Siheyuan: Since 51

When it was Lin Zhiyuan's turn, Sha Zhu asked cheerfully.

"Brother Zhiyuan, can I have pot-sticked tofu and stir-fried dried tofu with chili peppers?"

"It's done!"

Lin Zhiyuan handed over the lunch box and chatted casually, "I didn't realize you were so popular. I just saw everyone talking and laughing with you."

Sha Zhu took the lunch box and ate the food while laughing, "Everyone says that I am a passionate young man."

Behind Lin Zhiyuan, Zhou Liping bent his head and interjected.

"You are really passionate, right? Everyone knows you are stupid. You are very rude to pests."

Sha Zhu knocked the spoon down with his right hand, "That's right, Brother Liping, what you said is right, that's who I am!"

After the food was ready, Lin Zhiyuan and the other person found a seat and ate while chatting.

After a few minutes, Zeng Yinquan came over with a lunch box.

"Brother Lin, Liping."

He greeted him, a little excited, and sat down next to Lin Zhiyuan, "Brother Lin, I have completed the formalities and will report to the union this afternoon."

Can you not be excited?

When Shi Kuan and Zhao Hongbo followed Lin Zhiyuan and others, they had no pursuit, so it’s better not to mention them as an old hand.

Three people remain.

Liang Zepeng is now the head of the purchasing team and a deputy section chief.

Zhou Liping, warehouse supervisor, deputy section chief.

Zeng Yinquan, member of the purchasing team, worker.

Now, once a worker is promoted to a civil servant, it is like a bolt from the blue, not to mention the comparison with Fan Jin's success in the imperial examination.

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay, then come quickly, I can't even start my work alone."

Zhou Liping curled his lips when he heard this.

"Zhiyuan, if you hadn't been transferred to the union, to be frank, I didn't even know there was a union in the factory. What do you think you are busy with?"

Lin Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "What do you know? If someone doesn't do anything, shouldn't I do it? If I don't do something, who knows how many people will curse me behind my back!"

Zeng Yinquan agreed and nodded.

"Liping, you may not know that in other units or factories, trade unions are quite important. In addition to their necessary duties, they also create benefits for employees."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be curious and raised his eyebrows.

"Yinquan, tell me in detail. I want to listen and see if I can learn from it."

Zeng Yinquan put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "I heard that the cement factory in the suburbs has set up a special medical room to prevent workers from getting injured. There is also a water plant that needed to work late last winter and received subsidies..."

After dinner, Lin Zhiyuan washed the lunch box and handed it to Zeng Yinquan.

"Hold it for me first and bring it to the office later. I have something to ask Director Zeng."

Zeng Chonghua's office.

They each lit a cigarette and sat down on the sofa.

Zeng Chonghua was naturally very grateful to Lin Zhiyuan for helping his nephew Zeng Yinquan.

"Master Lin, Yin Quan thanks you for your care."

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't say that. It's mainly because Yin Quan is excellent. Otherwise, even if I wanted to help, I couldn't do anything. Don't you think so?"

Zeng Chonghua didn't point it out, and just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Anyway, I'll keep this in my heart, but if you need anything, just ask."

"Oh, you are being polite now."

After the greetings, Zeng Chonghua asked with a smile, "What brings you here today?"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled cheerfully, "I heard from many employees that the food in the third canteen is average. Isn't this also the opinion of the employees? So I came over to talk to Director Zeng."

Zeng Chonghua sighed, "Even if you don't tell me, I know that Old Ma from the Third Canteen is not a good cook, and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Lin Zhiyuan said nonchalantly: "Why, do the canteen chefs still need to be ranked according to seniority?"

Then, he suggested, "I think we should organize a cooking competition in the cafeteria, and the top three will be appointed as the monitors and chefs of the cafeteria, responsible for the operation of each cafeteria. Maybe it will work wonders."

Zeng Chonghua hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Master Lin, are you representing the union or an individual?"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, "What do individuals say? What do the unions say?"

Zeng Chonghua's mouth curled up slightly as he explained.

"If it's a union, it can be done more formally, and they can use this opportunity to sort out the entire cafeteria. If it's an individual, they can only do small things. After all, the cafeteria has no money, so it's okay for the union to allocate funds."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned. He had really overlooked the issue of funding before.

Thinking about it again, Zeng Chonghua's plan makes a lot of sense.

With dozens of people competing, food waste, prizes and honors, and even inviting people to be judges, it would be impossible without money.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "On behalf of the union. However, the union is still an empty shell. I haven't taken over the union account yet in the finance department, so I don't have any money to give you."

Hearing this, Zeng Chonghua's eyes lit up and he agreed immediately.

"That's settled then. I'll think about it in detail ahead of time and wait for notification from the union."

After saying goodbye to Zeng Chonghua, I returned to the office.

Lin Zhiyuan sat on the sofa and couldn't help thinking about it.

I suggested the cafeteria competition because I wanted to promote Shazhu.

Zeng Chonghua's words made Lin Zhiyuan feel that the competition was not only applicable to the canteen, but also to other types of work.

Then, I remembered the eight-grade worker system.

Since promotion will have to be done sooner or later, why not do it in advance?

I vaguely remember that the eight-level worker system was first implemented in the Northeast for a few years before it was promoted nationwide.

It would be great if we could get a small team from the Northeast to come and give us some guidance!

The brigade commander is in the Northeast, but it's just a small matter. It's not appropriate to trouble him, right?

Isn't that like using a cannon to kill a mosquito or using a butcher knife to kill a chicken?

There was nothing he could do for the moment, so Lin Zhiyuan let it go for the time being.

No matter how you find a team, the most urgent task is to establish the union framework first.

It's past three o'clock.

Zeng Yinquan knocked on the door and came in, holding a large cardboard box.

"Brother Lin, Zeng Yinquan is here to report."

"Leave the stuff here first."

Lin Zhiyuan stood up, motioned, and then instructed, "You can go to the purchasing department, the warehouse, or the cafeteria, and borrow a few people to clean the five offices next door."

"it is good!"

Zeng Yinquan agreed and then asked, "What about office supplies? How many sets do we need for each office?"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He had a strong subjective initiative. It was a good opportunity to try out the quality.

"Just take care of it. I trust you to do the job."

The office is easy to clean, but work cannot be carried out without sufficient staff.

For three consecutive days, Lin Zhiyuan and Zeng Yinquan had nothing to do.

Thursday.

The two of them sat in the office, one of them holding a Daqianmen cigarette in his mouth, staring at each other.

Zeng Yinquan took the bluestone cigarette holder and lit another one, "Brother Lin, are we just going to sit here like this every day?"

"if not?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't even raise his eyelids, just closed his eyes and rested.

"It's not like we didn't discuss this. Everything requires money. If the finance department isn't in place, who will take over the account? Without a union account, there's nothing to do!"

"If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have been so anxious about my five offices. Three days is too much for me..."

Zeng Yinquan was just mumbling when there was a knock on the office door. Someone came to inform Lin Zhiyuan to attend the Party Committee meeting.

Lin Zhiyuan immediately cheered up, "Yinquan, I'm going to the meeting. Maybe there will be a result today."