Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Eyeing Each Other Up
Soon after Feng Zhenchang and the others returned home, 35 more young people from Fengjiazong arrived in the city and joined Jiasheng Metal Products Factory, including Feng Wen.
From now on, they would learn to operate simple mechanical equipment from the older workers in the factory. There would be an assessment after two months, and positions would be determined based on the results.
The day after they had settled in, Ding Qiang happily called Feng Yiping, 'Yiping, the group of people you recruited are fantastic. Although we don't know their technical level yet, there's no doubt about their work attitude. They've only been at the factory for a day, but the environment has already changed a lot. Given time, they will definitely become a group of outstanding workers.'
'That's good. Also, Mr Ding, be strict with them, and deal with them as you see fit. Don't worry about how I feel.'
No matter how well they had performed at their previous factories in the south, they had probably been warned before coming to the city that they must not try to get by on the sly at Feng Zhenchang's factory. So, without exception, they put their best foot forward.
The old workers and their families also noticed some changes immediately. Those going from the family quarters to the factory canteen were surprised to find that the original muddy depression along the way had been filled in, and a layer of bricks left over from the demolition of the old factory building had been neatly laid on top, which was very sturdy and gave no sign of giving way when stepped on.
This section of road had been a source of complaint for many years. To the people of Fengjiachong, it was just a matter of pushing a few loads of soil over, compacting it, and then pushing over a few loads of bricks to pave it. No cement was used, and it was all some construction waste from the factory. More than 30 people, just a short time after lunch, had done a beautiful job.
After dinner, the weeds and dead grass in the corners and nooks of the factory were also completely eliminated, and they were easily shovelled away with a few shovels.
All the original factory workers watched them happily at work, and no one offered to help. Watching these new country people, they actually had a stronger sense of ownership of the factory than the old workers like themselves. To be honest, they were a little moved, and for a moment they felt a little uncomfortable, but only for a moment.
Although it was a factory that had gone bankrupt and been acquired, they were all city people with long work experience and their own pride and reserve.
Two days ago, Ding Qiang asked these newcomers to familiarise themselves with the environment and learn the system. On the third night, he gathered all the employees together for a meeting, at which the masters for the 35 new employees were decided.
Some of the senior masters thought, hey, there's still a chance to be dignified and put on airs in an open and aboveboard manner, but Ding Qiang didn't give them the chance. He took them through the system of mentoring and teaching that had been in place since the establishment of Jia Sheng Decoration, which not only assessed the apprentices, but also the masters.
That wasn't enough. 'Let me remind you that no one has been assigned to a position yet,' Ding Qiang said lightly, ending the meeting. The old workers, who were still hoping to get promoted, were completely disheartened.
When the merger was first announced, it was made very clear that all employees would be retained, but that did not mean that they would all keep their jobs. A unified recruitment process would be held, and those in the leadership with connections would have transferred to other units before the merger. The remaining workers had no other way out, and offending the new management at this time would directly affect their future salary income. frёewebnoѵēl.com
The government has already fought for them to have a job opportunity, and if they mess it up again, they can't blame anyone else. Especially these old workers who have been working for at least three years, if they are still not as good as these new employees who have only been in the factory for three months, they won't be able to find an excuse to cause trouble.
Stimulated by the 35 'catfish' in Fengjiacun, the old workers, who had a sense of crisis, almost brought out the same enthusiasm they had when they first joined the factory. Ding Qiang looked at the work progress, which was rising rapidly, and was so happy that he could hardly keep his mouth shut.
Feng Yiping, as the landlord, picked a weekend when everyone was off work and picked up Wang Jinju and Feng Wen to come over and get together. Not at home, Feng Yiping was worried that Feng Wen would blabber after seeing Huang Jingping living in his house, and maybe even bring his parents from the old hometown.
The location was still the fish restaurant opposite Jiangxinzhou Park. Along the way, Feng Yiping felt something was wrong. Feng Wen and Wang Jinju looked like they already knew each other well, so he asked, 'Have you already met in the city?'
'How novel. When we have a break, we go to the factory to eat. We met the third day Feng Wen came.' Wang Jinju returned to her usual feisty self.
'So my good intentions today were not wasted?'
'As long as you invite us to such a place to eat, we don't mind the extra effort. Besides, if you hadn't invited me, I wouldn't have met Jingping today. After graduating from junior high school, this is the first time that Huang Meimei and I have met.' Feng Wen said with a smirk.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately made an expression as if he had just inhaled some cold air. "What's wrong?" Feng Yiping thought he was being difficult again.
'Nothing, I just got a leg cramp and it's a bit numb.'
Wang Jinju, who was sitting next to him, covered her mouth and looked out the window.
During the meal, Huang Jingping also sensed that something was wrong between Wang Jinju and Feng Wen. For a long time, they pretended to be very awkward with each other, but just like Feng Yiping in front of Mayor Fang, they were pretending too hard, which made people see that something was wrong at first glance.
'You two, you're not falling for each other, are you!' Feng Yiping wanted to check.
Wang Jinju immediately exploded like a cat that had been stepped on, looking a little insulted, 'What are you talking about? How could I fall for him?'
'There's no need to rush to explain. Explaining is covering up, and covering up means that it's true.'
'So, I won't explain a word,' Feng Wen said with a smile.
Fine, Feng Yiping secretly gave Feng Wen a thumbs-up. Good guy, this decisiveness, this speed, really quite remarkable, even better than Xiao Zhijie!
Feng Wen returned a knowing look, as if to show off a little.
Whether it was the attraction of similar experiences, the solace of loneliness, or the sudden feelings that arose when they met again after many years, Feng Yiping didn't know the reason. In short, Feng Wen and Wang Jinju developed very quickly, and by the time of the second gathering, they had already gone public.
Wang Jinzhu was a little embarrassed, but she accepted Feng Yiping's teasing with a smile. It was rare that she didn't respond, and that wasn't all. In front of him and Huang Jingping, the two of them would show off their affection from time to time. Ugh, it looked so mushy!
A few days later, Feng Wen ran into Feng Yiping and winked at him, pulling him aside and whispering in his ear, 'I was in a hotel room last night!'
I'll be damned, Feng Yiping was thunderstruck on the spot. He asked with his eyes, 'Is that what I think it means?'
'That's what it means!' Feng Wen also answered affirmatively with his eyes.
'Don't pretend anymore, you and Huang Jingping still haven't done anything yet?' Feng Wen had an expression that said, "That's impossible, I'll never believe it.'
Feng Yiping didn't bother discussing this with this guy who was full of shit, and just told him, "Some money can't be saved, be careful of causing a death!'
Of course he had, but to have feelings for someone, at best it could be called liking, to be able to restrain oneself for her, that was love.