With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming doesn't care whether the new briquette machine is promoted or whether it will be scolded by the people.

Open the file cabinet and hand over the personal information and employment applications of thirty interns to Niu Baoquan.

Interns need to be made regular.

Niu Baoquan returned to the Transportation Bureau with the information, spent three days sorting it out, and handed it over to Director Cao Baoshan for approval.

After Cao Baoshan approved it, he handed it over to Han Siping, the leader in charge of transportation. What followed was a long wait.

After Han Siping approved it, he handed the information to the Transportation Bureau. Cao Baoshan stored the information in the archives and immediately ordered the Transportation Bureau to print the card production work permit.

Niu Baoquan came to the transportation department with thirty work permits, and now thirty interns have officially become transporters.

"Uncle Niu, I gave you the information at the beginning of June. Now it is the end of June, and you have saved a month's salary." Xue Ming joked with a smile.

"You kid, don't talk nonsense. It's a waste of time to go through all the layers of approval." Niu Baoquan rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette.

Xue Ming sent Niu Baoquan away and arranged for Niu Guoxing to notify the interns to come and collect their certificates.

Hong Minglei and other nine people arrived immediately. The office could not accommodate too many people, so Niu Guoxing could only lock the door temporarily.

"Congratulations to Comrade Hong Minglei for becoming a first-level transporter of the Transportation Department, with a monthly salary of 40 yuan. I hope you will continue to work hard and create greater glory." Xue Ming solemnly put his work permit around Hong Hongminglei's neck.

"Thank you, principal. I will never disappoint the principal's expectations." Hong Minglei's face flushed with excitement, and he stood at attention and gave Xue Ming a military salute.

Xue Ming patted him on the shoulder and told him to step aside. He took a work permit and came to his cousin Liu Hongwei. "Comrade Liu Hongwei, congratulations on becoming a first-class transporter. Your monthly salary is 40 yuan."

"Thank you, principal..."

Liu Hongwei was beyond excited. It would be false to say that he was not excited about the transformation of a country bumpkin into a transport worker in a provincial city and his achievement of class leap.

He cried like a child. Xue Ming gave him a hug and asked him to step aside. He said to him, "You kid, go ahead and cry. I won't win people's hearts."

Hong Minglei and Niu Guoxing put their arms around his shoulders to comfort him. The thirty interns were also divided into several small groups. Niu Guoxing, Hong Minglei and Liu Hongwei got closer.

Xue Ming put his work permit on Huang Xujiang's neck and said, "Comrade Huang Xujiang, you are also a first-class transporter. Work hard from now on."

"Thank you, principal." Huang Xujiang took the initiative to stand aside while wearing his work permit, lowering his head and looking at the work permit with a silly smile.

Xue Ming found out that he and Chen Yuanzheng of the Coal Industry Bureau were in a father-son relationship. His parents divorced when he was four years old, and Huang Xujiang remarried with his mother to a man named Huang, so he changed his surname to Huang Xujiang.

Xue Ming then distributed the work passes one by one, and at the same time gave a few words of encouragement. After issuing thirty work passes, his mouth felt dry, so he made a pot of tea and rested in the office.

"Cousin, I want to take leave and go back to my hometown." Liu Hongwei said weakly, his eyes were red from crying.

"Returning home in fine clothes, right? We will go home in August and we will be busy tomorrow." Xue Ming said.

Tomorrow is July 1st, and the transportation tasks for the third quarter of this year officially begin. Everyone must work hard to complete the transportation tasks.

"Cousin, can you write a letter to my parents? I want them to be happy." Liu Hongwei scratched his head and showed a silly smile.

Xue Ming nodded. It is a good thing for his cousin to become a transporter. It should make his uncle and aunt happy.

In the future, it would be possible to make a phone call, but now it can only be done by writing a letter or sending a telegram.

"Give me your work ID card." Xue Ming quietly took out the camera from the space, took a photo of the work ID card first, and then took a photo of his cousin holding the work ID card. Then he would send these two photos to everyone. uncle.

"Hongwei, go and inform all the interns to gather in the yard." Xue Ming thought of a better idea.

The newly hired transporters came to gather one after another. Xue Ming asked them to line up and take photos. Each one took a photo holding their work ID card.

After taking a single photo, Xue Ming took a group photo with them, and then took a group photo with all the transporters. Taking pictures is also a luxury these days, and comrades are very happy.

Xue Ming took the film to the Second People's Photo Studio to develop the photos. Three days later, the staff came to his home to deliver the photos.

I picked up a pen and wrote a letter to my uncle to announce the good news. I put my cousin's photo in an envelope, put a stamp on it and went to the post office to mail the letter.

Then the photos were distributed to all the transporters. The old transporters each had a group photo, and the new transporters not only had a group photo but also a single photo.

A hundred or so photos are also a big expense. Xue Ming is too rich to use public funds. He has too much money in his pocket and no place to spend it.

The comrades were very happy. After get off work that night, the old transporters went back to their homes. Hong Minglei called all the new transporters to the conference room.

"Brothers, the principal helped us pay the fine when we were fighting. He tried his best to save the girl who fell into the water and gave us the opportunity to directly work as a transporter. Now he has paid for our photos. Comrades, think about it with your conscience. Is the principal treating us well?"

"Okay! Long live the principal!"

Niu Guoxing and Liu Hongwei took the lead in applauding, and the venue burst into warm applause.

"Comrades, we want to repay the kindness of the principal. When wages are paid at the end of the month, I suggest that each of us give five yuan to me, and each of us will buy a gift for the principal to repay him. Do you guys agree?" Hong Minglei shouted again.

"it is good!"

Most people responded loudly, but a few people didn't say anything. The salary of a first-level transporter is only 40 yuan, so five yuan is a lot to pay at once.

"Minglei, I think five yuan is a bit much. Besides, let's buy some gifts for the principal. The principal doesn't need anything, right?" Huang Xujiang stood up and said.

If each person takes out five yuan, it is 150 yuan, and he can buy a bicycle or a watch.

"We'll decide what gift to buy later. Lao Huang, I don't think five yuan is much." Hong Minglei said with a smile.

"Five yuan is not much? I suggest taking three yuan." Huang Xujiang shook his head repeatedly.

I said in my heart that your father is the director of the State-owned Assets Office of the Bureau of Commerce and your mother is the director of the First People's Hospital. Five yuan is not much for you.

"I support Lao Huang. My father is an ordinary worker, my mother has no job, and my salary has to subsidize the family." Lin Xiaofan, who also comes from a modest family, said.

"I support five yuan. When it comes to poverty, you are not as poor as me. My father and mother are both farmers in Guangming Commune." Liu Hongwei said weakly.

"I support three dollars."

"I support five bucks."

The new transporters were divided into two factions, one headed by Hong Minglei and the other headed by Huang Xujiang, quarreling like a group of toads croaking in a puddle.

"Everyone, please stop arguing. Let's vote by a show of hands. Those who support the exchange of five yuan will raise their hands." Hong Minglei was the first to raise his hands.

Twenty-two of the thirty people raised their hands. Hong Minglei immediately announced that everyone would spend five yuan to buy a gift for Xue Ming when wages were paid at the end of the month. Huang Xujiang and other eight people had no choice but to agree.

Niu Guoxing pretended to be deaf and mute throughout the whole process, saying to himself, you children, just wait to be scolded. How could the principal let you exchange money to buy gifts?

Huang Xujiang glared at Hong Minglei, turned around and strode out of the conference room while holding back his anger.

"Damn it, don't get into any conflicts over exchanging money." Niu Guoxing suddenly felt worried.