When Zhang Tan returned to Baijia Village a few days ago, the village chief came to visit and wanted to report his work in person. However, there was not much time at that time and the location and time were not suitable, so the village chief just said something very simple.
Done.
When I came to the tea factory this time, one of the steps was to listen to the village chief’s report on the tea factory’s work this year.
Zhang Tan actually knew the situation in the tea factory very well, but in order to reassure the village chief and understand it in more detail, he agreed to this arrangement.
The day-to-day management of the tea factory is handled by the village chief, but he is only one of several deputy directors and is equivalent to the big housekeeper of the tea factory.
There are several deputy directors in the tea factory, some are responsible for marketing, some are responsible for research and development, some are responsible for quality control, etc. These tasks cannot be done by the village head.
Especially the tea factory's finances, which are Zhang Tan's direct relatives and report to Zhang Tan alone.
Therefore, Zhang Tan had a clear understanding of the tea factory's operating conditions, especially its financial situation.
Although he lives far away in Pujiang and does not visit the tea factory several times a year, he is very familiar with the situation in the tea factory.
The village chief has the lowest academic qualifications among the deputy factory directors, and even the lowest academic qualifications among the managers.
He may have a sense of crisis, so he must report to Zhang Tan diligently.
However, his report did not blindly praise himself, but was very objective and practical.
After all, the village chief is not in the professional world, nor is he in the officialdom. There is no such thing as seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages in the workplace.
Zhang Tan found his report quite interesting.
Although the village chief is not a professional manager, he manages the tea factory in a complete way. After all, he is the village chief. After all, he has been in charge of more than a thousand people in Baijia Village for so many years.
Moreover, it is his management style that is able to manage the tea factory employees obediently. The people in the nearby villages are not so easy to manage. It is not that they are disobedient, but that they have their own way.
We generally have low academic qualifications and are locals. We all have our own habits in terms of lifestyle and so on. We really can't use the same way of managing the workplace in the city. It won't work.
The village chief's report ended in ten minutes. After that, Zhang Tan asked a few questions. After the two communicated for a while, it was considered over.
Zhang Tan once again thanked the village chief for his work. He was very reassured by the village chief, who was even the most reassuring among the senior management of the tea factory.
"This is what I should do. Our tea factory has solved the employment problems of many people nearby. Everyone is very grateful to you." The village chief smiled. He looked at Dunzi who was also sitting in the conference room and said, "
For example, Dunzi's father will stay at the tea factory to work after the Chinese New Year and will not leave."
Dunzi, who had always been naive, couldn't help but smile when he heard this, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart.
Everyone chatted for a while and was about to get up and leave the conference room. At this time, Xiaobai raised his hand to express that he had questions to ask.
The village chief sat back and asked: "Little Huahua, what's your problem?"
The word "little flower" made Xi'er secretly laugh, while Xiaobai, who was sitting at the conference table and could barely see his head, looked up at his little aunt in surprise. It was the first time he heard the name "little flower".
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Xiaobai glared at Xi'er who was snickering, and then asked the village chief what the thing on the big screen was.
The village chief smiled and said: "It's called PPT. Xiao Wang in the office made it for me."
Xiaobai was a little curious about this.
In fact, she should have seen this kind of PPT screening. In kindergarten and elementary school, sometimes teachers will use ppt to make courseware.
But she has never seen such a fancy PPT. Xiao Wang in the office is so good at it.
The group of people left the conference room, and an employee brought a pair of couplets over. The village chief said to Zhang Tan, "Now you can put up Spring Festival couplets at the gate."
Spring couplets have been posted in the office building of the tea factory and lanterns have been hung up, but the Spring Festival couplets have not been posted on the gate of the tea factory yet, waiting for Zhang Tan to come in person.
Everyone came to watch and cheer. Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Tan climbed up the ladder, unfolded the horizontal strip, and posted it on the lintel of the gate.
I saw in the horizontal section that it read: The Voice of Spring.
"GuluGulu, what is the word for it?"
Xiao Xiaobai is diligent and eager to learn, and wants to know these three words.
Zhang Tan continued to paste the couplet, and the couplet naturally hung down, unfolding a row of golden characters on the couplet: When the industry meets peace, it will be famous all over the world.
Soon, the second line was also unfolded, and it read: Tea is in the prosperous age, and the fragrance floats across Jiuzhou.
There was warm applause at the scene, and a staff member carried a roll out and placed it at the gate, preparing to set off firecrackers to celebrate.
Everyone avoided them one after another. Xiao Xiaobai ran away in a panic. He knew that firecrackers were scary, but after running a certain distance, he stopped and looked at the gate curiously, fearing and wanting to see it.
Xiaobai was thinking about this little friend and came back to find her, "Xiaobai, run a little further."
Xiao Xiaobai pointed to the firecrackers outside, meaning he wanted to see the firecrackers set off.
"Go a little further and look."
Xiaobai brought her to Xi'er and Dunzi, who stood far away, waiting to set off firecrackers.
"It's time to let go, cover your ears quickly." Xiaobai shouted and covered his ears first. Seeing this, Xi'er and Dunzi also quickly covered their ears.
Only Xiaobai stared stupidly into the distance without covering his little ears.
Xiaobai quickly covered her little ears from behind, and the next second, the loud sound of firecrackers rang out.
Although he was prepared, Xiao Xiaobai still shivered.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, Zhang Tan followed the village chief to visit the tea factory. Tan Jin'er wanted to go with him, but seeing that several children did not follow, he also stayed and called the children to the office building.
go.
But no one was willing to leave, they were all watching the firecrackers go off.
At noon, I stayed in the tea factory for lunch, which was a working meal, and then left after finishing the meal.
The village chief did not go with them, but said he had to take care of some things and would go home later.
In fact, he didn't want to squeeze in the car with the children anymore, for fear of making Xiaobai cry.
Xi'er was very worried when she heard that he would not go back with her. She repeatedly told the village chief not to ride a motorcycle without a helmet, as it was very dangerous.
The village chief repeatedly promised that he would abide by traffic rules, so Xi'er felt relieved and went home.
The children have very good memories. They still remember that the village chief parked his motorcycle on the roadside when they came. So when they went back, they kept observing the motorcycles on the roadside. As a result, the car had returned to Baijia Village, but it was nowhere to be seen.
To the village chief's motorcycle.
"Will it be stolen?" Xi'er asked worriedly.
She felt that if the village chief's motorcycle was stolen, then she would bear some responsibility because she was the one who forced the village chief to get off the motorcycle and get into the car.
Tan Jin'er comforted her and said that the village chief must have arranged for someone to ride the motorcycle home and it would not be stolen.
Baijiacun is so remote that few people come from outside.
But Xi'er was very worried and called the village chief specifically.
"Village Chief, Village Chief, no good, your motorcycle is missing."
As soon as the call was connected, Xi'er said in a panic.
The village chief was stunned for a moment.
Xi'er continued: "Your motorcycle parked on the roadside has disappeared. Has it been stolen?"
The village chief suddenly understood and said: "It was not stolen. I asked my son to ride him home."
"ah?"
"Ride home."
"Oh, why didn't you tell me earlier? I was so worried."
