Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Attention everyone, please note that today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel's death. At the same time, today is also the day of the Nobel Prize..."

The loudspeaker of the Xibao Meat Union Factory yelled at ten o'clock in the morning.

In the workshop, the noisy machine sounds gradually quieted down, but the production lines were suspended.

This is a step that was determined a few weeks ago. After the workers finished the work at hand and cleaned the workbench, they walked loosely out of the workshop. Own workers from other groups to perform additional maintenance and repairs.

This is basically a holiday convention.

Except for circulating production lines that cannot be shut down, such as steel mills, domestic production does not pursue a 7×24 hour production model.

The production line of the Xibao Meat Union Factory is extremely busy on weekdays. When the festival comes, it will take the opportunity to repair it, not only for the workers to rest and rest, but also for the machine to repair and repair.

Duan Hua stretched out and walked out of the office, nodding and smiling at everyone.

He is not usually such an amiable role, but today Comrade Duan Hua is in a good mood. He can't do it with a sullen face.

"Director Duan, congratulations." The chief accountant happened to meet Duan Hua, and a smile appeared on Ban Zheng's face.

"The same joy, the same joy." Duan Hua was cheerful.

The chief accountant joked: "The Nobel Prize winner is your nephew, what are we all happy for."

"The Nobel Prize winner is a Chinese. This is not a great joy." The director next to him grabbed the topic, immediately inserted it, and smiled at Duan Hua again: "Director Duan is beautiful, so let us have a little joy. ."

"I'll have a drink on the weekend, and I invite everyone to have a drink." Duan Hua didn't stumble at all. This was discussed long ago. If the family wants to have a great view, the people in the factory must also be invited. At that time, everyone can't be brought home. It's better to invite everyone in the factory.

The chief accountant just laughed and said, "It's best to drink with alcohol. Hey, Director Duan’s wine is one drink less than one drink. It will rise in the future, so don’t forget us."

"It's okay to have a drink, so I can't talk about high promotion. Yang Rui is Yang Rui, and I am me." Comrade Duan Hua doesn't like to engage in relationships.

The director only regarded him as hypocritical, and couldn't help laughing: "Just to contact Hua Rui, I can't let you stay in the Xibao Meat Union Factory. We are now waiting for the good news from the above to pass down."

"Furthermore, I am a brick of the revolution. I need to move it wherever I go. But no matter where I go in the future, I will stand on the last post." Duan Hua said more seriously.

"Where else can I move? I can only move to the top. From now on, it will be the leader of Duan..." The director kept complimenting.

Duan Hua accepted it calmly. He grew up and grew up in a state-owned enterprise. Although he does not pursue the style of a state-owned enterprise, he is quite adaptable.

"Attention, everyone, everyone, today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel’s death. At the same time, today is also the Nobel Prize award day, the factory’s first canteen, the factory’s second canteen and the auditorium, all day It’s open, and everyone is welcome to watch the live broadcast."

The big horn in the factory rang again.

This is the most nostalgic and disgusting part of state-owned factories.

On weekdays, the big speakers in the factory take into account the functions of communication and entertainment, and all important and trivial matters will be played through the big speakers. Basically, one thing is important or unimportant. It can be judged by the big speakers in the factory. For example, which leader comes will notify, which leader comes will notify three times, and which leader comes will not notify, basically. Let people have a judgment.

During working hours, the loudspeaker will also play music.

In the 1970s and 1980s, there was no such thing as a walkman. When everyone was eating at noon, and when they were bored at work, they didn't have a mobile phone to watch. Entertainment relied on big speakers.

I play labor songs when I work, various minor tunes and folk songs when I’m resting. When I’m off work, I occasionally play sluggish music. If it’s more relaxed, you can also order Shan Tianfang’s storytelling or Ma Sanli’s cross talk at meal time. .

Of course, big speakers are also annoying when they are annoying.

The person who hates it most is the person who likes to sleep in.

In the era when there were no commercial houses, one lived wherever one worked. The tweeter at 7 o'clock in the morning is really not friendly to those who don't need to go to work.

Children who lack sleep are the most annoying, but today, children in factory-run middle schools will smile at the corners of their mouths when they hear the loud speakers.

Naturally, they are not happy for the death of Nobel, or just for the sunflower seeds in the auditorium, they are happy for the prosperity of the motherland... and a day off.

In the town of Westburg.

Yang Rui's eldest cousin, Duan Hang, is also putting up lights for the upcoming county-wide study session.

Not only him, but the entire town’s civil servants were mobilized. Although reporters from the capital had already completed the framing and interviews a few days ago, they were willing to spend a few days even for their own sake. Labor, regard the Nobel Prize Day as a holiday.

"We have the world's best scientist in Xibao Town." Duan Hang was already drunk without drinking.

After a young man who tried to correct the word "world first" was taught a lesson, the people on the streets of the town unified their thoughts. Including the Huo Lao Si gang who once occupied the bus station, now speaking of Yang Rui, they have not forgotten to add the word number one in the world.

Offending the head of the town's public security bureau will not end well. It is much more serious than the number one in the world.

Compared with the bustling capital of Beijing and Hedong Province, Guang@州城 is much quieter.

Xu Anqing took leave and returned home, a warm and comfortable home without Yang Rui's name.

Unlike the capital with a strong political atmosphere, everything is thriving in the south at the beginning of reform and opening up, so that everyone's attention is difficult to concentrate.

Xu Anqing feels that he prefers such a city, at least, in the recent period, he prefers to spend in a relaxed city.

At the very least, wait until the storm of the Nobel Prize passes.

Staying in a small building in the secluded military area, Xu Anqing only felt that everything around him was extremely cordial. The cockroach that I hated the most when I was a teenager, the moss I hated the most when I was in middle school, and the dampness that I can never shake off...

"Mom, I want to eat steamed ribs." Xu Anqing shouted, buried himself in the sofa, and watched the TV comfortably.

In the kitchen, the busy mother Xu was also very happy, smiling and saying: "No problem, steam the chicken feet together."

"Some more money belly."

"Okay." Mother Xu wiped her hands with a rag, then turned to the chef on standby and said: "The same four copies, send one to Commander Liu and political commissar Lan, um, make five, and the others will be matched. A few dishes."

"Yes." The cooks in the military area compound are naturally soldiers. Taking subsidies from state expenditures, satisfying the commanders and soldiers is the top priority. There are many good craftsmen.

Xu Anqing has said since he was a child that he grew up in a canteen, but in fact, it is true that the canteen is also a canteen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ steamed pork ribs, steamed chicken feet, steamed money belly, these are Xu Anqing’s three favorites. Sample dishes, especially as afternoon tea.

Xu Anqing's mouth was full of oil, and she was happy to quit her job immediately.

What is good about the Beijing Municipal Committee? What you eat is not what you want, what you do is not what you want, and people still talk about the two worlds.

In comparison, Guang@州 is too cool, eating well, no need to do anything, and no one is nagging in his ears.

"Xiaoqing is back." Father Xu entered the house with his hands behind his back. His military uniform was always straight as if he had just been ironed. In fact, it is...

"Dad." Xu Anqing held the cage in one hand, smiling as if he knew he was the second place in the national college entrance examination.

Father Xu nodded steadily, but after all he couldn't help but smile.

"I'll stay a few more days when I come back." Xufu nodded and asked: "How about work?"

"You don't have to be your general when you go home. Your son is so tired outside, so you don't help." Xumu complained when she entered the door.

"Why didn't I help?" Xufu felt aggrieved for a while.

"Take off your jacket. I'll have someone iron it."

"I'll press it tomorrow, and there will be activities in the evening."

"What else is going on?"

"Tonight, we will give the Nobel Prize winners the prize. Let's watch the TV broadcast in the military area." Xufu paused, remembering what he said earlier, and said: "Xiaoqing is Yang Rui's classmate, so why don't you come to give a speech to the officers? , Just talk about Yang Rui in the school and so on. It's also familiar."

Father Xu was a little proud and said, "My son has graduated from Peking University, so I still want to talk to you when he is free."

Xu Mu agreed and said: "This is a good idea, let everyone know about it."

Xu Anqing held the steamer in one hand, chewing the ribs in his mouth, and squeaked the cartilage.

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