Chapter 12: No reason, just facts
Shen Zhiping really has a good impression of his senior brother. After all, after he came to the steel rolling mill, this senior brother kept him by his side and publicly supported him.
So, Shen Zhiping can't watch his senior brother die alone.
Besides, Sister Zhao Yanlai and her senior brother are really a good match.
Lu Dasheng is not tall and has a fat figure, while Zhao Yanlai is also small and plump. The two of them really look like a couple.
"Brother, hold on tight!"
"If this is fast, I will have a nephew next year!"
"You brat, hurry up and eat your food!"< br>
Lv Dasheng listened to Shen Zhiping's talk and became more and more ignorant, so he knocked Shen Zhiping down with his chopsticks.
However, after Shen Zhiping finished speaking, the image of staying and flying together with Zhao Yanlai appeared in his mind unconsciously, and occasionally the idea of what name he should give his child came up.
"I must be crazy!"
After leaving the cafeteria, Lu Dasheng hurriedly stayed away from Shen Zhiping. He really had to think carefully and could no longer be affected by this junior brother.
At this moment, Lu Dasheng felt that his junior brother had a poisonous mouth!
Shen Zhiping did not know the situation of his senior brother. When he returned to the office, he began to draft a charter for ideological education on safety production in the steel rolling mill.
In addition, Shen Zhiping is also preparing to formulate some safety regulations to see if they can be promoted in the factory.
In the plot of Qingman, Jia Dongxu was hung on the wall, and the time of his accident was when Qin Huairu was pregnant with Sophora japonica, that is, during this period.
Although Shen Zhiping had no intention of saving Jia Dongxu, he still hoped that Jia Dongxu could change his established destiny.
After all, it’s a human life!
Shen Zhiping could not finish his work until he got off work.
It’s not that his efficiency is too low, but that documents these days are all handwritten.
Before traveling through time, Shen Zhiping was already used to typing on the keyboard, and his handwriting skills were not even a bit worse than when he was in school.
"Xiao Shen, what have you been writing this afternoon?"
A middle-aged technician at the desk next door asked curiously after Shen Zhiping put away the pen and paper. .
“Oh, I just went to the fitter workshop this morning to randomly check the pass rate of workpieces, and found that a fitter was dozing off while working without any awareness of safety precautions.”
“I I suggested to the factory director that our factory conduct an ideological education on production safety, and the factory director asked me to come up with a charter! ”
"Xiao Shen, safety in production is really important!"
"There have been several production accidents in our factory before. Alas, we have also told the workers to pay attention to safety, but these people, They don’t take it seriously!”
“It’s okay, after this time, they will take it seriously!”
Shen Zhiping laughed.
This kind of ideological education on production safety must present facts!
Simply reasoning has no effect.
Just like many rules, no one will take it seriously if the board doesn't hit you.
Shen Zhiping has already thought about doing some research on the situation of the parties involved in the production accidents that occurred in the steel rolling mill in recent years, and then produced a promotional poster.
Don’t you care about the rules of production safety?
Then let’s see what happens to these people who don’t pay attention.
This time, he did not reason, only presented the facts!
When necessary, he was also prepared to call a few people back to speak out.
Of course, the factory can also give some condolences to these former workers.
Perhaps this is also a good direction of work.
Shen Zhiping chatted with the old technician for a while, and then they went back to their respective homes.
It's not far to walk back to the courtyard from the rolling mill, but it's not close either.
“It would be great if I could have a bicycle!”
Shen Zhiping looked at the people riding home on the road and was a little envious. Unfortunately, he just went to work and the bicycle in his hand This little money is enough to live on. "How about buying one for yourself?"
Thinking together, Shen Zhiping couldn't control his thoughts.
Just after he took a trip to the scrap station, Shen Zhiping knew that the books he had read were all lies.
The scrap collection station does have a lot of things, but there are really no discarded bicycles.
Think about it, the frame of the bicycle is made of steel, how could this thing be piled up in the recycling station and collect dust?
Moreover, people are generally short of money these days. If there is a problem with a bicycle, it will be sent to a repair station. If it cannot be repaired, it will be sold to a repair station, which is much cheaper than selling scrap metal. Much more valuable.
“What a liar!”
Shen Zhiping's trip was in vain, so he turned back to the courtyard, cursing.
I bought some steamed buns and some pickles on the way for today’s dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast.
“I really need a wife!”
Not to mention a warm bed, at least I can have a warm meal when I get home.
Shen Zhiping couldn't help but think of Qin Huairu saying that she wanted to introduce Qin Jingru to him. Unfortunately, Qin Jingru's temper was really bad.
"Alas, when will this day end!"
Thinking back to those days, although a cow and a horse lived a lifetime, at least it was convenient. When I didn't want to move, I could lie on the bed and dance with the young lady.
But now, I have nothing to do, I can only lie alone in the cold bed and shiver.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhiping thought of his senior brother. Sure enough, this senior brother really didn't know the blessings in the midst of blessings and despised him!
Back in the courtyard, Shen Zhiping saw the goalkeeper Yan Bugui as soon as he entered the courtyard.
No wonder people say that Yan Bugui, the third master of the Siheyuan, is the door god of the Siheyuan. Given his style, it is really fitting.
"Hey, Technician Shen, it's time to get off work!"
Yan Bugui looked at Shen Zhiping with a smile, and his eyes glanced at the lunch box Shen Zhiping was holding from time to time.
The lunch box contains steamed buns, which naturally look a bit heavy.
"Teacher Yan, have you eaten?"
Shen Zhiping smiled and started chatting with Yan Bugui.
Want to steal his wool?
Comrade Lao Yan, you are probably not dreaming!
“No!”
Yan Bugui said with a smile on his face, “How about I bring wine to your place and we can have a drink tonight?”
"Teacher Yan, please don't!"
Shen Zhiping refused directly, "I just moved here and there is nothing in the house. You bring wine over. I don't even have peanuts to drink, so I don't dare to drink it. Your wine!"
"In your lunch box...?"
Yan Bugui is really thick-skinned.
Shen Zhiping was not annoyed and said: "I bought a few steamed buns for dinner. If you don't believe it, I will open them for you to see?"
"Believe, believe!"
The smile on Yan Bugui's face faded a lot.
Obviously, in his heart, he has characterized Shen Zhiping as a poor man and a miser.
"Let me show it to you, lest you always think that I am reluctant to treat you!"
Shen Zhiping directly opened the lid of the lunch box, revealing the white-flour steamed buns inside.
Only steamed buns, nothing else!
As for the pickles Shen Zhiping bought, he must have put them directly in his pocket. That thing is a good thing to go with wine.
Before returning to the courtyard, Shen Zhiping was wary of Yan Bugui, the door god of the courtyard.
Sure enough, what our ancestors said is absolutely right, be prepared!
(End of this chapter)