RNP Chapter 454: Jia Dongxu Fails to Understand the Situation
Chapter 454: Jia Dongxu Fails to Understand the Situation
No one expected the steel mill to react so quickly.
The day after the rumor appeared, a factory-wide notice of punishment was issued.
Yi Zhonghai was really in trouble this time. Although he kept his job, he received a serious warning and was demoted.
In this era, there was no such thing as "serious demerit", so "serious warning" was second only to dismissal.
It can be said that his future in this life is completely over unless there is a major change!
However, the most cruel thing was the 'demotion'. After working hard step by step to be assessed as a level 7 worker, this time I fell directly to the bottom and became a level 1 worker.
From now on, I will be getting the salary of a first-level worker of 35.5 yuan while doing the work of a seventh-level worker. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I’m losing money.
Yi Zhonghai had deliberately held back before, delaying the assessment of his beloved disciple Jia Dongxu for three years.
Now the master and the apprentice have become the same level, and I don’t know if this is retribution.
However, Yi Zhonghai should not be in the mood to think about these issues now. Ever since he was taken away from the hospital by the security department, he seemed to have aged ten years and became very depressed.
When he arrived at the factory director's office and learned the final result, he felt both relieved and extremely heartbroken.
Yi Zhonghai wanted to act pitiful and beg for mercy, but Director Xin warned him with a straight face:
"If it weren't for your good skills and your ability to make meritorious contributions to the factory, I would definitely fire you. Don't push your luck!
This punishment is already a lenient one, so we have to wait and see what happens next. Be careful and take care of yourself!"
What else could Yi Zhonghai say? This was a naked warning.
If he gave up and just slacked off in the factory just because he was demoted, then there would be no value in his existence.
Yi Zhonghai walked to the workshop with his head down and heavy steps.
Seeing him come in, the workers who were originally talking and laughing suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at Yi Zhonghai with strange eyes. Some of the men looked at him with contempt, some laughed at him, and some were even a little envious.
The few female lesbians, on the other hand, glared at them as if they were scum.
But Yi Zhonghai seemed not to notice, he walked to his workstation and started working.
There were five other apprentices in the workshop. Two of them approached and whispered, "Master, are you okay?"
Yi Zhonghai smiled numbly: "It's okay, just focus on your work."
Jia Dongxu also sneaked over and comforted him, "Master, please relax. I was worried that you might be fired.
Now that you have secured your job, with your skills, you will be able to make a comeback sooner or later."
Yi Zhonghai looked at his beloved disciple and elderly caregiver with a complicated expression. After this incident, he was a little dissatisfied with Jia Dongxu.
When he was in the hospital, even Sha Zhu came to bring him food, but this "half-son" actually ignored him.
Yi Zhonghai felt that all his previous efforts had been in vain. Now he was so heartless. How could he be relied upon when he got old?
So he decided to leave Jia Dongxu alone in the future as a retest.
Moreover, he would only receive the salary of a first-class worker in the future, and he would not be willing to spend lavishly to support the Jia family.
Yi Zhonghai nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, I understand. Let's get to work."
Jia Dongxu, however, didn't know how to read the other person's expression and sighed, complaining, "Hey, what's the big deal?
I am now receiving half of the salary, and Master, your salary has been cut again. It feels like you are targeting us on purpose.
This crappy job is so boring!"
As the person who signed the pension agreement, Jia Dongxu regarded Yi Zhonghai's income as part of his own family.
Now that the market is plummeting, how can he not be heartbroken?
Yi Zhonghai frowned and said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense. If you don't work, you'll just starve.
Behave yourself from now on. I can’t take care of you in my current situation!"
Jia Dongxu didn't take it to heart. He thought Yi Zhonghai had just reduced his salary.
But skills cannot be taken away, and you will still be a respected technical expert in the workshop.
He witnessed it with his own eyes, and it was announced on the radio just now, but when everyone saw Yi Zhonghai, they just looked at him strangely.
If he were an ordinary worker, he would definitely be ridiculed and embarrassed for being a criminal.
But good things don't work, bad things do. Yi Zhonghai gave a warning, and then the workshop director scolded him:
"Jia Dongxu! You're slacking off again! I've told you so many times not to walk around during work hours!
Your yield rate this month is the lowest in the entire workshop. If you can't improve it by the end of the month, you'll be transferred to another workshop!"
The workshop director had disliked Jia Dongxu for a long time, but because he had the help of Yi Zhonghai and several of his other apprentices, he didn't take it too seriously.
But now Yi Zhonghai has to behave himself, and you, Jia Dongxu, still can't see the situation clearly. So don't blame him for killing the chicken to scare the monkey!
Jia Dongxu subconsciously looked to his master for help, but the other party didn't say a word.
He suddenly felt a little flustered, feeling that things were not developing as he had imagined.
It should be noted that a workshop is used to process precision parts, and the workpieces are not large. As long as the technology is up to standard, it is not that tiring.
If I am transferred to other workshops and unlucky enough to encounter those large items, I will be much more tired from moving them up and down that day.
Unable to get help, facing the angry workshop director, Jia Dongxu could only reply awkwardly:
"I...I'm not being lazy. I'm asking Master for advice."
This excuse made the workshop director even angrier: "Still quibbling!
You have been a first-level worker for many years, and you are assigned to the simplest workpiece in the entire workshop. Even a fool can do it!
If you need any advice, go back!"
Jia Dongxu could only run away in shame, not daring to say a word.
He no longer dared to rely on his master's status as he did before and retort unconvincedly when criticized.
The workshop director saw that Yi Zhonghai didn't say a word and nodded with satisfaction, feeling that the other party was quite sensible.
He would not directly make things difficult for Yi Zhonghai and ruin their relationship, because when he was completing a task, he might have to rely on the other party.
People with ability will be treated differently even if they are sent to labor camps.
But for the waste Jia Dongxu, he naturally took this opportunity to make an example of him and establish his prestige.
Everyone in the workshop was holding back their laughter and secretly happy about what happened to Jia Dongxu.
As a person who holds back the team, he is naturally unwelcome.
No matter how thick-skinned Jia Dongxu was, he could sense something was amiss. Now that he had lost his protection, it seemed the director was serious about it.
The more anxious he was, the lower his yield rate became.
I roughly estimated that even if I performed exceptionally well in the remaining half month, I would not be able to complete the task.
So Jia Dongxu took advantage of the workshop director's absence and hurried to ask his four fellow apprentices for help.
This was the case in the past. When Jia Dongxu failed to complete the task, Yi Zhonghai would ask other apprentices to help, and he even called it: helping each other is a good quality.
But today, the fellow disciples refused to respond at all, kept making excuses, and were almost turning against each other.
Jia Dongxu looked at Yi Zhonghai again, but still got no response.
He could only return to his workstation with a dejected look on his face, thinking that he would ask his master for help after returning to the courtyard after get off work. Perhaps he was in a bad mood.