Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

"Hey, look at what's written on this red paper?" Lao Zhang asked curiously, pointing at the red paper on the notice board.

Xiao Li came forward, squinted his eyes and read out word by word: "The new rating system of the workshop will be implemented from now on. Every week, the rating will be based on the amount of tasks completed and the success rate. Those who perform well will be rewarded with green tickets."

"Green ticket? What is a green ticket?" Xiao Wang next to him asked in confusion.

Xiao Li continued to explain: "The green ticket is the reward. I heard that if you collect four green tickets, you can exchange them for a red ticket."

"What can the red notes be exchanged for?" Lao Zhang asked.

Xiao Li smiled mysteriously: "Hey, you don't know this, right? Green tickets can be exchanged for eggs in the cafeteria, and red tickets can be exchanged for pork!"

"Pork?" Everyone exclaimed, showing surprised expressions. In this era of material scarcity, pork is a rare delicacy.

"Could this be fake?" Xiao Wang couldn't believe it.

"I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be false?" Xiao Li assured, patting his chest.

People were talking about it. Some began to calculate how many green tickets they could get every week, while others fantasized about exchanging red tickets for pork.

"This system is great. We will have more motivation to work in the future." Old Zhang sighed.

"Yeah, this is much better than the fixed salary we had before." Xiao Li agreed.

However, at this time, someone discovered another paragraph on the notice: "However, if the task is not completed or the success rate is too low, there will be punishment. The lightest punishment is to criticize in public, the worst is to make a public self-criticism, and even to be transferred from the post."

"Ah? There's a punishment?" Everyone exclaimed, and their excitement instantly cooled down.

"Isn't this punishment too severe?" Xiao Wang grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"That's right. We workers are the ones in charge. How can you punish us so casually?" Lao Zhang also echoed.

"I think this system was created by capitalists to exploit us workers," someone said indignantly.

"Yes, we must unite and resist this new system!" someone suggested.

However, some people disagree: "I think this system is good. At least it can motivate us to work hard."

"Yes, those who are sneaky and cunning should be punished." Someone echoed.

Thus, the workers started a heated debate over the new rating system, with supporters and opponents each holding their own views and neither convincing the other.

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Finally, the workshop director stepped in to mediate, saying that the new system was designed to improve the efficiency of the workshop and hoped that everyone would understand and support it. At the same time, he also promised to consider everyone's opinions and make appropriate adjustments to the system.

"Those who are lazy should be kicked out of the workshop!" Lao Zhang waved the tools in his hand, his face full of indignation. His words immediately resonated with the workers around him.

"Yeah, we work so hard, but they are just sitting there slacking off. How can this be okay?" Xiao Li echoed.

The lazy workers felt the pressure from all sides, they lowered their heads and dared not look at the crowd, they knew that their behavior had caused public outrage.

"Our jobs are our livelihoods, we can't let them destroy them!" Lao Wang's words made everyone fall into deep thought.

People have come to realize that a job is not just a source of income, but also a responsibility to the family and children.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the workshop. It turned out to be Yang Ming, who came to the literature club again. As soon as he entered the door, the classmates surrounded him enthusiastically.

"Cousin, you're here! We've all been waiting for you!" Xiaoli shouted excitedly.

Yang Ming smiled and greeted everyone, but his eyes fell on Feng Huacheng inadvertently. Feng Huacheng was a new member of the literature club, but Yang Ming was not unfamiliar with him. He knew that Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong had a subtle relationship.

Feng Huacheng seemed to feel Yang Ming's gaze. He walked forward, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Brother Yang, I have long heard of your name, "170".

Yang Ming shook his hand, but secretly thought in his heart. He knew that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to break Zhou Rong's filter for Feng Huacheng.

"Brother Feng, I heard that you are quite accomplished in literature. Could you give me some pointers?" Yang Ming asked modestly.

Feng Huacheng waved his hand modestly: "No, no, Brother Yang, you are too kind."

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Feng Huacheng suddenly changed the subject: "Brother Yang, I have something to ask of you." Yang Ming's heart moved, he knew that the opportunity had come: "Just tell me."

"It's like this. I've been writing an article about factory life recently, but I always feel a little overwhelmed. I would like to ask Brother Yang to help polish it." Feng Huacheng said sincerely.

Yang Ming was secretly delighted. This was exactly what he wanted. He took Feng Huacheng's manuscript and read it carefully. Soon, he found the problem - Feng Huacheng over-glorified factory life in the article and ignored the hard work and dedication of the workers.

Yang Ming decided to take this opportunity to let Zhou Rong see Feng Huacheng's true face. He picked up a pen and circled and dotted the manuscript, adding many real details and the workers' voices.

A few days later, Feng Huacheng's article caused a sensation in the literature club. Zhou Rong also read the article and was surprised to find that the factory life described by Feng Huacheng was completely different from what she knew. She began to wonder if her filter for Feng Huacheng was too thick.

"Director Feng, I heard that the Literature Society is going to hold an election for officers?" Yang Ming spoke softly, breaking the silence.

Feng Huacheng nodded, frowning, "Yes, I am worried about this. You know, as a factory director, I don't have many resources, and it's difficult for me to use my connections."

Yang Ming smiled slightly and took out an exquisite box from his pocket: "Director Feng, I have something here that may be able to help you..."

Feng Huacheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the box and opened it. Inside were some expensive tea and wine. He looked up at Yang Ming, his eyes full of gratitude: "This... How can I be so embarrassed?"

"Director Feng, you're welcome." Yang Ming waved his hand. "These things are nothing to me, but they are very helpful for your election campaign. However, I have a small request."

"You said it, as long as I can do it, I will definitely satisfy you!" Feng Huacheng patted his chest and promised.

"I would like to invite you to come with me tomorrow to visit the seniors in the literature club, and bring my cousin Zhou Rong with you." Yang Ming's tone suddenly became serious.

Feng Huacheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood Yang Ming's intention. Although he was a little unhappy, he nodded when he thought about his future: "Okay, I promise you."

Yang Ming smiled with satisfaction: "Then it's settled. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

The next day, the train station platform was crowded with people. Zhou Rong and her two classmates, as well as her brother-in-law Cai Xiaoguang, were all there to see Yang Ming off. Feng Huacheng stood aside, holding the gift from Yang Ming, feeling mixed emotions.