Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

Hearing the voice, Chen Mo turned around: "What's wrong, Brother Liu?"

Secretary Liu smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just remembered that you enrolled in night school before."

"The application form should have been returned. Remember to go to the personnel department to pick it up in the next few days."

"If the information at the end is incorrect, it will be difficult to correct!"

Chen Mo's face relaxed: "Okay, Brother Liu, please have a seat. I'll go get back to the workshop!"

Go!

As soon as Chen Mo walked out of the office, Secretary Liu immediately stood up.

With a cost of five or six yuan, you can add four or five more channels to your TV!

If this thing is real, it's definitely more than just a little bit of hard work fee.

There are some things that Chen Mo may not be aware of, but Secretary Liu has access to.

Leaving aside other places, in Beiyang City alone, several light industrial enterprises are secretly introducing television and color TV production lines.

A television can be used to watch programs, listen to songs, and listen to operas.

Modern radios and tape recorders are no match for televisions.

Within one to two years, three to five out of ten households will have a television.

With a population of hundreds of thousands in Beiyang City, if each household earned ten yuan, it would be an astronomical figure.

It's probably comparable to Beiyang Heavy Industry.

Even though he was used to big events, Secretary Liu felt his palms burning and his breathing becoming rapid.

However, this matter is uncertain right now, so I can't say too much to Chen Mo, let alone express any attitude.

He took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and wrote "Chen Mo" on the form in front of him.

After finishing writing, he blew on the ink, tucked several documents on the table under his arm, walked out of the office, and knocked on the door of the factory director's office next door.

"Come in!"

Upon hearing the factory manager's voice, Secretary Liu pushed open the door.

There was no one else in the factory manager's room. Secretary Liu looked around and then locked the door from the inside.

This unusual behavior made the factory manager frown involuntarily: "Xiao Liu, what's going on?"

"Factory Manager, there are several documents awaiting your approval: this month's logistics expenses and the approval notice for the latest issue of the factory newspaper."

Secretary Liu, with a smile on his face, handed the document to the factory director.

"Oh!" The factory manager nodded and took the documents. "Is there anything else?"

"Factory Manager, I've discovered something unpleasant, but I'm hesitant to tell you!" Secretary Liu began.

"Go on, go on! We've had enough bad news already, one more won't make a difference!" the factory manager said.

Do you remember Chen Mo?

"He might make a mistake!"

The factory manager looked up from the documents and asked, "What's wrong with him now? Has Yang Hui finished reflecting on his actions?"

"No, no, factory manager, that's not it."

"This morning he asked me to apply for union funds, saying that he made an antenna that would allow the TV to have four or five more channels."

"You're planning to let your brother do it, factory manager? Don't you think that's taking the capitalist road?"

The factory manager tilted his head and said, "This kid can't stand not causing trouble every day!"

"That's right. The key point is that he also said it can be used with all TVs. The cost is five or six yuan, and it can be sold for twenty or thirty yuan without any problem."

The factory manager withdrew his hand from the teacup, looked up, and stared directly at Secretary Liu: "Four or five extra units? He said that?"

"Yes! He said he tried it!"

The factory manager didn't speak, but tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "What does he plan to do with his brother?"

"There's a factory run by the neighborhood committee that's about to go out of business, and his brother plans to take it over and make this kind of thing."

"That's why they came to me this morning to apply for more money because they didn't have enough!"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm having trouble making a decision. He just left, so I came to report to you!"

"Oh!" The factory manager leaned back in his chair.

He understood Secretary Liu's probing and questioning even before she finished speaking.

They sell for twenty or thirty yuan each!

Just ten of them would cover his official salary.

Incredible!

However, the factory manager didn't answer directly: "What do you think, Xiao Liu? I don't think this is a big deal!"

"The factory manager is wise. This is not a big deal. Let Chen Mo handle it himself."

As he spoke, Secretary Liu pulled out a document:

"Factory manager, this is a sample copy of this issue of the factory newspaper. Take a look; there are three articles by Chen Mo in it."

"They've almost filled an entire page!"

"Oh?"

The factory director flipped through the newspaper, looked at where Secretary Liu was pointing, and nodded slightly: "Not bad, this young man has ideas, it would be suitable to transfer him to the publicity department."

"Factory manager, this is the first time our factory has published so many articles at once. Shouldn't we give them a special reward?"

"Go on!" The factory manager said without looking up.

"The logistics department has a few BJ brand TVs. I was thinking of rewarding him with one to set an example and encourage everyone to learn from Chen Mo."

"The sections on watch repair, production restructuring, and the implementation of the spirit are all well written."

The factory manager smiled and put down the newspaper: "Which note is for this television set?"

"The one on top!" Secretary Liu said, pointing to the newly written note.

"I told him to pick it up this afternoon; the factory announcement will be postponed a little."

"No, give it away in the workshop. Let Sun Dengke handle it." The factory manager's pen traced across the paper:

"Money can be tempting, and the propaganda department has a tough job, so we should support them."

"The factory manager is considering it; I'll make the arrangements," Secretary Liu said.

"There's something else."

"Factory manager, we haven't visited any of the employees' homes yet. Chen Mo has been growing rapidly lately."

"Do you have time after get off work the day after tomorrow?"

"Let's go visit them and see if they need any help at home," Secretary Liu said.

"Just you and me?" the factory manager asked.

"Let's drive there. I have a relative who's never ridden in a car before. I was thinking if it's convenient, could I take him to experience it?" Secretary Liu said with a smile.

The factory manager laughed too: "Perfect timing, I have a relative like that too!"

"Go and do it!"

"Okay!"

Secretary Liu smiled, took back the signed documents, and jogged out of the factory director's office.

This is very dangerous; the truth will always come out eventually.

If the factory's union fund is touched, it's like playing with fire and getting burned.

However, the factory director had mentioned giving Chen Mo a television set, and coincidentally, the factory newspaper provided the opportunity.

With a television, he could give demonstrations.

If this is feasible, the factory manager would likely be like him, having relatives who happen to have spare money.

...

As Chen Mo walked out of the building, he felt nauseous.

too difficult!

Secretary Liu usually has a smiling face, but once you get to know him, you'll find that he's not as easy to deal with as he seems.

Eight hundred schemes.

Because of his meddling, they didn't even get a clue who was blocking their assistant engineer.

He ended up with an illegitimate status and an inappropriate way of speaking, making it difficult for him to find a place to stay.

After stretching his neck, Chen Mo returned to his office.

He had just sat down when he slapped his forehead.

You'll be back soon!

I forgot to pick up the registration form; I'll have to go back later.

"Engineer Wang, would you like a cup of hot water?" Chen Mo turned around and called to the round-faced engineer surnamed Wang beside him.

"Okay, Engineer Chen."

"Would you like some tea? I brought it from home."

"Give me less."

"OK!"

The engineer surnamed Wang accepted Chen Mo's enamel teacup.

"Engineer Chen has been very busy these days. If there's anything in the workshop, just call us and we'll handle it together."

"No, it's just handling some handover procedures. We're almost done," Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Here, be careful, it's hot!"

"Okay!" Chen Mo returned to his desk with his water glass.

"Engineer Chen, when do you think Engineer Yang will be back? There are so many things waiting for him to decide!"

"We're all asking for leave, and we don't even know who to contact!" Engineer Wang said, looking at Chen Mo.

The other two engineers also turned their faces away.

Chen Mo paused, his hand holding the teacup still.

coming!

The unease stemming from the office.

"cough!"

He coughed softly and cleared his throat.