Chapter 226: Is it considered working class?

Holding the work assignment notice in his hand, Wang Deming was stunned, completely stunned.
How come I was assigned to the Third Steel Rolling Mill outside Dongzhimen? No, I was told that the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill had more people in mind.

But wasn’t this the Lou Iron Works, which was previously known as Loubancheng?
Why did they change their name after not seeing each other for a few years? Is this a pre-cooperation?

With doubts, Wang Deming rode his bicycle slowly to the Metallurgical Bureau to complete the labor procedures, and then went to Dongzhimen with the documents from the Health Bureau and the Metallurgical Bureau.

At this time, a line of large characters was hung on the battlements of the three-story Dongzhimen Gate Tower with overhanging eaves of 4 to 50 meters in height: Long live the great and unbreakable friendship between the Chinese and Soviet peoples!
In order to ease traffic, a three-fold and three-fold rolled-nail doorway was opened on the wall of Dongzhimen, one for leaving the city and one for entering the city.

At this time, a train passed by the original city wall outside the Dongzhimen Gate Tower. After exiting the gate, a train happened to pass by. A group of people were waiting behind the white and black railings, and there was a car in the middle of the road.

The train warning bells kept ringing "Ding Ding. Ding Ding". A large amount of steam came out after the steam locomotive blew its whistle "Woo Kuci Kuci". It slowly passed through the intersection and stopped after a while.

It is exactly the location of the freight platform of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

After the train stopped, after a while, the conductor in the small house on the side of the road slowly lifted up the railings on both sides of the road.

After the car slowly drove past the railway intersection, it stopped at the gate of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. No one got off the car, and the closed gate was opened by the gatekeeper, who drove straight in.

When Wang Deming arrived at the Red Star Steel Mill, the gatekeeper was closing the gate. Wang Deming stood on one leg, took out the two documents in his bag, shook them at the old man, and shouted, "Uncle, I'm here to report for work!"

The gatekeeper closed the main door slowly, opened the small door on the side, and looked at the two documents with red seals on them back and forth, mainly looking at the seals. Then he returned the documents to Wang Deming, opened the small door, pointed to a row of small bungalows in the factory, and said, "The personnel department is over there, go over by yourself."

Wang Deming did not go in right away. He took out a pack of Mudan cigarettes, popped one out and handed it to the old man, trying to get closer: "Uncle, can I ask you something?"

The janitor was illiterate, but he knew the quality of cigarettes. He smacked his lips and said, "Oh, these are cadres' cigarettes." He took a deep breath under his nose intoxicatedly, then he couldn't bear to smoke and put it between his ears. "Ask me, but I'm a janitor, so I may not know."

"Hey, I'm just curious. Wasn't this Loubancheng's industry before?" Wang Deming pointed at the sign hanging by the gate and asked, "How did it become the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill? Was it socialist transformation in advance, a public-private partnership?"

The gatekeeper shook his head. "I don't know if it's a public-private partnership. It's just that last year, just like the Jianguo Iron and Steel Works outside Xizhimen, it was taken over by Beijing Construction Materials, and then the state has been shipping equipment here to strengthen production."

"Earlier, there were only 150 people in one workshop. Now there are two steel rolling workshops, a machine repair workshop and a welding rod wire drawing workshop, with more than 700 people."

"Oh, thank you."

Wang Deming understood in his heart that we were really poor when we just got liberated. In the past, there was only such a shabby factory and even the township cadres would not even raise their eyelids to look at it. But now, the government has paid attention to it early on, and directly took over to increase investment and expand production.

There's nothing we can do. These days grasshopper legs are still meat. After all, it's industry. No wonder it became a public-private partnership last year.

I pushed my bike into the factory area, which was quite large, about the size of a football field. There were two smoke-emitting factory buildings near the north, both about 100 meters long and 10 meters high, but one was obviously newly built.
On the south side, along Dongzhimenwai Street, there is a row of small bungalows, housing several departments including finance, administration, personnel, security, and supply and marketing.

"Knock, knock!" "Come in."

Wang Deming pushed the door open. There were three tables in the small bungalow. One was against the south wall, and two were side by side in the middle. There were three comrades, one woman and two men. He held up the documents again and said, "Comrade, I am a bone doctor newly assigned to work by the health department and the metallurgical department."

"Oh, you are Comrade Wang Deming, right?" The middle-aged female comrade sitting at a separate table stood up enthusiastically, "I am Yin Mei from the Personnel Department of our factory, you can just call me Sister Yin!"

Sister Yin came out from behind the table and shook hands with Wang Deming enthusiastically, shaking his hand up and down. She smiled and said, "I have been reporting to the Metallurgical Bureau and requesting that they build a clinic for our factory. The comrades in our factory do physical work and are prone to injuries and sprains."

He looked Wang Deming up and down carefully. "I heard from the bureau that the doctor they invited is a bone-setting expert from the palace. Comrade Deming, you look so young!"

Wang Deming replied shyly: "Sister Yin, I have studied with my master Mr. Xia Xiwu for nearly 4 years. I still have confidence in Chinese bone setting and general minor illnesses."

"Haha! Heroes emerge young! Come, I'll register you." Sister Yin pulled Wang Deming to her desk and personally completed the employment procedures for him. As she wrote, she said, "Comrade Deming, according to the opinion given by the Health Bureau, you are already a practicing physician."

"So your current salary is calculated based on that of a senior health technician, about 140 salary points a month, one salary point is about 6 cents, roughly equivalent to: one pound of flour, one pound of cornmeal, one foot of cloth, this is posted by the People's Bank every day."

Wang Deming's eyes were filled with surprise. "So many? This is a lot more than when I was at the Dongsi Orthopedic Clinic!"

"Haha, of course, your rank is higher." Sister Yin explained with a smile: "Your rank is 19th in the administrative post, and the next level is section-level cadres, the same level as me."

Sister Yin suddenly said, "Comrade Deming, according to your information, you just turned 20 this year? Haha, I have a niece."

Wang Deming, sweat dripping from his forehead, quickly interrupted her, "Sister Yin, I'm married!"

"Getting married? So early?" Sister Yin's voice rose two octaves in surprise.

"Yeah." Wang Deming continued to play coy and answered, "We knew each other before, and got married when we reached the right age."

"Oh, that's a pity." Sister Yin's enthusiasm faded visibly. She reached over the table and handed him her work permit. "Here, work permit. Remember to go to the photo studio and take a one-inch photo. Then we'll stamp it for you when you come back."

"The finance department next door can exchange meal tickets. If you don't have money in your pocket, you can get an advance payment, which will be deducted from your salary at the end of the month."

"Yeah, yeah." Wang Deming took the work permit with both hands and sighed in his heart, how did our buddy infiltrate the team of workers inexplicably?

But as a medical worker, am I considered a member of the working class?

　Let's use the Red Star Steel Mill to write about public-private partnership. I don't know if I can continue to write about it. The data comes from the First Steel Mill, which is the Jianguo Steel Mill. Don't always say that there are factories with tens of thousands of people. The factories with tens of thousands of people are Shougang. At that time, it was called Shijingshan Steel Mill.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)