National Tide 1980

Needless to say, this kind of herding the donkey onto the shelf will not make people happy.

These old masters sitting on the rostrum have no ambition to attend the "farewell party" at all.

Not only do they not feel glorious, but they also feel humiliated and lost.

They all felt like they were being thrown into the trash can in a decent way with a bald pencil tip.

But what makes them even more distressed is that the factory leaders' approach of only judging heroes based on efficiency, one-sided pursuit of production scale, and only highlighting the commercial nature is destined to ruin the future of the arts and crafts industry in Beijing.

In fact, Master Jiang's last speech in the factory was even more embarrassing.

Although he talked excitedly about history on the rostrum, "Beijing work" is equal to the reputation of "fine work".

It tells how the capital's cooking utensils were famous both at home and abroad, causing a sensation in the "foreign village".

He also counted how many honors they, the old workers, have received for the factory with their skillful workmanship and down-to-earth spirit, and how many of their products have been collected by the National Art Museum and museums.

In this way, employees in the factory are advised to treat their work with respect and respect.

A person must be down-to-earth and do not tolerate fraud, let alone efficiency.

At the same time, it also led to an idea that he has been thinking deeply about these days - traditional handicrafts are actually the basis of industrial production. Even if the production efficiency is low, it cannot be simply "retired".

On the contrary, we should be inclusive and continue to "advance", which is the only way out.

But as a result, his mouth tasted dry and his voice was hoarse, exemplifying the spirit of craftsmanship.

Except for the few masters who moved him, there was no one else.

The young employees sitting below were whispering and laughing secretly, thinking that he was clinging to the past and showing off his seniority.

And his worry that the factory might not be able to innovate and produce high-quality products in the future was not taken seriously at all.

The factory leaders not only yawned but turned a deaf ear.

I even heard him say "I am ashamed of history and I am ashamed of the three thousand elders in the factory." I was probably a little angry and dissatisfied because of his "alarmism."

Otherwise, the final praise speech from the factory leader should not have only a few words.

The awarding of honorary certificates and certificates will not be so confusing and will end hastily.

In particular, the deputy director in charge of production actually issued orders to the factory employees in public.

Some people were asked to clean up the blowing workshop that the old masters had vacated as soon as possible.

Such hasty behavior can be regarded as a disguised response to Master Jiang, which is equivalent to a disguised slap in the face and expulsion.

All in all, this "farewell party", let alone a happy atmosphere, was not even a happy reunion.

As soon as the meeting ended, the factory leaders took the lead and the employees followed, swarming out.

Only a few lonely old men and old ladies were left in the conference room.

They seemed like a joke, extremely desolate.

But this was nothing. The most fatal blow that followed came from his own son. This was something Master Jiang never expected.

During lunch break that day, I had my last meal in the factory cafeteria with a few old guys.

After Master Jiang finished cleaning the lunch boxes, he walked to the workshop alone, wanting to take one last look at the place where he spent the longest time in his life.

As a result, I encountered several workers playing poker in the half-cleaned workshop.

Worker A said, "This shabby workshop should have been closed a long time ago. Good guy, what age is it? It's still blowing with your mouth. After working for five years, my brother's neck can catch up with toad sperm? How can we find a wife? Three hearts!" "

Worker B said, "No, let alone blowing it, I can't stand it even by lighting a gas lamp. I won't tell you how many times I was permed when I was an apprentice. It's so much suffering in the summer...Nine of hearts, compared to You’re older, I’ll take care of you.”

At this time, a familiar voice stopped Master Jiang who was about to walk in the door.

Because it was his son Jiang Guoqiang who spoke.

"Okay, are you satisfied? No matter what, you are better than me. How many years have you endured hardship? These are all the treatments I received when I was a child. My father beat me when I was seven years old and forced me to do this. If I don't do it, he will beat me. Now I also hope that my son can do it too, saying that he will have to learn this when he goes to elementary school. We, father and son, have a hard life...Ten of spades."

Worker A said, "Who can compare with your family? I heard that your father used to name and rank new workers. Hey, how do you rank the new workers in your family? You and your son must both be taught by the old man. You’re not talking about senior brothers, are you?”

Jiang Guoqiang was annoyed, "Go away, what are you talking about? This is a unique skill passed down from our family, which is different from the ordinary master-disciple relationship. Have you seen "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? Do you know about Duan's 'One Yang Finger' in Dali?" Really? Besides, naming and ranking are all based on the old calendar, feudal dregs. Who are you going to change the name of now? The Public Security Bureau won’t agree yet.”

At this time, worker C said, "Qiangzi, your dad shaved his face today and looks very energetic. But he doesn't speak much on this stage. He is co-authoring another third article. He is on the last shift. , and they didn’t say there would be a calming down. It’s nothing to do with the awkward look on our factory leader’s face. It’s not my fault, you kid, you’ll be fine in the future. Don’t cause trouble with your father, retribution will fall on you... What? No one wants the Ace of Clubs? Four, five, six..."

Jiang Guoqiang immediately shouted "Qi Ba Jiu" and sighed.

"Who says it's not the case? My father really doesn't want to let me worry. He actually said that he was very happy. He offended everyone and walked away. I have to continue here. Why didn't he Do you know how to think about me? He has been in charge of me for more than thirty years. He finally gave up and gave me such a big gift. I have no future in my life. What an old fool."

Worker A said, "Hey, you kid, please take it easy. Will it be easy for you to hear this from Master Jiang?"

Jiang Guoqiang didn't care.

"No one wants it, these two bags... Am I still afraid of him? His precious workshop has been demolished by us today. What else can he do to me? He can also punish me by lighting the blowtorch to clean him. Can’t do it?”

"Tsk, if you ask me, the factory should have let him go a long time ago. Why worship such a Buddha? I know that his old boss talks about what he can't do opportunistically, what slow work can produce fine work, and what skills don't stress the body. Look. Look, now that machines have been replaced, who wants purely handmade things?”

"Are they genuine? I say every day that if I don't work hard, I will be punished, and my conscience is uneasy... Now the imitation hibiscus stone and jadeite materials are selling well. This is not a fake. If his goods are genuine, can they be sold? ?”

"Let me tell you, I really envy you. It's so unfortunate that I was born in this family, and I was completely delayed. If it weren't for such a father, I would have been transferred to the trucking workshop. What other skills should I learn? Automation every day , the work is not tiring, and I can get more than ten yuan in bonus every month. If it weren’t for such a father, I wouldn’t have been unable to hold my head high in the factory and just be a stupid blowjob worker..."

His biological son's words hit Master Jiang hard like a hammer.

Today is his official retirement day. On the day he left the factory, he unexpectedly heard the title of "Stupid Blower".

He felt his eyes darken, his heart tightened, and he didn't know anything anymore...