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A group of six people walked into the steamed bun shop and ate forty Qinwan bags each with a dime!

"Ms. Qin, let me come." Xu Zhen stood up and made a payment. Qin Dong smiled and grabbed him, "Sit down."

"Hey." Xu Zhen was also obedient. Forty buns cost four yuan. Although the money is not much, it is more than five yuan plus tofu nao. He is not reluctant to pay for this money, but he is afraid of his wife going home and nagging. New Year's Eve, the expenses at home are too great.

Qin Dong got up and took out ten yuan, a meal of steamed buns and bowls of tofu nao. This little money is really not a problem to him, "get me ten more buns."

"President Qin."

After eating, the group of six people did not go home, but all returned to the factory. As soon as they walked into the factory door, the security officer shouted with a smile.

Qin Dong was taken aback, smiled and nodded, then took out two buns and stuffed them into the hands of the security officer.

"Ms. Qin, didn't you sleep all night?" An old lady who was on the night shift was riding a bicycle, and seeing Qin Dong getting off the bicycle again, she pulled off the tightly wrapped scarf again, revealing half of her face.

"Sister Ma, eat steamed stuffed buns." Qin Dong was also very enthusiastic, stuffing the hot steamed stuffed buns into her elder sister's hands, and the elder sister smiled more enthusiastically.

"Mr Qin——"

Walking into the office building, the people in the department saw Qin Dong still yelling like this. Several people in the dispatching room looked at each other and found that President Qin's reputation has been screaming throughout the factory this night.

Back to Corey, Xu Zhen focused on the work of the dispatching room last year. "Next, please say a few words to everyone." The steamed stuffed bun was eaten into his stomach, and Xu Zhen also sent enthusiasm from his stomach.

"Well," Qin Dong is not polite, "I don't need to talk about the importance of the dispatching room, let me make a few requests..."

Xu Zhen and several dispatchers took notebooks and pens and recorded them carefully.

"The first is to adhere to the principles. For the problems that arise in production, especially the principled issues, we must dare to persist. One is one, and the second is two. There is no ambiguity... For acts of falsification in production, we must severely punish. lazy……"

"Second, self-discipline and fairness...Everyone is equal before the system, no specialization, no power for personal gain, decent work style..."

Qin Dong looked at Xu Zhen. Xu Zhen was in his thirties, and he was almost half his age, but he also took a notebook and pen to record seriously, and looked up at Qin Dong from time to time.

Qin Dong's tactics were something he had seen before. Whether he was rectifying Sun Kuirong or fighting against a tobacco and alcohol company, this person was not something Xu Zhen could afford.

"Third, in addition to your own personal image, the image of the office is also very important."

Qin Dong frowned and pointed to the office of the dispatching room. "From now on, the rest of the tea in the office will be poured out, tea cups and tea sets must be cleaned, and the floor and tabletops will be cleaned. If there are spiders and other stolen goods on the walls of the office, you will also Pay attention to clean..."

Qin Dong's words were concise and no nonsense. When he returned to the office on the first floor, Xu Zhen immediately directed several dispatchers to clean up.

"Yeah, what's going on today? The sun came out from the west?" Wu Geng happened to come back from the cafeteria. When he walked to the door of the dispatch room, he saw chickens and dogs jumping inside. Usually a group of big masters, plus staying up late Scheduling, there is always a smell of smoke and tea mixed in the office, plus the ink smell of the mimeographed scheduling record, this smell...

"Mr Qin asked us to clean up," Xu Zhen replied with a smile, "Isn't this about to celebrate the New Year? There is a new look in the New Year!"

"Good point!" Zhou Fenghe also went to work, and he also noticed the changes in the dispatching room. "There should be a new atmosphere in the new year. Tell the factory office that the whole factory should study the dispatching room, conduct a health inspection, and talk about it. Just do it, in the afternoon, all clean up!"

Wu Geng looked at Xu Zhen and came to the first floor. He pushed Qin Dong's door open, "You kid, okay, the sales department is on the first floor, the dispatch room is on the second floor, and the Youth League Committee is on the third floor. There are five floors in total. Floor, your kid is in charge of three floors by himself!"

"Will it be the director of Wu Geng, then?" Qin Dong smiled and welcomed Wu Geng in. The bun was originally taken by Wu Geng, but he let himself out halfway.

"Yes, you are President Qin now," Wu Geng looked at Qin Dong jokingly, "What did Zhou Principle say just now, let the whole factory be cleaned in the afternoon and learn from your dispatching room..."

Qin Dong smiled, he kept blinking, Wu Geng also smiled, he sat down on the chair opposite Qin Dong, "Why, I have trachoma? What blink?"

Qin Dong smiled and coughed. Wu Geng felt wrong. When he turned his head, Zhou Fenghe was standing at the door looking at himself.

"Secretary Zhou," Wu Geng stood up with a hurried smile, "You have a job to talk about. Okay, it just happens that there is something going on in the South Factory. You should be busy first..." When he walked to the door, he turned his head back viciously and hand-made The palm struck Qin Dong severely.

"Xiao Qin," Zhou Fenghe was very calm. He also knew the nickname Zhou Dadao, but he thought that half of it was affirmation of himself. "I'll come to inform you that the Spring Festival Gala in the city will be held this afternoon. On-site rehearsal, you participate as a model worker representative."

Ah, Qin Wan’s Spring Festival Gala?Qin Dong couldn't help standing up.

Zhou Fenghe thought he had any concerns, and continued to do Qin Dong’s work. "You don’t have to be burdened. You are not required to perform some show, or sit down and watch the show. Those who can sit down are all in our city last year. The representatives emerging on all fronts are an important political task..."

"Secretary Zhou, I'm a section chief, so I won't go," Qin Dong said with a smile, "Would you like Director Chen to go?"

"You?" Zhou Fenghe looked at Qin Dong, and suddenly smiled, "You are President Qin," Speaking of President Qin, he laughed to himself, "Go, you are the only one in the second light system, and you are the city. Director Qi Cheng personally called the name... By the way, you can go to work now, go to the department store, buy yourself a set of clothes, dress up in the afternoon, and show the spirit of our factory..."

...

"The one with red heart, the one with green heart, Robbe, the crunchy and crisp!"

"Grind---scissors, cut---chopper--"

"Sweet deep-fried twists, one is gluttonous, two are full."

...

The afternoon sun is very warm. In this cold season, the tempting screams, coupled with the smoky smoke, make the quiet alleys full of human real interest.

"Why do you get off work so early today?" When Qin Dong opened the courtyard door, Du Xiaoju stepped out with the curtain of the door. The sun was shining on her face, her soft skin was like gelatinous nephrite, and her white face was filled with water. The waves flow around, staring at Qin Dong.

Today is off work, the stove at home is thriving, she only wears a pink sweater, her exquisite figure looming in the sun is engulfed in the halo of the sun.

"Where is the little tree? Where are the uncle and aunt?"

"The second kid from Uncle Liu Qimin's family of the Public Security Bureau got married. My dad and my mother went to the table, Xiaoshu," Du Xiaoju lowered the curtain, "I don't know where he went."

"What about you, why did you run back at noon?"