Wealth

Hearing what Fan Heng said, Zhang Mei didn't react, but Fan Wubing, who was lying on the sofa, understood.

　　 "Hehehe—" Fan Wuyao couldn't help but laughed, and said to his parents, "Mom and Dad, could it be that Ye Gong wants his stupid son to take his class?"

　　 Fan Heng stared at Fan Wubing for a while, then shook his head and said to Zhang Mei, "Look, my son already knows what's going on, you, the chief of authority, didn't want to understand!"

"How is it possible?! Ye Gong wants his stupid son to take over?!" Zhang Mei heard this from Fan Wuyi to Fan Heng and his son, her open mouth seemed to be stuffed into an egg, and she couldn't close together. After seeing Fan Heng's helpless look, he asked in a low voice, "Could it be true?!"

　　 "Of course it is true, how else would I be so embarrassed?" Fan Heng gave Zhang Mei a white look.

　　 A very happy thing! Fan Wubing felt a little overjoyed after hearing this.

　　 This is the case in this era. Although there is no law stipulating that the children of employees can take over the jobs of their parents, this is indeed a common situation that exists in reality.

The employees of state-owned enterprises regard their work as a right that they should enjoy, and take it for granted as a private property to the next generation. This is succession, a special phenomenon that formed in a specific era, although After 1989, the succession system was declared obsolete, but until 30 years later, in certain monopolistic industries, this phenomenon still persisted in various forms.

　　 "But, the silly son entered the industrial enterprise to take over the engineer Lao Tzu's class, this thing is too dramatic, right?" Fan Wuyao really does not know how the factory leaders should deal with this dumbfounding problem?

　　 "Anyone agreed in the factory?" Zhang Mei asked.

　　 "What can I do if I don't agree?" Fan Heng said helplessly, "Everyone handles things like this, can you tell me not to let Ye Gongzhao gourd paintings? A stupid son is also a son!"

　　 Fan Wuyi laughed, "But this kind of thing should be a headache for the factory leaders, dad, what's upsetting you? It's totally unnecessary!"

Fan Heng replied angrily, "If that were the case, the leaders in the factory were slicker than the other, and they hid behind when they saw trouble. They insisted that Ye Gong was from our workshop, and of course this successor. The problem of the problem is also solved by our workshop, and the factory is optimistic! If I say, what is the optimism here, it is clear that I sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, want to see our jokes!"

"How stupid is that fool?" Fan Wubing is very concerned about this question. If Ye Gong's stupid son is really hopeless, then he can only lament that his father Fan Heng's fate is bad. .

　　 Before Fan Heng had time to speak, he heard Zhang Mei interject, "As stupid as you are."

"Well—" Fan Heng glanced at Zhang Mei dissatisfiedly, and said fairly, "Actually, I just don't get the hang of it! Or reluctantly! It must be impossible to do technical work, but there is nothing in our workshop. The job? Just as an uncle, the other workers are unwilling! The child is actually not bad, but it is a pity, alas, Ye Gong has been a good person all his life, how can he be so stupid? Son?!" Say it and shook his head again and again.

　　 Oh, that's it! After Fan Wubing listened to Fan Heng's explanation, he had an idea and suddenly thought of a way.

　　 "Dad, do you think this will work?" Fan Wubing quietly told his father his thoughts.

　　 "It sounds good, but you can try it first." Fan Heng said with joy after listening.

　　 "What are you two whispering, father and son? It's still so mysterious—" Zhang Mei said slowly.

　　 "Hehehe—" The father and son laughed very sinisterly, their evil expressions were exactly the same.

　　 Within a few days, there was an uproar in the factory, Ye Gong’s stupid son was finally going to work!

　　 "The son inherits his father's deeds, it is justified, what a big deal?" Many people say that, although there is no sway in their eyes, but through this matter, everyone's heart is a little more at ease.

Although since the end of last year, the direction of the wind has changed drastically, saying that the company will break the big pot and cancel the succession system. Everyone is a little worried. After all, at this time, it is related to everyone's interests. If it is not allowed to take over. , What should my children do in the future? There are so many unemployed young people in the society at once, can it be stabilized? Everyone feels very confused.

　　 At this time, Ye Gong's stupid son is going to work in the factory. The rumors of cancellation of the succession that had been spread all over the world naturally broke through. There is no market anymore, and everyone's heart suddenly has a bottom.

　　 "No matter how bad, my son is not as stupid as Ye Gong's son?!" Some people joked like this.

　　 Ye Gong’s son is really at work! His big name is Ye Tian.

　　 However, Fan Heng did not assign him to any post in the workshop. He directly assigned Ye Tian to the guard, and he was specifically responsible for getting in and out of inspection equipment.

This was naturally the idea of ​​Fan Wuyi. Fan Heng always complained to them at home a while earlier, saying that the loss of precious metal parts in the workshop was quite serious. Tens of thousands of dollars up and down.

The general assembly workshop has the most complete parts. The performance of military products has almost strict requirements in many aspects, such as electrical performance. Therefore, some parts have silver contacts. At the time, this was relatively valuable. Things, many workers with unclean hands and feet like to take advantage of the opportunity to repair the parts, pick out the silver contacts, take them home, and slowly accumulate them. When the quantity is enough, they are melted in a crucible and cast into Ring or something.

The harm of this behavior is very significant. Originally, some parts can be reused after a simple maintenance, but after the silver contacts are removed, they become waste products. In the waste warehouse of the general assembly workshop, there are some parts. Half of them were obtained like this.

　　 "Can't the doorman's instrument detect it?" Fan Wuyao was very surprised when he heard Fan Heng's complaint.

"Of course it can be detected, but everyone meets every day. Who wants to embarrass others for such a trivial matter? You act as a doorman to enforce the law strictly for public affairs, but you offend everyone. If there is a future Who will help you with begging?" Although Fan Heng was a little dissatisfied, he was helpless about it.

　　 "So, a good doorman must be a fool first!" Fan Wuyao said thoughtfully.

　　 As a result, Ye Tian's stupid son was so embarrassed by Fan Wubing that his old man was assigned to the guard, and he was the one who was responsible for managing the testing equipment!