Chapter 943: The quota is down
Kant didn’t sleep well, he didn’t sleep all night!
This grandson is also a tough guy. Yesterday, he led the leaders of the logistics department to repair the boiler overnight. In the end, he successfully repaired the boiler that only took three days and spent half a month...
Well...how should I put it, the craftsmanship is a bit trendy, but the enthusiasm and enthusiasm for this work are still worth learning.
Chu Heng naturally didn't know this. Seeing that Kant had no intention of chatting with him, he sneakily reached into his arms and took out an ancient book, and then followed up like a primary school student who could peek at extracurricular books. He opened the notebook on the table and closed it with the book, and began to read furtively.
Ma Hong glanced at Ya and didn't bother to talk to her. He cleared his throat and started the meeting.
Today's meeting is just a study meeting, mainly to talk about the spirit of the superiors. If everyone just shouts slogans together, it will be over.
Chu Heng is the one who plays soy sauce throughout the whole process.
It’s past ten o’clock.
After the meeting, Chu Heng immediately put away his books and ran back to the office to warm himself by the fire. The presidium was next to the door, and the cool breeze was so cold that it was so cold that the chickens were almost dead!
"Ha!"
Kant breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up from his seat, shook his groggy head, put the pen in his pocket, tucked the notebook under his armpit, and followed the flow of people step by step. Go out.
All the way to the office building, when he was about to step in, he stopped and pondered for a moment, turned around and ran to the boiler room in the backyard.
At this time, Master Tang in the boiler room was catching up on his sleep in the back room, and the young apprentice was leaning against the door listlessly, smoking.
The master and apprentice also stayed up all night yesterday.
"Bah!"
The young apprentice spit out the tobacco leaves in his mouth. Thinking back to the fucked up things the leaders did last night, he really felt like crying.
He has never seen someone repairing a boiler like this in his whole life!
Damn it, when I finally put it back together, there were still more than ten screws left!
I’m convinced too!
"Shashasha."
Kant came from a distance at this time, and the little apprentice suddenly became excited.
Holy shit!
Why is Kang Suo here again?
Please stop repairing it. If this continues, the boiler will not be able to burn this year!
Not long after, Kant came to the boiler room, glanced at the empty room, frowned and asked: "Where is your master?"
The young apprentice replied respectfully: "I'm catching up on some sleep in the house."
“Call him out!” Kant’s face darkened.
"Alas." The young apprentice hurriedly ran into the small room used for resting, and soon walked out with the sleepy Master Tang.
Seeing that this old man looked unhappy, Old Tang felt bitter in his heart. He could only step forward and asked with concern: "Kang Suo, what are your orders?"
"The boiler hasn't been repaired yet, and you can still sleep!" Kant glared at him, pointed at the cold boiler and asked, "When will this thing be repaired now?"
"This... ..." Old Tang hesitated and did not dare to lie. He was afraid that Yuan would not go back, so he could only grit his teeth and said: "It will take at least half a month."
"What? Yesterday, you said three days, and it will be done today. Half a month?" Kant's eyes widened.
“Haha.” Old Tang Xuan smiled and did not dare to speak.
What can he say? Could it be that the boiler was damaged because of the incompetence of your leaders?
And Kant was not stupid. At this time, he realized what was going on. He stood in front of the boiler awkwardly and looked at it for a few times. He said "fix it as soon as possible" and left in despair.
He originally thought that the Publicity Department would talk about his role in repairing the boiler...
Now he has even talked about it!
After he came out of the boiler room, he walked straight to the office building. When he passed the place where coal was stored, he saw five or six young men loading coal into bags.
Seeing this, Kant's heart sank. He glanced at the coal mountain with a piece missing, took a deep breath, said nothing, and left in a hurry.
After arriving at the office building, he did not rush back to his office. Instead, he walked around the building and counted several rooms with stoves.
At last check, earth stoves have been installed in five offices, and one is still being built.
“Hey.”
Kant sighed feebly and dragged his tired body back to his office. He smoked cigarettes one by one with a frown on his face and muttered for a while. complain.
“These people only care about their own gains and losses, so why don’t they think about me!” “If we continue like this, how can we burn this little coal in our unit!”
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“Hey, I really regret having to solve the logistics problem!”
“Who the hell said there was a lot of oil and water?”
I chattered for a while. .
Kant stood up, frowned and walked around the room with his hands behind his back, thinking about countermeasures.
After a while.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly remembered the quantitative policy at this time.
“I can also figure out the rationing!”
Kang De walked out of the house with a smile on his face and found the logistics section chief Cao Jie. The two discussed for a while and then discussed the limited supply of coal. It’s a done deal.
A house can only use ten kilograms of coal a day, and it must be signed by Kant.
This little thing is obviously not enough to burn, but if it is mixed with firewood, it can still survive.
Not long after the two settled on this matter, word quickly spread among the employees.
Some people don't care, it's been like this for a long time anyway, just be cold if it's cold. Some people are scolding you behind your back, saying that you don't want to repair the boiler properly, so you know how to play these crooked ways.
When Chu Heng heard the news, he curled his lips and said nothing.
The limit is the limit. At worst, he can just bring some from home.
Just a little bit of coal.
There is no need to seek privileges because of this matter.
“Wow!”
At this time, Ya was squatting in front of the stove to bake something.
There is no fire under the hearth of this earthen stove. Put the sweet potatoes and potatoes in, bury them in the ashes, and bake them with the red fire in the grate for a while. This is what he always did when he was a child.
After Chu Heng stuffed two sweet potatoes and three potatoes into it, he carefully covered it with soot. He clapped his hands and got up and sat down in front of the sofa. He picked up today's newspaper and read it leisurely under the fire. With.
After a while.
The smaller potatoes are almost cooked in the stove, and a faint fragrance fills the room.
Chu Heng quickly put down the newspaper, ran over and took the stove hook to pull out the roasted potatoes with dark skin, then picked them all up with straw paper and put them on the coffee table.
Sitting back on the sofa, he picked up one and broke it open. The potato meat inside was yellow, waxy, and steaming.
"It tastes delicious!"
Chu Heng opened his mouth to eat, but there was an inappropriate knock on the door outside.
“Dong dong dong.”
“Come in.”
He put down the potatoes in his hand helplessly.
"Squeak."
The door opened, and unexpectedly it was the arm of his second uncle, Director Xiao Geng from the Discipline Inspection Office of the Grain Bureau, who came in.
"Oh, you are such a young person. "Okay."
Xiao Geng entered the room with a smile, glanced at the stove, walked to the sofa, naturally picked up a potato from the coffee table, broke it open, and ate it with a hiss. .
Chu Heng also took his own and chewed on it. While taking a breath, he asked: "Why are you here?"
"I'm sending you documents." Xiao Geng took out five document bags from his bag with a free hand and put them on the coffee table. He said, "The five job quotas are all here. Let him put them in whoever you want to arrange." After filling out the information, take the file to the bureau.”
(End of this chapter)