With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

At the door of the sales department office of the light bulb factory, Xue Ming gently knocked on the door while carrying White Rabbit toffee. There was no response in the room.

After waiting for a few seconds and knocking, there was still no response, so I reached out and pushed open the door and was stunned to see that there was no one in the office.

Looking at his watch, it was already [-]:[-] in the morning. He was the first to arrive after being two and a half hours late. Xue Ming instantly felt that this unit was the right one.

"That's funny." He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He placed the toffee on the empty desk, looked at the chair filled with miscellaneous items, and took a stool from the space to sit on first.

No one came back from get off work until noon. Xue Ming could only go to the cafeteria with his rice bowl, carefully considering that there was no need to come to work in the future.

While eating and sitting at the same table, Mi Nanyang asked in a low voice, "Your Director Cui didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"I haven't seen anyone yet. No one came to work all day long." The more Xue Ming talked, the more funny he found it. Cui Baojian was the sales manager and his immediate boss.

"Everyone has to die. We have to work every day in the workshop, and our leaders come to take roll call every day." Mi Nanyang took a bite of the steamed bun to vent his dissatisfaction.

"You are the main force in production, we are just the soy sauce, and our wages are not as high as yours." Xue Ming said.

Workers in the workshop implement an eight-level work system, from level one to level eight, with corresponding wages for each level.

The first-level worker's salary is the lowest, only 30 yuan per month. Xue Ming is now the first-level worker's salary standard.

Mi Nanyang is a sixth-level worker. Xue Ming has not asked about his salary, but it will definitely not be less than sixty yuan.

The most awesome ones are the eighth-level workers. If the sixth-level workers are the heroes in martial arts novels, the eighth-level workers are the sweeping monks. It is said that the salary is 108 yuan, which is higher than the salary of the factory director.

At the same time, it is also a symbol of identity and status. When someone says that someone is an eighth-level worker, it is a very cool thing and will definitely make people envious and jealous.

Mi Nanyang showed a hint of pride, "Brother, you have to be careful about Cui Baojian. People in the factory say he is a smiling tiger with a mind smaller than the tip of a needle. Don't let him get caught."

"What excuse can I have?" Xue Ming's face was indifferent but he was cautious in his heart. It was difficult to deal with both the smiling face and the petty mind.

"You have to be careful!" Mi Nanyang put his mouth to Xue Ming's ear, "Old Cui is an old drunkard. You just need to treat him to a few drinks from time to time. If he gets happy, he will make you a second-level worker."

"Okay, I understand." Xue Ming could buy him a drink but was in no mood to curry favor with him. He came to work in the light bulb factory just to mess around, and he didn't want to get promoted and get a raise, so why did he curry favor with his boss.

During a two-hour break at noon, Xue Ming rode his bicycle to the People's Hospital to get the results of Han Yourong's lung B-ultrasound examination.

The doctor told him to come back at four o'clock because the technician who developed the X-ray photos was temporarily out of town.

Xue Ming couldn't wait and rode home again, and arranged for Han Yourong to go to the hospital to see the doctor at four o'clock to get the results.

I rode my bicycle to Zhao Xue's house to visit Zhao Xue, and sent her bicycle there by the way.

The person who opened the door was Zhao Xue's eldest brother, Zhao Dalian, "It turns out to be Brother Xue, come in and have a drink of water."

"Brother Dalian, don't be polite. I have to go to work so I won't bother you. Is Comrade Zhao Xue's foot okay?" Xue Ming asked.

"My mother took her to the hospital to take X-rays to determine whether the bones were injured. That girl was too careless. Fortunately, it was you who hit her. If it were anyone else, she would never have sent her to the hospital for examination." Zhao Dalian said.

"Brother Dalian, don't say that. I am also responsible for this matter. When Auntie comes back, you can ask how much the medical expenses were." Xue Ming planned to pay the medical expenses.

"No, it has nothing to do with you. It's all because Zhao Xue is too careless. That girl lost her soul recently." Zhao Dalian's tone was a bit resentful. The reason why his sister lost her soul was because she failed to marry Xue Ming.

"Brother, I'm leaving first. I'll come over to visit her another day." Xue Ming bid farewell to Zhao Dalian and rode away, returning to the office of the light bulb factory to continue waiting for his colleagues to return.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, a middle-aged man walked into the office. He was thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a pair of large triangles that were a little scary.

The two looked at each other for a second. Xue Ming stood up and said with a smile, "You must be Director Cui of the sales department. I am your new subordinate Xue Ming."

As he spoke, he walked up to him, took off his work permit from his neck and handed it to him for review.

Cui Baojian smiled immediately after reading the work permit, "Oh, he is indeed a people's inventor who was named and praised by major newspapers. He is indeed a talented person."

"Director Cui, thank you." Xue Ming stood up straight and said, "Hello, Director Cui, salesman Xue Ming is here to report."

"Comrade Xue, please take a seat." Cui Baojian enthusiastically pulled Xue Ming to sit on the chair. "Comrade Xue, please wait for a long time. All the comrades have gone to other places. I will introduce them to you when they come back from their business trip."

It turns out that everyone in the sales department was on a business trip. No wonder they were the first to arrive this morning despite being two and a half hours late.

"What a coincidence. My wife asked me to give the toffee to the senior brothers as a greeting gift, but I didn't expect that the senior brothers were not here." Xue Ming took out half a catty of White Rabbit toffee from his pocket.

White Rabbit toffee is a luxury product. Cui Baojian's eyes lit up, "This meeting gift is very valuable. All the comrades will be back tomorrow. I will arrange for everyone to go to my house for a gathering tomorrow night."

Xue Ming suddenly realized that the business trip was a fake, and that the real thing was to unite to give me power. They were also willing to arrange the chair filled with sundries.

"You got this stool from home, right? We have chairs here, so you can tidy them up and make use of them." Cui Baojian laughed.

"Thank you, director. You can take this bit of candy home for your children." Xue Ming put the toffee in his hand, thinking you guys are really mean, your power is worth half a catty of toffee!

"Why are you so embarrassed? Don't forget to take your stool home when you get off work." Cui Baojian put down the toffee and cleaned up the debris on the chair himself, with a smile on his face that was very enthusiastic.

"Thank you, director." Xue Ming put the solid wood chair in front of his desk. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. He didn't know which master wanted to give him authority.

"Brother, don't be polite to me. From now on, we will all work on the same boat. We are all members of the same family." Cui Baojian calmly put the toffee in the bag.

"Brother Xue, let me introduce to you the main work of our department. Now that you are familiar with it, you won't be in a hurry." Cui Baojian said.

Xue Ming immediately took out pen and paper from the drawer and prepared to record it. He thought to himself that this old guy was indeed a smiling man, with a professional fake smile on his face.

In the X-ray diagnosis room of the People's Hospital, old doctor Pang Shuren put Zhao Xue's X-ray film on his desk and couldn't help but sigh.

This sigh frightened Zhao Xue's mother Qin Fengru. She asked cautiously, "Old sir, is my daughter's injury not serious?"

Pang Shuren said in the most tactful tone possible, "I have a little problem with my lungs. How old is your girl this year?"