Chapter 166 Transformation

What a farce, a blatant farce!
I really didn't expect that there would be such a weird character among the old and young.
After sending Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong back to the main hall, Wang Deming looked at Zhang Shouchun and Jin Yuqing who were still hugging each other and suddenly felt a headache.

"Alas," Wang Deming sighed inaudibly and said, "Shouchun, help your cousin first, no, help Yuqing to the east wing."

"Hmm," Jin Yuqing moaned and got up from Zhang Shouchun's arms. With a red face and head lowered, she quickly ran to the east wing.

Zhang Shouchun's eyes widened as he pointed at Wang Deming and angrily said, "Tell me, Wang Deming, have you been thinking of something fishy since the first day my cousin moved in?"

"What's the connection?" Wang Deming said aggrievedly, "I have been against it all day long. It was you who was so kind-hearted that you insisted on keeping your cousin."

"That's right." Zhang Shouchun rolled his eyes slightly, and then warned with a stern face: "But my cousin is staying here, so don't have any bad intentions!"

"Okay, okay!" Wang Deming rubbed his brow with a headache and waved his hand at Zhang Shouchun, "You decide on all the family matters."

"Hmm!" Zhang Shouchun shook his head and left the hall.

Should I buy a house next to the yard and then connect it?
After the money was paid, the goods were received. The Palace Museum and the Ministry of Culture soon followed and started to come to the door. As usual, they declined and requested three times. Zhu Jiajin came first, then Zhang Boju, and finally Mr. Mao Dun made the final decision and issued a letter of commendation.

The national treasure calligraphy and painting in Wang Deming's hands returned to the Forbidden City, where they were taken away by Puyi.

In my previous life, I once watched a man named Yuan talk about history. When it came to the catastrophe of cultural relics, he directly and categorically said that it happened during the rebellion of Tiangang. Ugh!

If Wang Deming did not have a golden finger in this life and dug them out from the land in the Northeast and bought them from the peasant woman in Gai County, these national treasures would either be damaged and disappeared, or collected in major museums in the West.

The culprit is Puyi. We don’t know how so many cultural relics were taken out after Puyi was driven out of the Forbidden City. All of them were registered. Hundreds of boxes! All of them are exquisite!

How can the experts of later generations catch up with Puyi? What he plays with every day are real things, and he knows the best cultural relics and antiques.

Exchanging the calligraphy and paintings in hand for a bunch of real estate is a real fortune!

Of course, it was the Chinese medicine factory that made the fortune, not Wang Deming. He did not dare to throw the title deeds to Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong, and directly asked them to go to the Land Administration Bureau to transfer all the titles to the Chinese medicine factory.

Anyway, they are both famous feudal remnants, so they don't have to worry about having too many lice.

Everything is ready, we are just waiting for the east wind. Now the main members of the Chinese Medicine Association have gone to various places and have not returned yet, so the shops in various places can only be left alone for the time being because we are short of staff.

Every shop must have at least two people, one to do the accounting, now called a cashier, and one to recommend medicines to the people who come to buy medicines, now called a pharmacist. And in order to differentiate from Tong Ren Tang and to find more opportunities for traditional Chinese medicine, there must be a few doctors on duty, right?

It's not just the shops that are short of people, the pharmaceutical factories are also short of people now. Although it's only the middle of April, the number of employees has already exceeded 4.
"Comrade Wang, can we continue like this?"

At No. 18 Qinlao Hutong, Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun, two masters, approached Wang Deming and said worriedly, "With too many people, the work is not done well, but..."

Wang Deming poured tea for the two chefs and sat opposite them. He smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, what else can I do?" Master Jia Yinsheng picked up the teacup and put it down again, saying with a worried look on his face, "There are more than 100 Manchu comrades rushing into our pharmaceutical factory right now. They are incompetent at everything, but they are the best at enjoying themselves."

"Just a few words? They straighten their backs and say that they have shares in the factory and are here to be the boss. If this continues for a long time, it will affect the work enthusiasm of other comrades!"

"That's right!" Master Li Jianxun said with the same worry: "We can't afford to be careless when making medicine. Even a slight mistake will affect the efficacy of the medicine."

"If our medicine doesn't work for the people, it will ruin our reputation. It won't be long before our pharmaceutical factory goes bankrupt!"

"Comrade Cha Kuiyuan didn't do anything about it?"

"Yes! But he can't manage it all by himself!" The two masters said at once: "In addition to the factory in Suzhou Hutong, we now have two more factories, Shangsan Hutong outside Chongwenmen and the grinding factory. Comrade Cha will start working as soon as he arrives, and will disperse as soon as he leaves." "As for us two old guys, can't we manage these people at all?"

Faced with the two emotionally excited masters, Wang Deming turned around and handed them a book as expected. The two of them looked down and saw that it was "Selected Works of Mao Zedong". "This" the two of them looked up at Wang Deming in confusion.

They both had this book, and it should be said that as soon as the book came out, the comrades who got the news rushed to the bookstore to buy it.

Even illiterate workers would at least listen to the three old articles, "In Memory of Norman Bethune", "Serve the People" and "The Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains", under the organization of the trade union.

But they didn’t understand what Wang Deming meant by handing this book to them?
Could it be that they were to give lectures to the Manchu comrades who would come to the factory later, and inspire their enthusiasm for work through lectures and learning?

Facing the doubts of the two masters, Wang Deming smiled and asked, "Master Jia, Master Li, how many party members do we have in our factory now?"

The two were stunned for a moment, looked at each other and answered uncertainly: "It seems not yet."

"We two brothers have actively applied to join the party," the two masters said with shame, "but the organization has not yet agreed."

"How can this be possible?" Wang Deming said righteously, "All the workers in our factory are members of the trade union, even the Manchu comrades are no exception."

“How can the trade unions not be under the leadership of the party?”

"As union representatives of our factory, you two masters have to go to the city for meetings from time to time. You can't just convey your ideas, you also have to know how to ask for work guidance."

"Comrade Deming, what do you mean?"

"The trade union is the mother's home for us workers. Now some of them are slacking off at work and lagging behind in ideology. We have to help them!" Wang Deming pointed to the Selected Works of Mao Zedong and said earnestly, "In addition, you two have to take the initiative to study. The article "On Some Questions about Leadership Methods" in the book explains it very clearly."

“No matter what kind of work we Communists do, there are two methods that we must adopt: one is to combine the general with the particular, and the other is to combine the leadership with the masses. If there is no general and universal call for any work task, it will be impossible to mobilize the broad masses to act.”

"From what you two masters have said about the working attitude of the Manchu comrades, it is obvious that the Manchu comrades have not yet realized the importance of our work in the pharmaceutical factory."

"So," Wang Deming smiled and held up two fingers. "First, we ask the higher-level trade union to send party members to give us guidance. Second, we can also carry out criticism and self-criticism, recall the bitter past and think of the sweet past, and other activities within our factory."

"All comrades must be completely transformed physically and mentally. Labor is glorious, producing Chinese patent medicines for the masses is glorious, and laziness is shameful!"

Wang Deming's long speech excited Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun. "Okay, Comrade Deming, this is a good idea. Let's go to the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions right away!"

"Slow down, two masters, there is one more thing," Wang Deming stopped the two who were rushing out and whispered, "Our factory is developing too fast, and we are short of professional manpower. The masters of Tongrentang, please give us some advice."

"As long as you are willing to come, each family will have a quadrangle courtyard! By the way, the courtyards for both of you have been prepared and you can move in at any time. Ask Comrade Cha Kuiyuan for the specific location."

"Ah!" The two masters were so shocked by the sudden surprise that they were speechless, "This, this!"

Wang Deming patted the two comrades on the shoulders affectionately and said, "This is the advantage of our collective ownership of the pharmaceutical factory. As long as you make great contributions, you will have opportunities in the future."

"Okay, okay, let's go and persuade a few masters!"

Without waiting for the whip to come, the two masters hurriedly went their separate ways, one went to the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions, and the other went to Tongrentang.
As long as you are paid enough overtime pay, I don’t mind working like a horse!

These words suddenly popped up in Wang Deming's mind. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, but soon fell again. He turned his head and looked to the south.

How come two months have passed and the “Rural Doctor’s Handbook” hasn’t been published yet?
Have we encountered any problems again? Should I give Brother Zhao Shouyan a call?

Ugh.
(End of this chapter)