After listening to Su Ye's words, Director Lu was deeply inspired and thought for a long time. He didn't expect that an ordinary college teacher could say such words, and Director Lu was very ashamed.
He once felt proud of his courage to introduce new production lines from abroad. Now, looking back and learning from his failures, he had to admit that he was indeed arrogant, impulsive, and lacked experience. Compared with Mr. Su's proposal, his excessive empiricism was like a firefly to the moonlight.
Director Lu asked Su Ye sincerely: "Then can I hire Teacher Su to work in the oil factory and train this team of talents?"
When the other teachers in the office heard this, they looked at Director Lu in astonishment.
The director of an oil factory actually came to the school to poach people. Is he crazy? If the principal was present, he would probably be so angry that he would die...
Su Ye refused decisively. "As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. I am just a teacher. I am fine with teaching, but it would be difficult for me to handle factory affairs. This matter needs Director Lu to do it personally. He should train and cultivate the talents himself, starting from the children in the factory."
After listening to Su Ye's words, Director Lu felt warm in his heart and left.
After he left, the piles of food and high-end snacks on Su Ye's table became very popular.
Dozens of eyes fell on it. What a fine grain it is!
Su Ye looked at these gazes with amusement, then lowered his head to look at the food in front of him: ten kilograms of flour, five kilograms of white sugar, and two boxes of high-end pastries. At the moment, it was really a considerable reward!
But how could Su Ye, a "food-rich household", lack such a little bit of food? She had already earned nearly a thousand kilograms of food and meat from the factory.
The teachers in the office looked at the grain on Su Ye's desk with envy. Ten kilograms of flour, it had been a long time since they had seen so much fine grain!
Urban residents could only get three taels of sugar coupons each month. An average family would have to save up until the Monkey or Horse Month to buy five kilograms of sugar. Only a large factory like Changyou could provide that much food.
Su Ye looked at his colleagues' envious eyes, smiled and distributed the food on the table to everyone.
"I can't finish all this by myself, so let's share some. I won't share this bag of Fuqiang flour. The graduation exam is coming soon. I'll treat any student who works hard and gets a college diploma to white flour buns."
The teachers in the office were very excited, and each of them took a spoon and took a pound of white sugar.
The students couldn't help but jump for joy after hearing this. It was a rare opportunity to eat fine grains once in a while, and now they could only eat steamed buns after getting a college diploma
The junior high school students couldn't stop drooling and kept asking: "Teacher Su, what about us? We have junior high school diplomas, but don't we have steamed buns to eat?"
Although ten kilograms of Fuqiang flour is not a small amount, it is not much to share among a group of students in the first grade. I am afraid each person can only get a steamed bun the size of a fist, not to mention that it has to be shared among the students in the third grade
However, for the "big grain producers", a few kilograms or dozens of kilograms of Fuqiang flour are nothing. Isn't that a drop in the bucket
Su Ye smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, all! All the children who work hard will have steamed buns to eat, not one will be left behind!"
The children jumped for joy and cheered because they could eat the fragrant, white and soft steamed buns, and their faces were filled with happiness.
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The teachers in the office were busy dividing up Su Ye's food. He Meimei got a piece of premium dessert. The sweet dessert made people feel happy. After everyone had divided up the dessert, they found Su Ye in a daze.
They urged, "Su, there are two cakes left. I'll put them on your table! Thank you!"
Su Ye said: "Oh, no need, Meimei, just finish your meal!"
During the few minutes that Su Ye was distracted, he was summarizing why he got the food.
The food reward this time fully confirmed Su Ye's previous conjecture: the reward for labor ≈ the influence of labor,
The same amount of energy spent on different students may have the same value, but individuals are different and the returns they generate will be different.
The same energy spent on different things will have different results. For example, selling tea changed the fate of an entire village, and repairing an oil press changed the fate of a factory. Although there is not much difference in the number of people affected, the two have different radiation ranges.
The oil press can be promoted and applied nationwide, thus obtaining more grain rewards.
After several rounds of repeated speculation, Su Ye derived several formulas for making money. Only by using the effort in the right direction can one get the highest reward.
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Su Ye got 600 kilograms of grain and 500 kilograms of pork belly, which brought him one step closer to his goal and he was extremely happy.
She generously gave Ms. Fang and her husband ten kilograms of pork belly. Usually Su Ye was not so generous, and she was stingy and could only sell a few kilograms of pork in a month.
Things are different now. There is plenty of grain and we are confident. Su Ye added another 20 kilograms of Fuqiang flour to sell.
Ms. Fang and her husband got up in the early morning every night and squatted in the alley to get food. After a month, the dark circles under their eyes were so heavy that they couldn't be covered up even with powder. People who didn't know would think that the couple didn't sleep in the middle of the night and did something crazy every night!
But for food, it's all worth it! How sweet is it to have fine grain every meal? Others can only dream of this kind of suffering, but they can't even ask for it!
At three o'clock in the morning, the couple came to the alley. After a rustling sound, Guo Aiguo opened the broken water jar and took out a bag of something, which weighed a full ten kilograms.
The couple quickly opened the bag and found that there was ten pounds of pork belly inside!
Oh my god, ten pounds of pork belly! The fresh and plump pork was still slightly warm, as if it had just been slaughtered. The white and plump fat was an inch thick. I wonder how much lard it could produce!
The couple was so happy that they almost fainted. They hugged each other in excitement and could not speak for a long time. Guo Aiguo was so excited that he quickly took out a big black ten and solemnly pressed it under the brick. The two of them happily hugged the pork, went home to light the fire, cut the meat and cook.
After a while, wisps of green smoke came out of a window of the tube building, emitting a rich meaty aroma.
The aroma of meat penetrated into the neighbors' dreams, disturbing them and making them think about eating meat.
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A few days later, all twenty oil presses at Changyou Oil Factory were modified and sent back to the oil factory.
The oil mill has regained its former prosperity, and is now thriving. The new machine assembly line is humming, and the freshly delivered oil is repeatedly squeezed into dry oil cakes.
Director Lu solemnly brought back all the laid-off employees, and their salaries and benefits remained the same as before.
Qin Lan's father put on his dark blue work uniform again and happily returned to work at the oil factory. Yang Xue's father happily distributed the factory director's "start-of-work red envelopes" to the workers in the factory, each of which contained a fifty-cent coin.
Director Lu exchanged the yellow croaker for 500 yuan, but the city machine tool factory wanted to buy the oil press design from him, so the 500 yuan repair fee was returned in full. He was so happy that he generously took 100 yuan from it as public funds to give benefits to the workers. Chinese people pay attention to getting some good luck, and when work resumes, there will be red envelopes.
Yang Xue's father handed out red envelopes to everyone one by one, and said with a smile: "These are sent by Director Lu. Everyone gets one."
In the early morning, Yu Fuda arrived at the oil factory and found that the usually lifeless factory had become bustling. When he got closer, he heard other workers talking about Director Lu repairing the oil press. Yu Fuda instinctively didn't believe it.
At this time, it was less than half a month since the oil press accident.
"Impossible, Lu Weiguo fixed the machine? Wasn't the machine originally -" broken? Yu Fuda bit his tongue in time when he was halfway through his words.
Yang Xue's father sent a red envelope to Yu Fuda, and asked curiously: "Why is it impossible?"
"Forget it, Vice Yu, you are not short of money, so you should leave this red envelope to those comrades in financial difficulties." As he said this, he snatched the red envelope back with his big hand.
How can such a person who looks down on others be worthy of taking the factory director’s hard-earned money
Yu Fuda took a look at the production vehicle, the new production line was humming and running, and fresh cooking oil was flowing. He looked away as if he had seen a ghost, and a feeling of losing control arose in his heart.
When Yang Xue's father handed the red envelope to Zheng, an engineer in the factory, Zheng was surprised and asked, "Has the factory director repaired the oil press?"
Yang Xue's father nodded vigorously, "Yes."
Secretary Zheng adjusted his glasses in silence, and after a long while he asked, "The factory director must be very happy... He... had a very difficult time recently."
Another official said, "Isn't it? The factory director has been working so hard, he hasn't had a full night's sleep for days and nights. If it weren't for the help of the experts, he would have jumped off the building out of despair. Look at how many factories have stopped production outside, how many people have been forced to death!
Those foreign devils are really hateful! They are so cruel and dishonest in business. How can they sell broken machines to others? Old Zheng, don’t you agree? "
Secretary Zheng's face suddenly turned pale and his eyes avoided unnaturally.
The factory's efficiency improved, and work returned to normal operation. Director Lu received the support of all employees, and only then was he able to deal with the evildoers in the factory and settle the accounts one by one.
He never understood why the oil press broke down after it was delivered to the oil factory, even though it was in good condition during inspection.
But before Director Lu could start a serious and in-depth investigation, something big happened to Yu Fuda unexpectedly.
Early in the morning, Yu Fuda was found lying on the street, covered in blood and stripped naked, barely breathing.
The citizens who passed by and saw this scene were all shocked. Yu Fuda's deeds were reported on the news of City C that day. Citizens turned on the radio and listened to the news. The whole city knew about this incident.
The victim, Yu Fuda, suffered severe soft tissue contusion and ruptured corpus cavernosum, and is currently in hospital for treatment. The murderer's methods were extremely brutal and terrifying.
Lu Siyuan and Yang Chenxing gathered together to listen to the news, looked at each other in confusion.
If we talk about who Yu Fuda had a feud with, how could they not know? Who else could it be besides them
A terrible thought slowly emerged in Yang Chenxing's mind, "This... This couldn't be something you did, right?"
Lu Siyuan looked at Yang Chenxing and kicked him on the butt. "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you know what I was doing last night? I really want to do it this way, but didn't Teacher Su disagree?"
Lu Siyuan had long wanted to kill Yu Fuda. Given the desperate days of his family, it was not impossible for him to die with Yu Fuda. But now that life was getting better and better and all the darkness was over, Lu Siyuan would be stupid to fight with Yu Fuda.
When Tan Lan heard the unfortunate news about Yu Fuda, she felt no sympathy at all and only felt relieved.
She whispered, "I don't know which hero did this, but well done! He got rid of a pest for the people! I later heard that many female workers in the factory had been abused by him. Deputy Yu is a parasite of the people. He deserves more than a hundred deaths."
The two boys couldn't help but fall silent after hearing this. Yang Chenxing thought of a possibility: "Could it be Su—"
He suddenly got excited. Is this what Teacher Su meant by "be a civilized person and do civilized things"? Teacher Su, a civilized person, is too cruel!
Lu Siyuan covered Yang Chenxing's mouth tightly, and the two of them ran and rolled to the office to find Su Ye.
Yang Chenxing was so curious that he was scratching his head and his face was flushed. He didn't know where to start. He hesitated and asked Su Ye: "Teacher Su, did you listen to the broadcast this afternoon?"
Su Ye didn't raise his head and was correcting homework. "I didn't listen. What's the matter?"
Yang Chenxing gestured and asked in a low voice: "Um, Yu Fuda, the roots of his descendants were cut off! And thrown on the street, Teacher Su really doesn't know?"
Su Ye shook his head doubtfully, raised his head and said, "Should I know?"
Then, she jokingly said: "Yu Fuda's descendants have their roots cut off... Tsk, I'm afraid he has done too many bad things."
Lu Siyuan didn't know anything at first, but when he saw the teasing look in the teacher's smile, he felt that there was something more complicated behind this matter.
It's not that easy for Yu Fuda to just be unlucky
Why did it happen after Qin Lan got into trouble
However, in the afternoon, the local broadcast mentioned the malicious wounding incident of Yu Jie Dao again, and the cause turned out to be a murder of passion. Yu Fuda spent 200 yuan a month to support his mistress, who wore new clothes every day and went out to eat out every day, which made his wife jealous.
Last night, Yu Fuda's wife in the countryside rushed into her mistress's house with a knife, pulled him out of her mistress's den, and stabbed him several times.
The mistress ran away with the money overnight and has long since disappeared.
How could an ordinary deputy factory director afford such heavy expenses
The police continued to investigate along this clue, but unexpectedly they uncovered a huge case of embezzlement, bribery, and speculation. He embezzled 90,000 yuan from the factory where he worked and used it for food, drink, whoring, and gambling, and at the same time stole collective means of production to engage in speculation.
Yu Fuda had not woken up yet after the operation, and the police were already waiting outside the operating room, waiting for him to wake up and provide a confession.
After Lu Siyuan and his friends returned home from school, they heard an even more explosive inside version of the story that was circulated among the neighbors.
The place where Yu Fuda was stripped and thrown away was near the staff dormitory of the cooking oil factory. Men, women, old and young on this street were gossiping about Deputy Director Yu all day long.
Yang Xue's mother, a female gossiper, described the situation vividly, saying: "It turns out that Yu Fuda's 'mother' is actually his wife! Oh, I have never seen such a heartless man, he deserves to be hacked to death!"
Yu Fuda was transferred to the cooking oil factory for two days. During the two Spring Festivals, his "mother" from the countryside would come to the city to visit him, stay for ten days or half a month, and then return to the countryside with a big bag. Yu Fuda told others that she was his biological mother, but he didn't expect that she was his wife from the countryside.
His wife was not a good person. When she found out that Yu Fuda had secretly found a mistress in the city and provided her with food and shelter, as well as more fine grains than she could eat, she became furious and went into the city to hack people. After that, she threw away the knife and turned herself in to the police station.
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The news of a factory deputy director being murdered and stabbed for passion was talked about by citizens for three or two days, but gradually the popularity died down.
Another bigger happy event took away their attention.
The supply and marketing cooperatives in City C quietly stopped supplying cooking oil, limiting the supply to 1 ton of cooking oil per day. How could a gossipy love murder news be more important than the daily necessities of life? Citizens rushed to line up and had no time to spare.
Then the Changyou Oil Factory was reported in the newspapers, and leaders from the city and province came to the factory in several groups to visit and express their condolences.
Because Zhou Honghan wrote an article based on his work over half a month, "New Improved Screw Oil Press" was published in an important domestic scientific journal, sparking heated discussions across the country.
Edible oil is an indispensable daily necessity in people's daily life. If people lack oil in their stomachs, how can they have the strength to work? In this difficult era, improving the efficiency of machines means saving food!
The oil saved by Zhou Honghan's improved oil press can produce an additional 180,000 tons of edible oil every year!
Because Changyou Oil Refinery was the first to use the new assembly line, the oil output rate increased by 6 percentage points. Every day, a group of experts from various domestic industries visited the oil refinery to learn and study. They determined that the productivity of the batch of machines imported by Changyou far exceeded the domestic level.
The machine tool factory is working overtime to produce new oil presses. Before the new oil presses are put into production, economic oil from southern provinces will be supplied to Changyou first.
After finishing their work, the workers at the oil factory said proudly, "I heard that our assembly line is amazing. Important people come to visit us every day."
"I never thought that such a good thing would happen. Even though the situation is so bad, our factory can still be more prosperous and move to a higher level. Our factory director is still good. If you follow the right leader, you will never have to worry for half your life!"