The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

February 15th, New Year's Eve.

Today Lin Zhiyuan got up normally, ate the breakfast Su Jin made for him, and walked out of the building with his briefcase.

Xie Wei's car had already parked at the door of the villa, and Xue Zhaokuan was standing by the car door waiting for him.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan came out, Xue Zhaokuan took the initiative to take the briefcase from his hand and opened the car door.

After Lin Zhiyuan got in the car, he told them again, "Don't forget to come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner tonight, especially Qi Yu. This is probably her first time spending the New Year away from home. She will definitely miss home. Come to my house Let’s have some fun.”

"Thank you Mr. Lin, we will definitely be there tonight." Xie Wei happily agreed.

1998 was a good year for Xie Wei, and Qi Yu also went to work at the Yangcheng branch. Both of them were leather steel workers, and they were allocated a two-room apartment of more than 90 square meters in the employee community.

Because Xie Wei followed Lin Zhiyuan to work in Yangcheng in the past two years, and the two spent less time together and more time apart, so they never had children. Now that their lives are stable, they plan to have a baby next year.

As a driver, Xie Wei is very satisfied with his current life, so he is happy no matter where he goes.

"Mr. Lin, you don't know yet, right? Zhaokuan has a girlfriend, and she's a rich girl!"

"Oh?" Lin Zhiyuan really didn't know this news, "Zhaokuan, how could you hide such a big thing from me? What does a girl do? How did you meet?"

Since the last incident with Liang Jiahuan, Xue Zhaokuan has not found a girlfriend. Unexpectedly, he would be given such a surprise today.

Xue Zhaokuan turned his head from the passenger seat, his face a little red, "Mr. Lin, I really didn't mean to hide it from you. The main reason is that it hasn't been decided yet. If it stabilizes, I will definitely report it to the leader as soon as possible. Her name is Huang Jiayan, and she is Director Chen introduced me that my family is in the clothing wholesale business, and she is now helping at home."

Yangcheng is the distribution center for clothing wholesale in the country. If you can do clothing business here, you must have a good family background. In addition, Chen Jiafu introduced it, so it should be more reliable.

Xie Wei chuckled, "Zhaokuan's mouth is too strict. What do you mean it hasn't been decided yet? Aren't you already going to visit my father-in-law's house in the second year of junior high school?"

Being teased by Xie Wei, Xue Zhaokuan's face turned even redder, "Isn't this just in time for the Chinese New Year? It would be rude not to go and see his parents."

"Okay, I'll give you a day off on the second day of junior high school. No, you can rest throughout the Spring Festival holiday and spend time with your little girlfriend." Lin Zhiyuan was also in a good mood, which showed that Xue Zhaokuan had completely emerged from the shadow of Liang Jiahuan.

The car drove into the gate of the Yangcheng branch and stopped in front of the office building.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan got off the car, his ears were filled with New Year greetings.

"Mr. Lin, happy New Year!" This is an employee from Northeast China.

"Mr. Lin, congratulations on getting rich!" No need to ask, this must be a local from eastern Guangdong.

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and greeted everyone he met and said New Year's greetings.

There are obviously fewer people in the office building today. Many Ge'an employees have taken leave in advance to go home for the New Year. Because this Spring Festival is the first after the Yangcheng branch officially started production, Lin Zhiyuan also understands the mood of these employees leaving their hometowns, and basically gave them leave without affecting their work.

Back in the office, Xue Zhaokuan made him a cup of tea. Lin Zhiyuan had just taken a few sips when there was a knock on the door, and Yao Peichen and Yuan Hongshu walked in.

Shi Yi, Liang Hongwei, Zeng Xinyuan and Liang Gaopeng all took leave and went back to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year. Now there are only three team leaders left in the Yangcheng Branch.

"Mr. Lin, have a great New Year!"

"Mr. Yao, Happy New Year to Mr. Yuan!" Lin Zhiyuan smiled and held his hands in greetings.

The three of them briefly discussed the route and details of going to the workshop, factory and mine to express condolences and New Year greetings in the evening in the office.

This is an old tradition of leather steel. Every year on the eve of New Year's Eve, leaders go down to the lowest-level workshops to express condolences to the workers on duty, send some dumplings, and say a few auspicious words.

Since four members of the leadership team left at once, this task fell on the three of them. Now there are more than ten grassroots factories and mines under the Yangcheng Branch, and these three people have to divide the work.

Lin Zhiyuan took into account that Yao Peichen was old and Yuan Hongshu didn't know much about the situation at the grassroots level, so he took the initiative to lighten their workload and let each of them only be responsible for five factories and mines, and he took care of the rest.

Who knew neither of them agreed. Yao Peichen smiled and waved her hand, "Mr. Lin, don't worry, I'm going to retire soon. I'm still in good health. I'll go down to the grassroots to express my condolences, but you can't take it away from me for what I'm most willing to do."

Yuan Hongshu also expressed his positive attitude, "Mr. Lin, my work usually has little contact with the grassroots, so it just gives me an opportunity to get familiar with it."

In this case, Lin Zhiyuan said nothing more, and the three of them equally divided the factories and mines that needed condolences.

After finishing their work, Yao Peichen and Yuan Hongshu left. Office director Chen Jiafu knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Lin, according to your instructions, there will be a small Spring Festival tea party in the agency activity room at ten o'clock in the morning. The time is coming soon. All leaders are invited to attend."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

The Spring Festival tea party is also a tradition of leather steel. On the thirtieth day, almost everyone was not interested in working. They held a tea party in the morning, played small games, the employees performed small shows, handed out gifts, had a meal in the canteen at noon, and then had a holiday in the afternoon.

Lin Zhiyuan got up and went upstairs into the activity room. At this time, the activity room was crowded with people, and Yao Peichen and Yuan Hongshu were already sitting in their seats.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan arrived, the tea party started immediately.

The staff of the agency took to the stage to perform their special talents. Some impromptu games were interspersed among them, and the scene was very lively.

Lin Zhiyuan clearly realized the difference between Yangcheng and Ge'an.

The Yangcheng branch is a new company, and the employees are all young. In addition, many employees from Legang have taken leave to go back to Ge'an for the New Year, so most of the people on site are local employees from eastern Guangdong, and most of the performances are from Cantonese pop songs from Hong Kong Island.

Lin Zhiyuan was okay, but for Yao Peichen, who was used to Errenzhuan, the programs performed by these employees were all unfamiliar.

Yao Peichen poked her head over, "Zhiyuan, this tea party is quite lively, but why do I always feel different from Le Gang?"

"Mr. Yao, what's the difference?"

Yao Peichen sighed, "In our era, we called for the factory to be our home. When workers entered the factory, as long as they did not make principled mistakes, they would basically work in the factory until retirement. They really regarded the factory as their home, but you see This group of young employees recruited locally obviously do not have this belief, they just regard this as a job."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't expect Yao Peichen to think of this, but after thinking about it, what he said really made sense.

"Mr. Yao, that era is gone forever."

Yao Peichen knew that Lin Zhiyuan was telling the truth, but he was still a little sad. This was the helpless sigh of an old man facing the changes of the times.

Now it is 1999, and the wheels of the times are rolling over ruthlessly. The slow era of simplicity, simplicity, and consistency is gone forever, and a new era of opportunities, choices, and temptations is approaching.