MTL - Siheyuan: The Final Winner-Chapter 464 A lot of trifles entangled, a thousand threads
Chapter 464 A lot of trivial matters
I had lunch at noon.
Jiang Pingan wants to send Shachun away, but Shachun refuses.
It is said that if he is a factory director, he must have the style of a factory director, so what is it to send her off?
After Shachun left, Jiang Pingan returned to the office to continue working.
He probably will stay here for the next few days.
After everything is almost straightened out, we can take care of the work of the chief factory manager.
I was immersed in my work and looking at the documents. Xiao Zheng came in and reminded me in a low voice:
"Factory Director, Director Qian from the office is here to report, do you have time?"
Jiang Pingan came back to his senses and nodded slightly: "Let him in!"
Speaking of which, this little Zheng has something to do with Jiang Yihu.
Xiao Zheng's name is Zheng Ren, he is twenty-five or six years old, and has a high school education.
The children in the same compound as Jiang Yihu, their parents are veteran soldiers.
As a leader, he was very careful in selecting candidates for secretary and driver.
Zhao Yuchu's secretary, Jiang Ping'an, is of course unavailable, so he has been placed in the restoration department for the time being.
The current Zheng Ren was picked by Jiang Ping'an after he came here today. He was originally a director of the propaganda department.
No matter from the resume, or the impression Jiang Pingan gave during the interview, it is undoubtedly the same Jiang Yihu.
Dutable, clever, but also full of black belly, um...can be cultivated in a cauldron.
Director Qian was brought in by Zheng Ren, holding a document in his hand.
"Factory Manager, the driver of the trolley class, I have listed some candidates, please decide."
Jiang Ping'an is now the acting director of a boutique rolling mill, and finally qualified to ride in a small jeep.
Of course, he is at the main factory. If he goes out on business, he can also use a jeep.
But the car is for public use, so it doesn’t protect him alone.
So Jiang Pingan usually rides a bicycle in private, but he is still safe.
Jiang Pingan took the document, carefully read the general resumes of these people, and pondered:
"Call Li Zhongbin here, let me get to know him face to face!"
Director Qian said with a smile: "Okay, I'll call right away."
"Director, should I call?" Zheng Ren asked for instructions.
Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "That's fine, let Xiao Zheng run for a while."
"Hehe, it's hard work for Secretary Zheng." Director Qian said with a smile on his face.
After Xiao Zheng went out, he continued: "There is still a house outside..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Pingan waved his hand and said, "You don't need to prepare this for me."
"I heard that the houses in the boutique factory are very tight. I have a house to live in, so I won't compete with comrades for quotas."
"Director, this is against the rules. If you don't use it, the house will be empty." Director Qian said.
"If you are free, go and have a look, the house is really nice, it is a small courtyard."
"The surrounding environment is also good, and most of the neighbors are middle and senior leaders. Our factory managed to get them."
Jiang Ping'an said with a smile: "Forget it, tell me the address and give me the key. I'll go see it when I'm free."
"Hehe, the key has been prepared, and the address is here..." Director Qian smiled.
"In addition to the furniture and pots and pans, I went to prepare some in person in the morning, and I don't know if the factory manager likes it or not."
"If there is anything missing or not in line with the factory manager's wishes, then tell me, and I will replace and supplement."
Jiang Ping'an said with a smile: "You are interested, let me go and see it!"
The two were chatting, and Jiang Pingan took the opportunity to ask Director Qian about the network composition of the cadres in a boutique factory.
As the saying goes, there are three gangs for one hero, and the leaders of the boutique factory must have their own hills.
As the acting factory manager, Jiang Ping'an also had to understand the interpersonal relationship of his subordinates.
Director Qian, as the director of the factory office, mainly serves Jiang Pingan, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a nanny.
Furthermore, Jiang Ping'an became the acting factory director at a young age, and he has an excellent reputation and a bright future.
Director Qian is not stupid, so he naturally knows to seize the opportunity to approach Jiang Ping'an.
So I reported everything I knew and what I could say.
"The general situation is like this." Director Qian finally said.
"Of course, my level of understanding is limited, and whether I understand it is still to be verified."
Jiang Ping'an nodded slightly. Of course, he would not fully believe what Director Qian said. After all, everyone has a subjective understanding.
However, based on his own understanding of the interpersonal relationship in the boutique factory, Jiang Ping'an roughly sorted out the context.
Soon, Zheng Ren called Li Zhongbin over.
Li Zhongbin was twenty-eight or nine years old. He had been a scout, had been on the battlefield, and had made third-class meritorious service.
This man has a hulking back and a waist of 1.75 meters, which is relatively tall in these days.
He has a rough appearance and was injured in battle.
After the face was scratched and repaired by shrapnel, it left an obvious slash centipede scar.
His unsmiling, majestic expression, coupled with that injury, gave off an extremely vicious impression.
"Director, Comrade Li Zhongbin is here." Zheng Ren reminded.
"Hello, director! My name is Li Zhongbin!" Li Zhongbin said loudly, standing tall and straight.
Jiang Pingan looked at him carefully, got up and shook hands with him and said, "Don't be so serious."
"I plan to transfer you to be my driver, would you like to?"
"Thank you to the factory manager for giving me the opportunity to improve, I am very willing!"
Li Zhongbin said solemnly, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Pingan laughed and said, "I told you not to be so serious, have you got married yet?"
These family situations are actually recorded in the files.
But as the factory manager, Jiang Ping'an's daily life with his subordinates is also a means of getting closer.
Li Zhongbin finally showed a smile on his face, with shyness on his face, nodded and said:
"Thank you for your concern, I have been married for three years."
"How many children are there?" Jiang Ping'an asked gently.
Li Zhongbin smiled and said: "The older one is the one with a handle. It's two years old. The younger one is still in the stomach and will be born next year."
"Haha, yes, let me know after the baby is born, and I'll go enjoy the joy!" Jiang Pingan nodded and smiled.
After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Pingan asked Director Qian to take Li Zhongbin out and teach him the rules.
Maybe Li Zhongbin knows and understands the rules that should be there, but he still needs to emphasize what should be told.
After finishing the trivial matters, Jiang Ping'an got up and left the office to inspect the work in the workshop.
Because they were notified in advance, the factory leadership and key cadres from the production department also accompanied them.
The high-quality rolling mill is a subordinate unit, so all production tasks are assigned by the general factory.
Belongs to drought and flood income guarantee units, autonomy is not strong.
But because it is a key unit, as long as the production tasks assigned by the superior are completed, life will be easy.
This factory is equivalent to an enlarged and enhanced version of the boutique workshop at the main factory.
Among them, the number of engineers and senior technicians is even comparable to that of the main factory, with strong strength.
Many cutting-edge and sophisticated products are processed here, and many orders have a relatively high level of confidentiality.
So the security personnel of the boutique rolling mill are also elite soldiers and generals, all of whom are well-trained and have extraordinary combat capabilities.
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(end of this chapter)
