After leaving the courtyard house, Zhou Weidong walked toward the street.
On the way, Zhou Weidong was in a trance when he saw the low bungalows and the pedestrians rushing by.
In this era, there weren't as many skyscrapers in Yanjing as in the later era.
Most of the pedestrians on the road had pale faces and were dressed in single-colored work clothes or green military uniforms. However, most of them had patched clothes and looked very modern.
However, occasionally, there were pedestrians riding bicycles without patches.
This was the last year of the natural disaster, 1962.
Although life was hard, everyone had hope and a hint of fanaticism on their faces.
It wasn't lying flat, nor was it broken.
People firmly believed that difficulties were only temporary and that life would be better in the future.
This was an era full of vitality.
After a while, Zhou Weidong came to the street and found the street director Wang. He directly explained his purpose of coming.
Hearing that Zhou Weidong wanted to work in the rolling mill, Director Wang said.
"Weidong, don't worry. I'll contact the rolling mill later.”
"Leave it to me if you want to work at the rolling mill.”
"Sigh, it's our street's fault for not doing our job well. I didn't expect you people to live like this!”
"If you have any problems in the future, just come to me. Our street will definitely not let the martyrs shed blood and tears.”
Chief Wang choked as he spoke.
This family had been living such a difficult life, yet they had never thought of asking the country for help. What kind of spirit was this?
At the same time, Chief Wang also made a mental note of Yi Zhonghai.
Yi Zhonghai was the boss of the neighborhood. How could he not know about Zhou Weidong's family?
There must be something fishy going on here. He would settle the score with Yi Zhonghai in the future.
Now, he had to get Zhou Weidong's job done so that they could earn their own living.
"Thank you, Chief Wang. I'll wait for your news!”Zhou Weidong was overjoyed and quickly thanked him.
If Chief Wang was willing to help, it would be much more useful than Yi Zhonghai.
"Forget it, Weidong. Let's go to the rolling mill now!”
Seeing this, Director Wang brought Zhou Weidong to the rolling mill.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't live anymore, Zhou Weidong definitely wouldn't have come to the streets for help.
Chief Wang liked the descendants of such martyrs from the bottom of his heart.
Zhou Weidong was overjoyed and followed Director Wang to the rolling mill.
……
After arriving at the rolling mill, Director Wang went to the factory manager's office.
Chief Wang went straight to the point after introducing Zhou Weidong's situation.
"Manager Yang, this is Zhou Weidong from our street. He graduated from junior high school this year and wants to work in our factory.”
"Do you accept them?"
With that, Chief Wang took a sip of tea and waited for Manager Yang to make a decision.
Director Wang didn't find it difficult to arrange for Zhou Weidong to work at the rolling mill.
After all, Zhou Weidong graduated from middle school and was the descendant of a martyr. He was much better than the workers who graduated from primary school in the factory.
Moreover, he did not come to the factory to work in the office. He was going to work as a worker on the front line.
Factory Manager Yang did not answer. Instead, he dialed the internal telephone of the factory first before speaking slowly.
"Right now, the factory is only short of people for the position of fitter. Little comrade, are you willing to be a fitter?”
Zhou Weidong immediately responded.
"A revolutionary warrior is a brick.”
"Director Wang, Factory Manager Yang, I'm willing to be a fitter.”
"Haha, young comrade, you're enlightened. Alright, I'll get someone to bring you to the workshop later. When you graduate, you can report to the factory.”
"Weidong, do a good job in the factory in the future. If you have any difficulties at home, remember to come to me on the street!”
After Zhou Weidong expressed his stance, both Director Wang and Director Yang were very satisfied.
After that, Factory Manager Yang asked Zhao Daquan, the director of the third workshop, to come and pick them up.
Since Zhou Weidong had not officially graduated yet, the factory director specially instructed him to start work early considering the situation of the Zhou family.
In the end, Chief Wang gave Zhou Weidong a few more instructions, telling him to work in peace and come to the street if he had any difficulties.
……
On the way to the workshop, Zhou Weidong followed the workshop director Zhao Daquan and introduced his personal situation.
"Weidong, you also live in the 75th courtyard. Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu from our workshop also live in that courtyard.
In that case, when you come to work, let Old Yi take care of you. He's the only level-eight worker in our factory.”
Zhao Daquan said excitedly after hearing Zhou Weidong's introduction.
Yi Zhonghai, as the big shot in the factory, had only taken Jia Dongxu as his disciple in the past few years.
Unfortunately, Jia Dongxu had only graduated from primary school and had no talent for fitter, so he was just a bystander in the workshop.
Now that Zhou Weidong had joined the factory, he wanted Yi Zhonghai to take care of him since they were from the same hospital.
If Zhou Weidong could also become a level-eight fitter, then he, as the workshop director, would also be proud.
Even if Zhou Weidong had no talent, as long as he could become a fourth or fifth level fitter, he would not lose out.
"Director Zhao, forget it. Our family doesn't get along with Yi Zhonghai..."
"Before I entered the factory, I wanted to ask Yi Zhonghai for help. He didn't want to help, so I went to ask Director Wang for help.”
"If possible, please change my master or let me learn by myself!”
Zhou Weidong didn't hide the grudge between him and Yi Zhonghai.
Saying these words, he was not afraid that Zhao Daquan would make things difficult for him.
With his current strength, he would be able to stand out in the factory sooner or later.
Moreover, he also wanted to see if the people in the factory would be like the beasts in the Siheyuan.
In the future, he would definitely have conflicts with Yi Zhonghai and the others.
If the factory was biased towards Yi Zhonghai, then it was fine to not take this job.
"Alright, I got it!"
After understanding what had happened, Zhao Daquan pondered for a moment and did not say anything else.
When Zhou Weidong followed Director Zhao to the fitter workshop, Zhao Daquan gathered the workers as usual and began to introduce Zhou Weidong.
"Gather, today I'll introduce a new comrade, Zhou Weidong.”
"From now on, we will all be colleagues who work together. I will be Weidong's master in the future. I hope that everyone can help him when Weidong joins the company.”
After Zhao Daquan finished speaking, the other workers in the workshop expressed their goodwill and asked Zhou Weidong to look for them if he had any questions.
After all, this young man named Zhou Weidong would have to learn from the workshop director, Zhao Daquan.
If he could form a good relationship now, he would definitely not lose out in the future.
"Whoa, how many years has it been since the director has taken care of a disciple? He actually went to take care of this kid personally. He's really lucky!”
Hearing Zhao Daquan's words, Jia Dongxu couldn't help but mutter.
Initially, he and Yi Zhonghai thought that they had Zhou Weidong in the bag, but why did he suddenly come to work at the rolling mill?
"Hehe, Dongxu, you're jealous. If you can't, then draw a line with Yi Zhonghai and let our director be your master.”
"If he draws a clear line with Old Yi, wouldn't Old Yi be angered to death?”
"I don't think so. It's been so long since Dongxu became a second-grade worker. I don't think so!”
After hearing Jia Dongxu's words, the workers began to tease him.
When Yi Zhonghai heard this, his face turned as black as charcoal.
Seeing the change in Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu knew that he had said something wrong.
Seeing this, he quickly expressed his stance to Yi Zhonghai.
"Everyone, don't spout nonsense. I'm just learning from my master.”
"Master, I won't go to anyone. I'll just learn from you.”
Jia Dongxu knew his own business very well.
Yi Zhonghai was the only reason he could survive in the workshop.
Zhou Weidong, who was standing beside Zhao Daquan, saw the changes in Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu. He smiled contemptuously and did not say anything.
Enemies really met on a narrow road!
Since everyone was in the same workshop, there were plenty of ways to deal with them in the future.
After that, Zhao Daquan asked Zhou Weidong to introduce himself and brought him to familiarize himself with the working conditions of the workshop.
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