Chapter 574 Fatal Blow
Needless to say, this kind of herding the donkey into a fight will not make people happy.
These old masters sitting on the podium have no ambition to attend the "farewell party" at all.
Not only do they not feel glorious, but they also feel humiliated and lost.
They all felt like they were being thrown into the trash can in a decent way with a bald pencil tip.
But what makes them even more distressed is that the factory leaders' approach of only judging heroes based on efficiency, one-sided pursuit of production scale, and only highlighting the commercial nature is destined to ruin the future of the arts and crafts industry in Beijing.
In fact, Master Jiang’s last speech in the factory was even more embarrassing.
Although he talked excitedly about history on the rostrum, "Beijing work" is equal to the reputation of "fine work".
Tell how the capital's cooking utensils became famous both at home and abroad, causing a sensation in the "foreign village".
He also counted how many honors they, the old workers, have received for the factory with their skillful craftsmanship and down-to-earth spirit, and how many of their products have been collected by the National Art Museum and museums.
In this way, employees in the factory are advised to treat their work with respect and respect.
Being a person must be down-to-earth, and there is no room for fraud, let alone efficiency.
At the same time, it also led to an idea that he has been thinking deeply about these days - traditional handicrafts are actually the basis of industrial production. Even if the production efficiency is low, it cannot be simply "retired".
On the contrary, we should be inclusive and continue to "advance", which is the only way out.
But as a result, his taste was dry and his voice was hoarse, expounding on the spirit of craftsmanship.
Except for the few masters who moved him, there was no one else.
The young employees sitting below were whispering and laughing secretly, thinking that he was clinging to the past and showing off his seniority.
And his worry that the factory might not be able to innovate and produce high-quality products in the future was not taken seriously at all.
The factory leaders not only yawned but turned a deaf ear.
I even heard him say "I am ashamed of history and I am ashamed of the three thousand elders in the factory". It was probably because of his "alarmism" that I became a little angry and dissatisfied.
Otherwise, the final praise speech from the factory leader should not have only a few words.
The awarding of honorary certificates and certificates will not be so confusing and will end hastily.
Especially the deputy director in charge of production, who finally issued orders to the factory employees in public.
Require some people to clean up the blowing workshop that the old masters vacated as soon as possible.
Such a hasty act can be regarded as a disguised response to Master Jiang, which is equivalent to a disguised slap in the face and expulsion.
All in all, this "farewell party", let alone a happy atmosphere, was not even a happy reunion.
As soon as the meeting ended, the factory leaders took the lead and the employees followed, swarming out.
Only a few lonely old men and old ladies were left in the conference room. They seemed like a joke, extremely desolate.
But this is nothing. The most fatal blow that followed came from his own son. This was something Master Jiang never expected.
During lunch break that day, I had my last meal in the factory cafeteria with a few old guys.
Master Jiang finished cleaning the lunch boxes and walked to the workshop alone, wanting to take one last look at the place where he spent the longest time in his life.
As a result, I met several workers playing poker in the half-cleaned workshop.
Worker A said, "This shabby workshop should have been closed a long time ago. Good guy, what age is it? It's still blowing with your mouth. After working for five years, my brother's neck can catch up with the toad spirit? How can we find it?" Wife? Three of hearts!"
Worker B said, "No, I can't stand it even with a gas lamp. I won't tell you how many times I endured it as an apprentice. What a lot of suffering it will be in the summer...Nine of Hearts is bigger than you, I don’t care.”
At this time, a familiar voice stopped Master Jiang who was about to walk in the door.
Because it was his son Jiang Guoqiang who spoke.
"Okay, are you satisfied? You are better than me no matter what. How many years have you endured hardship? These are the treatments I received when I was a child. My father beat me and forced me to do this when I was seven years old. If he doesn’t do it, he will be beaten. Now I hope my son will do it too, saying that he will have to learn this when he goes to elementary school. This will be a hard life for us..."
Worker A said, " Who can compare with your family? I heard that your father used to name new workers. How do you rank them in this generation? You and your son must be taught by the old man, and you don’t care about seniority. Right?"
Jiang Guoqiang was annoyed, "Go ahead, what's the point? Ours is a family secret, and that is different from the ordinary master-disciple relationship. Have you ever watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? Do you understand Duan's "Yi Yang Zhi"? Besides, naming is just a matter of feudalism. Who do you want to change your name for now? "
At this time, worker C said, "Qiangzi, your dad shaved his face today and looks very energetic. But he doesn't speak much on this stage. He is co-authoring another third article. He is on the last shift. , not to mention a quiet time. It’s not my fault to look at the awkward look on the face of our factory leader. Don’t let your father cause trouble in the future. What’s wrong? No one wants the Ace of Clubs? Four, five, six..."
Jiang Guoqiang immediately shouted "seven, eight, nine" and sighed.
"Who says it's not the case? My father doesn't want to let me worry. He actually said that he was happy and offended everyone, so he walked away, but I still have to continue here. Ah. How come he doesn't know how to think about me? He has been caring about me for more than thirty years, and he finally gave me such a big gift. I'm so fucking old. Confused."
Worker A said, "Hey, boy, take it easy. Will it be easy for you to hear this from Master Jiang?"
Jiang Guoqiang didn't care.
"No one wants it, these two bags... Am I still afraid of him? His precious workshop has been demolished by us today. What else can he do to me? He can also punish me by lighting the blowtorch to clean him. "No?"
"Tell me, the factory should have let him go a long time ago. Why do you want to worship such a Buddha? He knows that his old orders are not opportunistic and slow work." What kind of craftsmanship can’t be done carefully? Look, now that we have replaced machines, who wants something that is purely handmade?” ...Imitation hibiscus stones and jadeite materials sell well. Isn’t this a fake? Let me tell you, the industry of stoneware is a counterfeiting industry. My father has been dedicated to counterfeiting his whole life. Is that really true? "
"I'm telling you, I really envy you. It's so unfortunate that I was born in this family. If I didn't have such a father, I would have been transferred. I went to the truck delivery workshop. What else could I learn? I worked automatically every day, and I could get more than ten dollars in bonus every month. , Just be a stupid blow molder..."
The words of his biological son hit Master Jiang hard like a hammer.
Today is his official retirement day. On the day he left the factory, he unexpectedly heard the title of "silly blow molder".
He felt his eyes darken, his heart tightened, and he didn’t know anything anymore...
(End of this chapter)