During this trip to the instrument factory library, Dong Fang officially met Yuan Cizhong and Tong Yaowu. Through follow-up contact, Dong Fang gradually discovered that Yuan Cizhong was different from ordinary factory managers.
For example, although Fengda Instrument Factory is small, it also has a small cafeteria. There are three meals a day in the cafeteria, and the meals are fresh vegetables and fish. It is said that people who entered the Fengda factory never thought about coming out because the food inside was so good. What's even more peculiar is that Yuan Cizhong even cooks in the cafeteria himself, cooking for the workers.
On this day, Dong Fang came to send some shiitake mushrooms from Jin County, and Yuan Cizhong happened to be busy in the kitchen.
"Sit whatever you want, I'll do the cooking first." Yuan Cizhong grabbed a piece of fresh pork from the chopping board, and muttered: "This pork was sent by Yaowu's cousin. It's time for dinner."
Dong Fang remembered that she had heard Tong Yaowu say that his cousin was a pig raised with Fangfang's feed. She thought that Yuan Cizhong probably didn't know about her relationship with Feed, but just mentioned it casually.
Thinking of these, Dong Fang naturally felt very at ease. After all, it is also a matter of joy that Fangfang feed can go out of Jin County and be recognized by foreign customers.
Yuan Cizhong cleaned the meat skillfully, took a sharp kitchen knife, and peeled off the skin of the meat with three strokes. He handles things carefully, and after the knife is degreased, he has to check carefully to see if there are any pig hairs on it that have not been cleaned.
Once the hot water boiled, the meat was boiled in a cauldron to remove the blood. Slowly, layers of residue bubbles floated on the surface of the water, and the pork looked much cleaner.
Dong Fang saw Yuan Cizhong's posture very neatly. It can also be inferred from this time that the degree of carefulness of this person's work.
"The factory director like you, the workers should like it very much, right?" Dong Fang asked with a smile.
"I don't know, I'm a big man, and I don't have the nerve to ask people if they are satisfied with me as the factory manager. In short, serving the people, this worker eats well and feels good, so he always works hard Some." Yuan Cizhong confessed.
While speaking, he had already picked pork bones on the chopping board, and chopped the lean meat and fat meat into fillings.
"The fat meat should not be chopped too finely, otherwise it will be difficult to bite into meatballs. If you want to have a taste in your mouth, you have to cut it on the head." Yuan Cizhong said cheerfully.
"Are you going to stay here forever?" Dong Fang asked tentatively, "Or do you want to go to another factory to manage?"
After hearing this, Yuan Cizhong stopped the kitchen knife in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then laughed with a "chi": "At my age, when I go out, I will not be a retired veteran cadre in the factory. I don't have enough experience. Who wants to invite me?" Where should I go? Besides, I only graduated from junior high school, and my education level is really not high, so no one wants me in this decent place."
"And I think the factory I run is not bad. Don't look at it's small scale now, with only a dozen or so people in total. But in the future, as long as it does well and develops, hundreds of workers will say No way." Yuan Cizhong said.
In his expression, there are more expectations and confidence for the future. He believed that he could lead the workers of Fengda Factory to make a name for themselves in the small corner of Yu County.
Dong Fang couldn't be more familiar with this kind of thinking. When I decided to go overseas to start a business, I also had such bold ambitions. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com