RNP Chapter 1138 Xu Damao's Actions
Chapter 1138 Xu Damao's Actions
But right now, the new factory manager was a complete stranger named Zhu Tao! The more He Yuzhu thought about it, the more he felt this was a fantastic opportunity. He wielded the cleaver even more enthusiastically, chopping away with a loud "bang," like he was celebrating with gongs. Didn't this mean all his previous worries were unnecessary? As long as he could please this new factory manager, wouldn't he still be able to get along well in the factory?
He was making plans in his mind: he hadn't really hoped for the position of head chef, after all, he wasn't senior enough, and there was Chef Wang, who had been with the old factory director for many years, above him. But he had to hold on tightly to the head chef position—who in the factory didn't know He Yuzhu's culinary skills? His stir-fried liver tips were so tender they were practically dripping with juice, and his braised pork belly smelled so good it could fill half a street.
Zhu Tao has just taken office and will definitely be eating in the factory canteen. If he can show off his culinary skills, like making "Nine-Turned Intestines" and simmering "Black Chicken Soup," and impress the new factory director, why wouldn't he value him? Not only will he keep his position as head chef, but he might even be able to use the director's influence to put Gu Nan in his place—when Gu Nan was deputy director, he always kept him in check, saying things like "the kitchen hygiene must meet standards" and "you can't withhold food coupons." With the director backing him up, let's see if he dares to say anything more!
The more he thought about it, the better it seemed. He Yuzhu simply put down the cleaver, slammed it onto the cutting board with a clang, tossed his greasy apron onto a hook, and turned to run towards the office building. He needed to hurry and meet the new factory director, preferably by showing up in the office and casually mentioning his culinary skills, such as, "If the director wants something hot, come to the canteen anytime; I guarantee it'll suit his taste," to make an impression on the director.
He walked with a light step, as if he were on a spring, humming a little tune all the way. When he passed the workshop, he greeted the workers he knew, and his face was all wrinkled with a smile, as if he could already see himself dominating the factory in the future—at that time, even Gu Nan would have to show him some respect!
Gu Nan was looking down at the production reports submitted by the workshop, his pen circling and marking several abnormal scrap rates on the paper. The sunlight from outside the window slanted across the reports, making the ink on his fingertips particularly clear. Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door, a quick, deliberate attempt to ingratiate himself.
He didn't even look up, assuming that the newly appointed factory director, Zhu, had some new task to assign—this new director always liked to find some excuse to summon his subordinates from time to time to show that he valued them. Gu Nan replied with a faint smile on his lips, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, but instead of the expected figure in a Zhongshan suit, Xu Damao entered, dressed in clean work clothes. His hair was neatly combed, the buttons of his work jacket were fastened neatly, and he had an exceptionally warm smile on his face. He rubbed his hands together in front of him and strode to the desk: "Deputy Factory Director Gu, busy? You look so worried, there must be some tricky issues with the reports again? I have something quite important that I'd like to discuss with you, maybe it can help ease your burden."
Gu Nan looked up at him, his gaze behind his glasses calm and unwavering, but he instantly understood seven or eight tenths of the situation—back when he was vying for the factory director position, he had vaguely promised him at a dinner party that if he succeeded, he would give him the position of head of the publicity department, transferring him from the workshop to the office. Now that Xu Damao had come to his door, it was most likely about this. He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and gave a perfectly measured, gentle smile: "Damao, sit down. Why are you standing? We're old acquaintances. Tell me, what brings you here?"
Xu Damao didn't dare sit down, remaining slightly hunched over as he stood, his tone deliberately indignant: "Deputy Factory Director Gu, I just feel that this matter is extremely unfair to you! Think about it, in the past few years, when have the steel rolling mill's production targets been achieved without you leading us to work overtime to reach them? The other day, no one could figure out how to operate that imported rolling mill, but wasn't it you who spent three days and three nights in the workshop, painstakingly debugging it? Equipment innovation, technological improvement—none of these can be done without you? In terms of contributions, this factory director position should rightfully belong to you! I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking..."
Gu Nan looked at his indignant expression, the corner of his mouth remaining unchanged, but he knew in his heart that this was just a prelude. He smiled faintly, his tone as calm as if he were talking about someone else's business: "This is not something we can decide; it's all arranged by the organization. As subordinates, how can we be picky? As long as we conscientiously complete our tasks, do a good job in the factory, and ensure that the workers receive their wages and bonuses on time, that's enough."
Xu Damao felt a little anxious when he heard him dodge the main point. He took another half step forward, lowered his voice, and asked almost to the edge of the desk, "Deputy Factory Director Gu, about... the position of head of the publicity department that I mentioned to you before... what do you think of it now..." His eyes were full of expectation, and he rubbed his hands together more frequently.
Gu Nan seemed to have just remembered this, and nodded as if he had just realized something, his tone firm: "Don't worry about this. Although I'm only the deputy factory director now, I already reported your situation to Director Zhu last week—I said that you've been in the workshop for many years, are familiar with the factory's situation, and are good at writing and speaking, making you a good candidate for publicity. He just took office and has a lot of things to do, so he might have to wait a while, but since I said it, I won't go back on my word."
Xu Damao was surprised that Gu Nan actually took his matter to heart and even mentioned it to the new factory director. His smile became more genuine, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened: "Oh, Deputy Factory Director Gu, you really are... I never expected you to still be thinking about me at a time like this! Don't worry, from now on, wherever you point, I, Xu Damao, will go, without hesitation! If there's anything happening in the factory, I'll tell you immediately!"
"Is there anything else?" Gu Nan looked at him, his tone still calm, revealing no emotion.
Xu Damao's eyes darted around quickly, then he leaned closer, lowering his voice to almost a whisper: "Deputy Factory Director Gu, look at this Factory Director Zhu. He's been putting on airs since he arrived, always late for meetings, and he talks a big game. I have a feeling something's off about him. Maybe he's up to something, like... having an affair with some supplier? Should I try to investigate him? If we find something on him, then..."
Gu Nan shook his head before he could finish speaking, his tone turning serious as he interrupted, "Forget it. They're all comrades sent by the organization, their goal is to run the factory well. Just cooperate properly and don't resort to these underhanded tactics. If word gets out, it won't be good for anyone."
Xu Damao wanted to say something more, such as hinting that he had a way to get Director Zhu's itinerary records, but Gu Nan had already picked up the report again, his gaze fixed on the paper, clearly giving him the order to leave: "If there's nothing else, you can leave now. I still have reports to process here, and I need to show them to Director Zhu this afternoon."