"Next, the first worker art performance will be sung by the workers and comrades from Hongxing Machinery Factory for everyone. We workers are powerful!"

As the newspaperman finished speaking, the person who had been waiting on the side of the stage was shouting horns and walked onto the stage step by step.

"We workers are powerful!"

As the song rang out, people gradually began to sing.

Then, more sounds came into it, making the whole performance ignite from the beginning, as if this winter was not that cold!

"The comrades sang well, and the spirit of the workers was shown very well!"

The thin old man said to Mr. Huang beside him, and Mr. Huang nodded quickly.

"Yes, this kind of spirit has never been lacking since the beginning of fighting to the present!"

"Well! You should pay attention to this spirit!"

Mr. Huang heard this and Zheng pointed out.

"Chief, don't worry, as long as we can still move, we will definitely be optimistic and there will be no trouble!"

Hearing this, the old man nodded.

The chorus ended soon, and everyone stepped down from the left, but they did not leave, but ran to the front of the stage one by one, found a place to sit down.

This is also a previously arranged one, which not only avoids chaos, but also allows them to watch the performances close to the front row leader, which is a benefit.

As the choir team stepped down, the newspaper officer immediately spoke, "Next, please enjoy the poetry recitation of comrades from the Tianjin TV Factory, "Long live the proletarian revolutionary line of the great leader."

Slap

Soon, a team of men and women wearing TV factory work uniforms came on stage neatly, looking proud.

While the whole team was going on, the crowd in the audience picked up the scorecards on the table.

This is a criterion of judgment adopted by the machinery factory in order to increase persuasion and pursue what everyone likes.

The scorecard contains the names of each program, and the latter is divided into three columns. The first column is the header of the mental outlook, the second column is the content of the performance, the third column is the educational significance, and each of the three columns is the full score of 100 points. Finally, it will be counted and counted by a special scoring team.

Although this novel judgment model cannot allow everyone present to participate, it is more fairer than a few people making a decision.

Especially the leaders from many factories present, although they look down on the rewards, they still hope that their factory will win the honor.

In that case, you will have face as a leader.

Of course, they also found a column of instructions at the bottom of the card, ‘The final right to interpret is owned by the organizer.’

But no one took it seriously.

I just think this is a way of explanation from a machine factory.

Many people write down their thought scores on the first line and then let go.

"Why don't you write?"

I don’t know if it was arranged specifically or in order. Anyway, there is Mr. Wang next to Yang Xiaotao. Since he sat down, Mr. Wang seemed to be unable to sit still. He either chatted with Yang Xiaotao or chatted with Mr. Zhou from the Sixth Machinery Department.

But Mr. Zhou obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.

In the end, I had to talk to Yang Xiaotao.

"Leader, aren't you writing it?"

"Hey, you know why?"

Mr. Wang stared at the front with wide eyes and Yang Xiaotao stared at the front, "Of course, this is a comparison, so there will always be a comparison."

"Tsk tsk, you still have a vision, not like some people, and have never seen the world."

Mr. Zhou heard that his face was shaking and tilted his head.

Yang Xiaotao was convinced by Mr. Wang's mouth. Didn't he pull himself to his broken boat? So he looked at the person who put down the paper and pen not far away, "Hehe, leader, I saw that the leader wrote it too."

Cough cough cough

Now it was Mr. Wang's turn to cough constantly, "That's nothing, I choked on my saliva."

Mr. Zhou, who was beside him, immediately smiled when he saw the corner of his eyes.

"Old Wang, it's better to say less of your mouth."

Cough cough cough

Mr. Wang blushed, stopped talking, and focused on watching the show.

After a while of preparation, the performance began.

The sound rang on the stage and continued to spread across the world through the loudspeaker.

People sit on stools and listen with relish. Although most of them are big and rough, the simple words in it, especially the words quoted by the great leader, made many people nod continuously.

Of course, many of them have memorized Xiaohong's book, so they can also understand the meaning of poetry recitation.

The shows pass one by one, and time passes quietly.

Investigation Office, Director's Office.

Wang Guohua put down the pen in his hand, covered the pen cap, then stretched his body and moved his body to soothe his spirit.

He was in his hand with information about Yangjiazhuang, and a lot of the data was circled out by him.

And the biggest one is the population.

With the establishment of the farm, because it is responsible for the breeding of Yangcun No. 1, the public surplus grain of the farm population is exempted, and the annual good varieties can be exchanged for the corresponding grain.

It is precisely because of this that people from nearby villages are willing to marry their daughter.

At least my daughter became a farmer and her parents' family can help her if she has difficulties.

In this case, the young man in Yangjiazhuang easily found a wife and made a significant contribution to the population growth of the farm.

According to Wang Guohua's calculations, the population of Yangjiazhuang has now doubled, and this value will increase.

This is nothing else, but the increase in population will only consume more food from the country.

Therefore, he planned to restrict or cancel the Yangjia Village policy of exempting public surplus grain.

If you believe that this will happen, your life in Yangjiazhuang will plummet.

Secondly, when the Academy of Agricultural Sciences chose to set up a farm in Yangjiazhuang, it may not have been considered because of Yang Xiaotao.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been called Yangcun No. 1.

But now, the breeding work in the northwest has begun, and the Academy of Agricultural Sciences has established breeding bases in the Northeast and North China. In this way, the existence of Yangjiazhuang is no longer meaningful.

Therefore, the second step is to cancel the farm and return to the original.

I believe that after completing these two steps, it will be equivalent to breaking Yang Xiaotao's arm.

After getting up, Wang Guohua walked to the chef and took out the coffee sent by Team Leader Zhang. It is said that this is coffee beans imported from abroad and then made by hand grinding, retaining the original taste of the coffee.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Guohua didn’t like drinking this thing at first, but later, perhaps it was led by Team Leader Zhang, or perhaps it was better than boiled water, so he gradually fell in love with it.

Moreover, every time he drinks this, he feels that if he eats the pain in his mouth, others will suffer less.

It is precisely this kind of spirit that endures hardship for the people. I can’t do it. Who can put it into hell? It makes him want to make a drink when he is fine.

Take a spoonful of coffee from the jar, and there are a few large unmilled particles in the gray-brown powder.

Wang Guohua has become accustomed to this.

Putting it in the quilt, Wang Guohua got up and went to get the kettle on the ground.

But as soon as I picked it up, I felt that there was not much water inside. Then I remembered that today was New Year's Day, and he had a vacation for his subordinates, and only a few people were still guarding him.

So he walked out of the door with a kettle and headed to the stove to prepare for water.

Just after Wang Guohua left the office, a light green shadow slowly emerged.

At this time, he ignored Mr. Wang's chatter and issued an order to Xiaowei.

Not long after, Xiaowei's clone began to fall into the coffee cup, and at the same time, buried several pieces of wood similar to the grains of coffee beans in it.

These small wood dots look similar to wood chips, but in fact their density is higher than that of ordinary wood. Even if they are soaked in water, they will not float to the water surface. At most, they will be in a suspended state.

This is what Xiaowei's clone did on the table during this period.

Compress, compress again.

When it breaks out, it will kill people.

After finishing all this, Xiaowei's clone sank into the table again and disappeared.

Crouch

The door was pushed open, and Wang Guohua walked back with a thermos, looked at the paper and pen on the table, and there was no trace of movement, and then he felt relieved.

Pick up the thermos and add boiling water to the cup.

In an instant, a bitter breath spread throughout the office.

After a little cold, Wang Guohua took the cup and came to the window and looked out the window.

Then, I drank the coffee one by one and finally drank the last little brown liquid in the bowl, and saw the bottom of the cup, and then sat back to the original place.
To be continued...