King of Industry

In the office, when Zhao Guoyang was about to say a few words of comfort to Xu Dongfeng, the phone on the desk rang.

He picked it up and listened, it was Director Mu calling.

"Guoyang, are you in the office? Come to my place." Mu Aijun's tone could not be heard to be happy or angry.

Zhao Guoyang responded, put down the phone, patted Xu Dongfeng on the shoulder, and walked out.

Zhao Guoyang could also guess what was going on from the faint quarrel that came from Factory Manager Mu's phone just now.

Dividing houses is certainly a good thing, but it can easily cause disputes.

When it comes to their own interests, people will more or less argue with reason. This is human nature and understandable.

When Factory Manager Mu was in the army, he always obeyed orders and obeyed the command. Although he is used to talking about everything in the factory now, he still lacks experience in dealing with such complicated problems.

Although he had already made enough mental preparations, when Zhao Guoyang arrived at the factory office, he was still taken aback by the sight in front of him.

Welding group leader Liu Linzhi, member Zhou Jingfang, workshop director Zhang Fusheng and others gathered together for a while to discuss.

There are a large group of workers in the workshop next to you, and you and I are arguing endlessly.

Lian Hongjun, the chairman of the trade union over there, explained a few words to everyone, but was quickly drowned out by everyone's voices.

"Lian Hongjun, we don't want to listen to your explanation, you ask Director Mu and Secretary Zhang Shu* to come and talk to us!" A worker shouted loudly.

Zhao Guoyang knew this man, his name was Lao Fan, he was a skilled worker in the factory, he had been in the factory for more than 30 years, and he was almost twice as old as Zhao Guoyang.

The first time Zhao Guoyang knew about the house division was when he and another old employee surnamed Qin told him on the road.

I saw this old fan with his hips on his hips and neck, and said in a rough voice: "Even the Red Army, didn't the factory agree before that the technical title level and the length of service in the factory are also considered in the comprehensive consideration of the house allocation. My old man Fan has been in the factory for more than 30 years, and he is a skilled worker, so why is he only assigned a 90-square-meter one? I don’t accept it!”

"That's right, I've been in the factory for 20 years. How did I get an 80-square-meter one? How did your factory manage it?" Another voice echoed.

This voice, Zhao Guoyang is also somewhat familiar, isn't it the old Qin?

Last time, I seemed to hear these two people say that as long as they get 90 or 80 flats, they will be satisfied.

Who knew that now that things were coming to an end, he suffered from pink eye disease and wanted something better.

Seeing these people with red faces and thick necks, Zhao Guoyang sighed secretly, turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

A group of people were making noise downstairs, and Zhao Guoyang walked upstairs. This action naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Some sharp-eyed people had seen Zhao Guoyang clearly, and couldn't help but comment: "Hey, isn't that Xiao Section Chief Zhao? Did anyone notice it in the announcement just now? How big is the house he was allocated? Jiushiping or One hundred square meters?"

"Xiao Section Chief Zhao? Zhao Guoyang? I don't seem to have seen these two grades!" A person stared at the notice over there, blinking his eyes.

"Giant salamander, your eyes are really hard to use. Isn't it clearly written in black and white on the top? Zhao Guoyang, a big house of 120 square meters! It's the same as several factory leaders!" A worker jumped out of the crowd, Pointing to the six names on the first line, he said aloud.

"Ah!" Originally, everyone only paid attention to the size of their own house, and had no time to care about others.

Now when I suddenly heard that Zhao Guoyang, a young junior, was allocated the highest-grade house of 120 square meters, everyone became uneasy.

The old Fan who had spoken before couldn't help but sneer and sneer: "Hehe, Gao, the factory is really clever. The best house is actually given to the fledgling little doll. On the contrary, we old revolutionaries who have worked hard all our lives can only live A third-tier house is really chilling."

"Yes, yes, that's the reason! This Zhao Guoyang, how can he live in a big house of 120 square meters? Even if he is the head of the department, it should be 100 square meters. The factory said that there is no special Hua, why did you change your mind when you came to Zhao Guoyang?" A voice next to him said in a strange voice.

Everyone followed the voice, and saw Huang Xiaohua from the technical department standing in the middle of the crowd with a look of resentment, commenting.

Although the workers in the workshop didn't know about the conflict between Huang Xiaohua and Zhao Guoyang, they were old-fashioned people. After thinking about it for a while, they knew the reason.

Huang Xiaohua and Zhao Guoyang, one is the old flower of the technical department, and the other is the star of the future.

When these two people collided, it was like sparks colliding with the earth. How could there be a good thing?

Originally, Huang Xiaohua was allocated a ninety-square-meter house, but he was still complacent.

But seeing that Zhao Guoyang was treated the same as several factory-level cadres, he lost his balance in an instant.

Taking advantage of everyone's quarrel, Huang Xiaohua jumped out to criticize Zhao Guoyang, which meant using the masses to attack Zhao Guoyang.

It's a pity that none of the people in the workshop who dared to jump out and make trouble was easy to deal with. Huang Xiaohua's little thoughts were seen through almost at a glance.

Speaking of which, everyone still has a good impression of Zhao Guoyang, a young man.

This young man is capable, hardworking, and polite. When I meet everyone on weekdays, they are all masters and masters. Even if I become the chief of the technical department, there is no change at all.

And Liu Linzhi, Zhang Fusheng and others also promoted Zhao Guoyang's ability in the welding group and workshop from time to time.

Coupled with Zhao Guoyang's rocket-like promotion speed, no matter how dissatisfied the workers in the workshop are with the distribution plan in the factory, they will not be against him.

Because of these reasons, everyone was curious about Zhao Guoyang's assignment to the big house, but they didn't feel envious or jealous.

In contrast, Huang Xiaohua is not very good in everyone's impression.

This guy has always had his eyes on the top of his head, he is used to being arrogant, and he likes to put on airs when he sees everyone.

None of these old fritters present are fools, and of course they will not be used for nothing by Huang Xiaohua.

At this time, after Huang Xiaohua questioned, someone blocked him in a ambiguous manner: "Xiaohua, we have nothing to do with Section Chief Zhao's affairs. We only care about our own house."

"That is, everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, so who cares about the frost on the roof of others?" Another voice echoed.

"That's right, Huang Xiaohua. The factory allocated Xiaozhao Section Chief such a big house, maybe he was thinking of mentioning him as a factory-level cadre. You should know this better than us?"

Hua Guosheng, who had been huddled in the crowd all this time, said nothing, "Yes, Xiao Huang, Guoyang is also your leader after all, it's not kind of you to say such things behind his back..."

"Here……"

Huang Xiaohua was caught off guard by everyone's heartbreaking words, and his face was full of embarrassment.

He couldn't figure it out, why every time he met Zhao Guoyang, he felt ashamed?