Chapter 227 Who do you think you are?

Seeing that Wang Deming was still standing there after receiving his work permit, Yin Mei, the head of the Personnel Department, asked, "Comrade Deming, the entry procedures have been completed. Do you have anything else to do?"

Wang Deming looked down at his work ID card in astonishment. It was a small foldable red card with the words "Red Star Steel Rolling Mill" printed on it. When he opened it, it showed his handwritten name, gender, and age.
Below that are the place of origin, address, position, service department, service address, date, etc. There is also an empty space for posting a photo.

"Is this the end?" Wang Deming asked.

"It's finished!" Yin Mei pointed at the work permit in Wang Deming's hand, "Isn't it already processed?"

"What I mean is," Wang Deming pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there no labor protection or anything like that?"

"Labor protection? Are you asking about labor safety? It's in the Labor Department next door. Go to the Finance Department to register first, and then go to the Labor Department."

"Uh, okay, thank you."

Wang Deming held the thin work ID card in his hand and walked out of the Personnel Department. He thought Section Chief Yin Mei would accompany him for a walk, but it seems he was being too sentimental.
The Finance Department is next to the Personnel Department. The room is about the same size, but after entering the room, it is divided into two parts by a long counter. There are two female comrades locked in the counter. One is facing the counter, and the other has a separate desk.

Wang Deming knocked on the door and pushed his work ID card to the counter. "Hello, I am Wang Deming, the newly employed doctor. I am here to register with the Finance Department."

The girl behind the counter took it, looked at it, and threw it back, saying in a businesslike manner, "Comrade, your work permit is still missing a one-inch photo. In addition, our Finance Department also needs a one-inch photo. Wait until the Human Resources Department completes the entry procedures for you, and then our Finance Department can help you register."

Wang Deming glanced at the work permit that was thrown back on the counter, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Just because of a one-inch photo, I am not considered employed?"

"Of course," the girl said seriously, "How can you prove it's you if there's no stamp on your work permit? How can our finance department register you if you don't provide a one-inch photo?"

It has indeed been since ancient times.
Wang Deming was so angry that he laughed, "Comrade, without a single inch of photo, I can't prove that I am myself, right?"

The girl slammed the table and stood up, loudly questioning: "Comrade, what's your attitude? We are a formal unit with formal procedures."

Wang Deming looked at the little girl who was like a fighting cock, ignored her, and turned to shout at the middle-aged female comrade sitting at the innermost desk: "Hey, comrade, are you just watching the fun? Are you just watching your subordinates being so bureaucratic?"

"Who are you calling bureaucratic?" The girl's breasts rose and fell violently, and her eyes were wide open with anger.

"Ahem." The round-faced middle-aged woman in the corner finally made a move. She coughed, then slowly turned her head and sternly reprimanded the little girl, "Xiao Du, be careful with your manners."

Just as Wang Deming was stunned, the old woman with a round face did not stand up, but showed what she thought was a friendly smile and said gently: "My young comrade, our Finance Department is the most important department in the factory. It is the most disciplined and we cannot mess up even a penny."

"Wouldn't it be a mess without rules? You should go to the Personnel Department to complete the entry procedures first, and then come to our Finance Department to register."

Wang Deming was completely done pretending. He had thought that since he had been assigned to work in the factory, he would be more low-key. However, he did not expect to be given a cold shoulder on the first day of reporting. He suppressed his anger and asked again, "The HR next door said that after completing the employment registration, you only need to submit a one-inch photo. But it is not allowed in your finance department, so I am not employed, right?"

"Comrade, your work permit does not have a photo or a stamp on it, so it has not yet taken effect. Comrade, I understand how you feel. It is something to be proud of to officially join the workforce and become a member of the working class."

"But, precisely because you are part of the working class, the builders and masters of the country, you must follow the rules."

Well, as soon as he heard the word "but", Wang Deming realized that something was wrong, and it turned out that he was wrong.
The HR department has already handled the employment registration, so shouldn’t the other procedures be smooth sailing? The HR department didn’t mention the one-inch photo issue, and it can be supplemented later, so why does the Finance Department have to bring this up?
Wang Deming was puzzled, but he was not going to continue to waste time with these two people. He sneered twice and said, "Okay, you don't want to do it, right? Then we'll see you later." After saying this, he turned and walked out.

He ignored the arrogant snort from the girl and said, "Take your work permit away."

He did not go to the personnel department next door to talk to Yin Mei, but pushed his bicycle directly to the gate and called out to the gatekeeper, "Uncle, please help open the door."

"What's going on, sir?" The doorman came out of the lobby in confusion, "The formalities were completed so quickly?"

Wang Deming shrugged, "He said he still needs a one-inch photo. I'll come back after I go to the photo studio to take a one-inch photo."

"One-inch photo?" The gatekeeper muttered to himself, and glanced at the row of bungalows in the south. He smacked his lips and said meaningfully, "Well, it's okay, man. I'll just record a few days' wages less. Other things won't be delayed." "Wages?" Wang Deming pondered the gatekeeper's words, and had a guess in his mind. He pushed his bicycle out of the side door and turned back to ask, "Are you from the Finance Department or Lou Bancheng?"

The gatekeeper smiled and said nothing.

"Where is the union?" he asked again.

The gatekeeper was still laughing happily.

Well, there was no need to ask. Wang Deming jumped on his bicycle and rode into the city without looking back, heading to No. 11 Yongkang Hutong. I have to eat one more bowl of shark fin today, otherwise it won’t make up for my wounded heart.

How many years has it been since anyone dared to give me a hard time?
Alexei was drinking with several big Russian men from the embassy in the room with their bare chests. Each of them was eating a roast duck, and there were several empty wine bottles on the ground.

"Hiccup, De, aren't you going to work today? You're off work so soon?" Alexei was so drunk that he forgot the time. He asked a few bears from the embassy, ​​"Have we been drinking for so long?"

"Burp, burp," one of the big red-haired men burped several times, squinting at the clock, "We've been drinking until midnight?" He looked out the window and muttered, "It's still light outside."

"No, it's only noon now. I came back because I had something to do. Come and make room for me." Wang Deming sat down without any hesitation and shouted to the outside of the room: "Master Peng, give me a bowl of shark fin and any other two dishes!"

"Got it!"

The shark fin is ready, Wang Deming tastes it happily, go to work? Go to a crappy job!

At noon in the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, Yin Mei from the Personnel Department had finished her meal and felt a little strange. Why didn't she see the doctor who came to report today? She stopped the nurse from the factory clinic and asked, "Didn't you bring Comrade Wang Deming to have lunch?"

There is only one nurse in the steel rolling mill's clinic now, let's just call her a nurse. If anyone is injured, she will apply some mercurochrome or gentian violet; if anyone has a fever, she will give some analgin, also known as sulfadiazine. As for other things, sorry, please go to the hospital.

"Who?" The young nurse, wearing a coarse grey Lenin suit with two thick braids, asked in confusion.

"Is this the new doctor at your clinic? He's a very young man."

"Didn't see anyone?"

Yin Mei was startled, and just then she saw the cashier girl from the Finance Department coming to get food. She immediately stopped her and asked, "Didn't the new comrade De Ming go to the Finance Department to get his meal ticket?"

The girl held two aluminum lunch boxes and rolled her eyes. "How can we register without an inch-long photo? We have asked him to go to your personnel department to complete the formalities."

what?
Yin Mei almost threw her lunch box at the girl's face. She pointed at her and shouted, "Who gave you the right to block the new employees who have already been processed by our personnel department?"

The cashier girl stood up straight and did not show any weakness. She loudly refuted: "We in the Finance Department also follow the rules! The work permit does not have a photo, and it does not have the factory stamp. Who knows if he came here to get free food and drinks!"

"You!" Yin Mei's face turned pale. "Do you still think this factory is just Boss Lou's business?"

"How dare you, the comrades we applied to the Metallurgical Bureau to be arranged to come in, block the process?"

Lou Bancheng heard the quarrel in the cafeteria hall and came out of the small cafeteria, accompanied by a middle-aged man with a square face.

He asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

　Watching the Paris Olympics made me want to express more through writing novels. How can you compare with my three generations of hard work after more than ten years of study? I really can't have the passion for life and the future like Mr. Wang Zengqi. It's a pity that I can't do it most of the time.
　　Come on, men's gymnastics team!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)