"You're quite good at guessing."
"Wait for the wedding."
"Really?"
Liu Guohua was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Aimin puffed out his chest.
"How can this be fake?"
"We workers want to get married.”
"Then the matchmaker hasn't made the introductions yet.”
Guo Hua Liu agreed.
In this era, the workers and peasants were the bosses.
It's fine if you provoke anyone.
However, if he offended the workers and peasants.
Go home early.
You have to think that the leaders of the factory are also workers.
Then you are very wrong.
The workers were the working class.
Leaders were only officials.
These two couldn't be mixed up.
You'll see the leader's awe-inspiring presence now.
After a few years.
Look again.
He didn't know what he had become.
"Master Zhao, Master Zhao."
He was working in the workshop.
He heard someone calling him from the door.
He was the only one with the surname Zhao in the entire workshop.
Naturally, he was called Zhao Aimin.
"Your strength is wrong."
"If the strength is not right, this piece will be useless."
"If I didn't notice, something big would have happened.”
"It won't be good if someone dies."
First, he had to finish the work at hand.
Get the blacksmith back to work.
Zhao Aimin took off his gloves and walked towards the door.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm not looking for you."
"The director is looking for you."
"She's waiting for you in the office."
"Hurry up and go over."
"I have to finish the work in front of me first.”
"If I leave like this…"
"They are all going to rest."
The other jobs in the workshop started at level six.
Without a Level 4 blacksmith like him.
He really couldn't continue with this job.
How to smash things.
Pass or not.
Zhao Aimin had to check it personally.
It was only counted after he said it.
Otherwise…
It didn't matter who said it.
Moreover…
He had just used the Public Upgrade Card.'
At this moment, his experience points were rising rapidly.
Could he reach the standard of a grade-6 blacksmith?
It was all because of this thing.
Ask Zhao Aimin to stop what he's doing.
Go to the side.
"Alright, I'll go and talk to the factory manager.”
"Hurry up."
Back at the workshop.
Liu Guo Hua gave him a thumbs up.
"Aimin, you're really awesome."
"The director wants to see you."
"We still have to wait."
Zhao Aimin smiled.
He did not explain.
"Hurry up and work hard."
"Let's finish it quickly."
"Alright, I won't delay you."
Liu Guo Hua said with a smile.
The workers of this era.
Everyone had the spirit of selfless dedication.
Labor is the most glorious.
The workers had power.
No matter which factory it was.
If you don't work hard.
Everyone will despise you.
He never did less work than anyone else.
Who gets the most salary?
How powerful was he?
It was a competition of whose craftsmanship was better.
Who was more capable?
It was good to do it.
Earn money with one's own abilities.
That was how everyone praised him.
They could reach level six.
It was already very good for ordinary people.
Some people would remain at level two or three for their entire lives.
Level four was the backbone of the factory.
At level six, he could be a master and take care of his disciples.
Or enter the special workshop to make precision parts.
Basically, they could reach level six.
No matter what kind of work.
They were all people with some ability.
Just like Yi Zhonghai.
Level 8 fitter.
In the factory, he was an expert.
He even brought many disciples with him.
Anyone who saw him would politely call him "Yi Gong".”
Even the factory director.
Even so, he still had to call him Master Yi.”
Liu Haizhong, Level 7 Blacksmith.
He was also a good worker in the factory.
Because…
Forging was also a special type of work.
Look at how the child whines at home every day.
He relied on the strength of his hands.
That brute force.
However, they were all made by swinging a big hammer at the forging station. People also called blacksmiths blacksmiths.
He took out a piece of red-hot iron from the furnace.
He placed it on a stake and smashed it.
At the end of the day.
His arm was swollen.
You have no strength.
He should choose another job as soon as possible.
Apprentices entered the factory for assessment.
The old master will add a piece of red-hot iron for you.
Put it in front of you.
I'll let you smash it with a big hammer.
A hundred hits.
You can be a blacksmith.
If it didn't work.
It all depended on the old master's mood.
Second Uncle Liu Haizhong.
Level 7 Blacksmith.
How could he be a simple person?
Unfortunately, he always wanted to be a leader.
He only knew how to command others to do this all day long.
That.
If he put his mind on the technique…
He was now a Level 8 Blacksmith.
His monthly salary was now more than 70 yuan.
It was five or six yuan less than the first uncle.
When he reached level-eight.
At least 85.50 yuan a month.
Including the subsidy, he would have more than 90 yuan.
Wasn't money better than being an official?
Moreover…
This grade 8 worker had a high status in the factory.
There was no way for a grade-7 worker to be compared to him.
These two levels were like the director and the section chief.
The difference between the two.
The difference was not just a little bit.
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