mijobooks Chapter 2 Don't be ungrateful
Chapter 2 Don't be ungrateful
So all that praise was just to announce my official layoff? Chen Weihong pouted, unconvinced.
"Brother, is your cooking really better than mine?"
"Then you can try it tomorrow."
"OK!"
Chen Weihong was verbally unconvinced, but her eyes were full of joy.
She was also happy that someone in her family was competing with her for the stove.
……
After dinner.
Chen Weiguo opened his bag and began to pack his belongings after being discharged from the military. He had just returned and all these things needed to be sorted out.
A head popped up, and Chen Weihong watched curiously as he took things out one by one.
Chen Weiguo took out the first placement introduction letter, which was stamped with the official seals of the military and the local government.
Chen Weiguo put it on the table so he wouldn't forget to bring it when he reported to the Yanjing Machinery Factory tomorrow.
Huh? Chen Weihong suddenly noticed a third-class military medal and carefully picked it up.
"Brother, did you get this from the war?"
"Um."
Chen Weiguo didn't say much.
Telling her the specific details of that battle would only make her worry, so there's no need for her to know.
There was also a stack of tickets in the suitcase.
Grain coupons, cloth coupons, oil coupons, meat coupons.
A large stack of colorful items.
These days, having RMB alone isn't enough.
You need a ticket to buy anything.
Without food coupons, you couldn't even afford cornbread.
After putting the grain coupons away, Chen Weiguo took out the cash inside.
I counted it, and it totaled three hundred and forty-two yuan and fifty cents.
This was all the wealth he had accumulated during his six years in the army.
The bulk of it comes from demobilization pay, plus savings from regular allowances.
What does 342 yuan mean these days?
An average worker earns only about thirty yuan a month.
I could only save about 400 yuan a year without eating or drinking.
His savings are equivalent to more than half a year's wages for a worker!
Then, a bicycle ticket slipped out.
Chen Weihong's eyes lit up.
"Brother, how come you still have bicycle tickets?"
Chen Weiguo explained helplessly, "The battalion commander forced it on me. I said I didn't want it, but he insisted."
He was very skilled in the military and had good relationships with many leaders.
Chen Weihong looked at him suspiciously. Such a precious bicycle ticket, given away for free?
You should know that these days, you need a ticket to buy a bicycle.
Otherwise, even if you bring a mountain of gold to Wangfujing, the sales clerks won't even glance at you.
Anyway, Chen Weihong didn't believe that it was a free gift from someone else; she was sure her brother was just bragging.
Chen Weiguo carefully put the ticket away.
Yeah, I'll find some time to buy a Forever brand 28-inch motorcycle.
This will make commuting to and from get off work and running errands much more convenient.
In those days, riding a bicycle on the street was more prestigious than driving a BMW in later generations.
The luggage also contained a water bottle, a lunchbox, and a military uniform.
Finally, there was a gleaming triangular bayonet.
"Huh? What a beautiful knife..." Chen Weihong curiously reached out to touch it.
"Don't touch it! This thing is dangerous, kids shouldn't touch it."
Chen Weiguo quickly stopped him. This was a souvenir he had brought back from the army. He stabbed himself, leaving a hole after a stab, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.
……
Early the next morning.
Chen Weiguo woke up early and stretched.
The biological clock I developed in the military is more punctual than an alarm clock.
At this time, the state-run breakfast shops on the street have already opened.
The steaming hot steamers were stacked up to a height of more than one person.
Soy milk costs two cents a bowl, and fried dough sticks cost three cents each.
Chen Weiguo was too lazy to cook at home, so he bought two portions and took them home to eat with his sister.
I've had breakfast.
Chen Weiguo took the paperwork and headed straight to Yanjing Machinery Factory.
He needs to register and settle down.
These two matters concern food supplies and must be completed today.
Soon.
Chen Weiguo then arrived at the gate of Yanjing Machinery Factory.
The moment he stepped through the door.
A crisp mechanical notification sound suddenly rang in my mind.
[Ding! Host detected arriving at target unit. Beginner quest complete.]
[The Industrial Technology System is officially launched!]
A blue light curtain unfolded before my eyes.
Technical database, Q&A, skills assessment.
The three main modules are arranged in a row, and the interface is extremely simple.
"Finally, the follow-up features are available!"
What functions will it have? Chen Weiguo suppressed his excitement and opened the database.
Machining, materials processing, equipment maintenance, automation control...
Each category contains a vast amount of technical documents from later generations.
Good heavens, this is practically a mobile industrial library!
Moreover, it's all practical, hands-on content; you can find solutions to any problems you encounter.
It works even better than AI in later generations!
My heart is surging with lofty ambitions.
Now that we have this system, we are sure to make a contribution to the country's industry.
In this era, the Republic's industry was just beginning to take its first steps.
With the withdrawal of Soviet experts, many technologies became bottlenecks and problems.
And this knowledge of later generations in my mind...
Perfect for filling the gap!
But despite the high aspirations, the onboarding process still needs to be completed first.
Chen Weiguo went to the personnel department and met with Qian Dewang, the director of the personnel department.
"Hello Director Qian, my name is Chen Weiguo. I was just discharged from the army and assigned to our factory. I'm here today to complete my onboarding and household registration."
Qian Dewang took the materials with little interest and casually flipped through a couple of pages.
Then he picked up the enamel mug, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:
"Well, that requires going through some procedures. You should go back and wait for our notification."
Go through the proper procedures? Chen Weiguo frowned.
If all my materials are complete and the procedures are in order, what are the easy steps to follow?
Looking at Director Qian's expression, Chen Weiguo wondered if this old man was waiting for his response.
He had heard in the army that these days, the head of the personnel department in a factory was responsible for assigning jobs.
Instead of offering cigarettes or alcohol, try slipping me something.
He can get your process stuck for months.
Chen Weiguo initially didn't believe it, but now that he has witnessed this chaotic situation, he is quite unhappy.
I'm here to complete some paperwork. You can't complete the process without accepting my documents, right?
Chen Weiguo got angry. Even if he had brought a pack of cigarettes, let alone anything else, he would never give it to this parasite.
"Director Qian, I hope my paperwork is all set up? I'm in a hurry to register my residency; could you please process it today?"
Director Qian's face darkened, and he slammed the materials on the table:
"The factory has its own rules."
"Also, regarding your work arrangements... how about you start as a level one fitter in the machine repair shop?"
A first-class fitter? Chen Weiguo almost thought he had misheard.
The letter of introduction clearly states that he has the skill level of a sixth-grade fitter.
But you've classified me as Level 1?
This isn't just a reduction of one or two levels; it's like throwing him straight into the basement!
The first-level fitters are all newly promoted apprentices, barely able to work independently.
He, a level 6 master craftsman who could train apprentices in the army, was assigned to work as a level 1 worker.
This isn't just a waste of talent, it's blatant humiliation!
What a damn old bastard… Chen Weiguo suppressed his anger:
"Director Qian, if this is difficult for you to handle, then I will go and ask the factory manager."
Director Qian paused for a moment, then asked cautiously:
"Do you know Factory Director Zhao?"
"Your expression changes the moment the factory manager is mentioned?" Chen Weiguo looked at him disdainfully.
"I don't know him, but I believe that a factory director who transferred from the military should be able to understand a veteran's letter of introduction."
Director Qian's face immediately turned ashen.
You're just a greenhorn who doesn't even know the factory manager, yet you dare to use him to intimidate me?
When other people come to the personnel department, they all bow and scrape.
That kid's something else.
Not only did they not give me a gift, but they also dared to threaten me?
"The letter of introduction says you're a level six fitter, that's true. But how do I know you're not just filling a position? What if you were just coasting through your time in the army? If I give you senior-level worker benefits now, who will be responsible if problems arise later?"
Chen Weiguo sneered:
"That's easy. Just have a senior fitter from the factory assess me and determine my skill level, right?"
This... Director Qian hesitated, feeling that he had been put on the defensive.
You don't believe that someone has a Level 6 certificate?
They volunteered to take the exam.
Can you stop me?
If they stop you, it means they're guilty, and it's blatant bullying!
Thinking of this, Director Qian could only grit his teeth:
"Okay, then take the exam. You go back first and wait for the factory to make arrangements."
Chen Weiguo responded and turned to leave the personnel department.
After he left.
Director Qian's face was ashen.
He plans to appoint his own people as examiners.
They can pick a few tricky questions or manipulate the scoring.
It would be easy to lower the score then, wouldn't it?
Director Qian sneered inwardly, "If you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
……
at the same time.
Chen Weiguo had just walked past the corner of the corridor.
A skinny, monkey-like man stared at his back, his eyes wide open.
What is he doing here?
This man is called Liu San.
It was the same thief that Chen Weiguo had turned over to the train police on the train yesterday!
Because he is the nephew of Liu, the deputy director of Yanjing Machinery Factory.
I got a warehouse manager job at the factory thanks to this connection.
He was usually idle and never changed his habit of stealing chickens and dogs.
Yesterday, on a whim, he stole a bag from a female educated youth on the train.
As a result, he was subdued by Chen Weiguo with a single grappling move.
I spent the whole night applying liniment to my arm in the detention room, and I still can't lift it.
Liu San sneaked into the personnel department.
"Director Qian, what was that person doing here just now?"
When Director Qian saw that it was Deputy Factory Director Liu's nephew, his face immediately lit up with enthusiasm.
"Oh, it's Liu San. Come, have a seat. That man is Chen Weiguo, a retired soldier who's starting work here. What? You know him?"
"Know him? Of course I know him!"
Could it be that Chen Weiguo has a close relationship with Liu San? Director Qian had a bad feeling.
If that's the case, then I shouldn't have offended him in the first place.
Liu San gritted his teeth and pulled out two packs of Peony cigarettes from his pocket.
"Director Qian, could you please do me a favor?"
"This guy beat me up on the train yesterday, can you help me get revenge?"
Director Qian breathed a sigh of relief. So it turns out you, Chen Weiguo, have no connection to this.
A pack of Peony cigarettes costs 35 cents, so two packs would cost 70 cents.
Although it wasn't a grand gift.
But behind Liu San stood Deputy Factory Director Liu.
That's a deputy division-level cadre, the number three person in the factory.
He's a newly arrived veteran.
It allows me to vent my anger.
This way, I can also do Deputy Factory Director Liu a favor.
You can also get two packs of cigarettes for free.
It can be said to be a win-win-win situation.
Director Qian's face immediately broke into a smile:
"Don't worry, I'm planning to arrange for someone to assess him."
"We'll just give him a failing grade and make him start as an apprentice."
"Great!" Liu San's eyes lit up.
"Thank you so much, Director Qian! I'll have my uncle treat you to drinks another day!"
"No problem, no problem."