From the History of the Republic of China to Raising Children in the 1970s

62

"Hello everyone, let's start the class now. This class will mainly talk about international etiquette..."

The one-day course kicked off like this. All the people who came to participate in this training were cadres, so they naturally knew the discipline. No one would slack off or whisper to each other. Everyone was concentrating on the class. Almost everyone had a notebook in their hands, writing and drawing non-stop.

A day and a half was not very long, and these people did not have much time to communicate or get closer to each other. Soon it was time to leave. The train would take about a day and a night to reach S City, so the province arranged sleeper cars for them.

"Secretary Chu, we are here." Li Chengye was tall and long-legged. He quickly found the car they were going to by carrying his and Secretary Chu's luggage. There were three of them on one side, with three upper, middle and lower berths, which was quite convenient. However, the people on the other side had not come in yet, so Li Chengye helped Secretary Chu put away their luggage, and then went to the top berth.

The space in the carriage was too small, and it was not easy to squeeze six people in to stand inside, so he decided not to take up space. Master Qian had the same idea as him, and returned to his own berth in the middle. Although he and Secretary Chu had been eating and living together these days, and their relationship seemed to have become much closer, he still had to be careful about the degree.

Just as the three of them had packed up, another person came in, and they all looked familiar, but Li Chengye didn't know them. This time, there were nearly 70 to 80 people in Country Y, including the team leader and translator and some staff members. The team was relatively large, so it was normal not to know each other.

The leader was a short and fat old man with gray hair. The most eye-catching thing was his big earlobes. When he smiled at people, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha, which made people feel very kind.

As soon as the old man came in, he smiled warmly at Li Chengye and the others, "Hey, hello! We are destined to sleep in the same room. Which factory are you from?"

He sat in the lower shop opposite Secretary Chu. The other two quickly packed up their things and returned to their own shops. It seems that the three of them are also from the same factory.

"Hey, Director Lei, hello, we are from Menjiang County Steel Plant. I didn't expect to live in the same carriage with you this time." Secretary Chu would not refuse such a conversation. Besides, the man in front of him was the famous Director Lei, and he certainly knew him. Director Lei of the provincial capital machinery factory was famous throughout the country, managing a machinery factory with tens of thousands of people. Almost one-third of the steel in their steel plant was supplied there.

"Oh, you know me!" Director Lei obviously underestimated his own fame, and was a little surprised to see that Secretary Chu actually knew him.

"Of course, who doesn't know you? I met you before when I went to the provincial capital machinery factory to study."

"Oh, really, then it's fate. Your steel factory is the bread and butter of our machinery factory. I heard that you are going there to purchase equipment this time? How about it? Can you double your production next year and supply more raw materials to our machinery factory?" When he heard that Secretary Chu was from the steel factory, Director Lei wanted to talk even more. The machinery factory currently has two major difficulties in production, one is technical equipment, and the other is raw materials.

Since the founding of the country, the country's steel production has been in short supply. In order to produce more steel in the past few years, many places have smelted iron pots, iron shovels, iron hoe heads and other things, but unfortunately it is still not enough. This time he met a man from a steel factory, so he naturally wanted to do something good for their factory.