"Please note, please note that today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel's death. At the same time, today is also the Nobel Prize Awards Day..."

The loudspeaker of Xibao Meat Union Factory started shouting at ten o'clock in the morning.

In the workshop, the noisy machine sounds gradually became quiet, but the production lines were suspended.

These were the steps that were determined a few weeks ago. After the workers finished the work at hand, cleaned the workbench, they walked out of the workshop loosely. They had other groups of workers to perform additional maintenance and repairs.

This is basically a holiday routine.

In addition to circular production lines such as steel mills that cannot be stopped, China does not pursue a 7×24-hour production model.

The production line of Xibao Meat Connection Factory is very busy on weekdays, and during festivals, it will take the opportunity to repair it, which not only allows workers to rest, but also allows machines to repair them.

Duan Hua stretched, walked out of the office, nodding and smiling at everyone.

He is not a kind persona in normal times, but today, Comrade Duan Hua is in a good mood and can't even do it if he wants to be flirted with his face.

"Director Duan, congratulations." The chief accountant happened to meet Duan Hua, and a smile surged on Banzheng's face.

"Happy together." Duan Hua was happy.

The chief accountant joked: "The Nobel Prize winner is your nephew, why are we happy together?"

"The Nobel Prize winner is Chinese, this is a big joy." The director next to him grabbed the topic and immediately inserted it in, and smiled at Duan Hua: "Director Duan is so glorious, but we have to be happy."

"I will hold a drink on the weekend and invite everyone to have a drink." Duan Hua did not make any mistakes at all. This was agreed upon long ago. The family would be held in a grand manner, and the people in the factory would also invite them. At that time, everyone should not be taken home, so it would be better to invite everyone in the factory first.

The accountant laughed and said, "It is best to drink wine. Alas, Director Duan's wine is one less, and he will get better in the future. Don't forget us."

"It's a good idea to treat a drink, but there's no question of high success. Yang Rui is Yang Rui, and I am me." Comrade Duan Hua doesn't like to make friends with relationships.

The director just thought he was pretentious and couldn't help but smile: "Just to contact Huarui, you can't keep staying in the Xibao Meat Factory. Let's wait for the good news from above to pass."

"Let's talk about it, I'm a revolutionary brick, moving wherever I need it. But no matter where I go in the future, I will stand on the last shift." Duan Hua said a little more serious.

"Where can you move it, you can only move it up there. From now on, it will be Leader Duan..." The director kept complimenting.

Duan Hua accepted it calmly. He grew up and grew up in a state-owned enterprise. Although he did not pursue the style of a state-owned enterprise, he was quite adaptable.

"Please note, please note that today is December 10, the anniversary of Mr. Nobel's death. At the same time, today is also the Nobel Prize Awards Day. The factory's first canteen, the factory's second canteen and the auditorium are open all day. Everyone is welcome to watch the live broadcast."

The loudspeaker in the factory rang again.

This is the most nostalgic and disgusting thing about state-owned enterprises factories.

On weekdays, the factory's loudspeakers take into account the functions of communication and entertainment. If there are any major and minor matters, they will be played through the loudspeakers. Basically, whether one thing is important or not can be judged by the loudspeakers in the factory. For example, if the leader comes, he will notify him three times when he comes, and he will notify him when he comes, which will basically make a judgment.

During working hours, the speaker will also play music.

In the 1970s and 1980s, there was no such thing as Walkman. When everyone was having lunch and when they were bored, they didn’t have a mobile phone to watch. Entertainment was all based on loudspeakers.

When you work, you play work songs, and when you are resting, you play various minor tunes and folk songs. When you get off work, you can occasionally play the singular sounds. If you are a little more relaxed, you can also order Dan Tianfang's storytelling or Ma Sanli's crosstalk during meal time.

Of course, it is also very annoying when the loudspeaker is annoying.

The people who hate it the most are those who like to sleep in.

In the era when there were no commercial housing, people lived wherever they worked. The tweeter at 7 o'clock in the morning was really not friendly to those who did not need to go to work.

Children who lack sleep are the most annoying to it, but today, children in factory-run middle schools will smile when they hear the loudspeaker.

Of course, they were not happy for the death of Nobel or just the seeds of the auditorium, they were happy for the prosperity of the motherland... and for the day of holiday.

West Fort Town.

Yang Rui's cousin Duan Hang is also decorating the upcoming county-wide study meeting.

Not only him, but all the civil servants in the town were mobilized. Although journalists from the capital had completed the filming and interview work a few days ago, even for themselves, everyone was willing to work for a few days and celebrate Nobel Prize Day as a festival.

"We have the world's number one scientist in Xibao Town." Duan Hang was already drunk without drinking.

After a young man who tried to correct the word "world's number one" was taught a lesson, the people on the streets of the town unified their thoughts. Including the Huo Laosi gang who once occupied the bus station, when talking about Yang Ruilai, they never forgot to add the words "world's number one".

If you offend the town police chief, there will be no good ending, it will be much more serious than the world's number one.

Compared to the lively city of Beijing and Hedong Province, Guang@zhou City is much quieter.

Xu Anqing took a leave and returned home, warm and comfortable home without Yang Rui's name.

Unlike the capital city with a strong political atmosphere, everything in the south at the beginning of reform and opening up was so prosperous that everyone could not concentrate.

Xu Anqing feels that he prefers such a city. At least, in recent times, he prefers to spend more relaxed cities.

At least, wait until the storm of the Nobel Prize has passed.

Staying in the secluded military building, Xu Anqing felt that everything around him was extremely friendly. The cockroaches he hated most when he was a teenager, the moss he hated most when he was a middle school, and the dampness he could never get rid of...

"Mom, I want to eat steamed pork ribs." Xu Anqing shouted, then buried himself in the sofa, and watched the TV comfortably.

In the kitchen, the busy mother Xu was also very happy and said with a smile: "No problem, let's steam the chicken feet together."

"A little more money."

"Okay." Xu's mother wiped her hands with a rag, turned to the waiter's chef, "Same as four portions, give one to Commander Liu and Political Commissar Lan each. Well, make five portions, and give a few other dishes."

"Yes." The chefs in the military compound are naturally also soldiers. They receive allowances from state expenses, making the officers and soldiers satisfied as their top priority. There are many good craftsmen.

Xu Anqing said since childhood that he grew up in a canteen, but in fact it is not wrong, and the small canteen is also in the canteen.

Steaming ribs, steaming chicken feet, and steaming gold belly are Xu Anqing’s three favorite dishes, especially for afternoon tea.

Xu Anqing was full of oil in his mouth, and was so happy that he wanted to resign immediately.

What's good about the Beijing Municipal Committee? It doesn't go well with food, what you do, and people always say something about the two worlds.

In comparison, Guangzhou is so delicious. It eats well, doesn’t have to do anything, and no one is nagging in their ears.

"Xiaoqing is back." Xu's father walked in with his hands behind his back. His military uniform was always straight as if he had just been ironed. In fact, it was indeed...

"Dad." Xu Anqing grabbed the cage with one hand, smiling as if he knew that he was the second in the national college entrance examination.

Father Xu nodded steadily, but couldn't help but smile.

"Stay for a few more days when you come back." Xu's father nodded and asked, "How is the job?"

"Don't be your general when you get home. My son is so tired outside, so you won't help." Xu's mother complained when she entered the door.

"Why didn't I help?" Xu's father felt aggrieved.

"Take off your coat, I'll let you iron it."

“Ironing again tomorrow, there will be activities tonight.”

“What else is there?”

"Tonight, we will present the Nobel Prize winners. Let's watch the TV broadcast together in the military region." Xu's father paused, remembered the words just now, and said, "Xiaoqing is Yang Rui's classmate. Why don't you come to give a speech to the officers, just talk about Yang Rui and others in the school, and you will also look familiar."

Father Xu said a little proud and said, "My son graduated from Peking University. I still have to tell you if I have time."

Xu's mother agreed: "This idea is good, let everyone know each other."

Xu Anqing held the steamer in one hand and chewed the ribs in his mouth, making the cartilage creak.
Chapter completed!