deducted. Our workshop's supervisory responsibility has been transferred to the Party Secretary."

The second factory rule applies to the following people.

It goes without saying.

Upon hearing the new factory rules, the factory workers were filled with admiration for the person who had forced the leadership to create two new factory rules in succession.

Chen Qing smiled faintly: "I didn't realize that the people in our machinery factory implemented the new regulations so quickly. It's truly astonishing."

She clapped softly.

Ma Zhiqiang felt like she was slapping him in the face: "Whether you go or not is up to you."

He opened the documents and pretended to be very busy.

Chen Qing: "Of course I'll go, how could I not go? I'm a law-abiding and good employee."

She got up and walked towards the scrap metal section.

Ma Zhiqiang, feeling uneasy, peeked around and decided to follow her to see what she was up to.

When Chen Qing acquired the first piece of scrap steel, even though he had anticipated it, he almost lost it.

The scrap steel was much heavier than she had imagined.

The piece of steel in her hand was a rusty piece with jagged edges; if she touched it carelessly, it would tear her flesh apart.

A colleague who had received her kindness quickly handed her the gloves he had prepared: "My wife prepared these for you. She doesn't know when you'll be working and hopes you won't need them, but she's worried you might get hurt, so she had me keep them on hand."

"Thank you." Chen Qing put on work gloves and dragged it to the carbon steel area. The gloves were immediately covered with a layer of reddish-brown rust.

Director Ma saw that she was working diligently and had great strength, and she didn't complain about this or that. As she gradually caught up with him, he felt a little uneasy.

Several times Chen Qing was nearly cut by the sharp metal edges, and once he was almost hit on the instep by a piece of steel that suddenly rolled down.

"Be careful!" Director Ma stepped forward to warn, "The scrap metal pile might collapse, so we need to dismantle it in one direction."

"Okay." Chen Qing followed his instructions, dismantling the scrap steel in one direction and placing it in different locations according to different needs.

Busy round after round.

Chen Qing rarely used much force anymore. She could feel blisters forming on her palms and her knuckles trembling slightly from the continuous exertion. She dragged another piece of scrap steel, which was barely recognizable as a physical object, and sorted it before moving on to the next step.

Seeing Chen Qing work quickly and efficiently, the people in the scrap metal department silently increased their own work speed and felt a sense of admiration.