50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 156 Meeting

In addition to food allowances, he also prepared holiday benefits for every soldier in the park.

They had not been able to enjoy this benefit before, because they were not part of the kindergarten's staff, but the military. They were sent by the higher-ups to guard the kindergarten and did not even receive their salary from the kindergarten.

Now, Sun Zhiwei wants to change this situation. It is definitely unrealistic to want them all to retire. Since they are not members of the army, their superiors will not be at ease.

However, there is no need to be stingy with daily welfare benefits. He plans to let the guard platoon receive benefits according to the standards of kindergarten teachers in the future.

He planned to complete this plan as soon as possible. Currently, he had the final say in the kindergarten, but that might not be the case in the future, as the kindergarten was still short of a secretary.

The previous two principals were also in charge of the branch, so he might not have such treatment.

The document that appointed him as the director last time did not mention the appointment of secretary. He didn't know what the higher-ups were thinking. He couldn't ask yet and could only wait for the result.

After giving new orders to the guards, he went directly to the logistics department to find his aunt.

"Auntie, are you there?"

"Director."

"Auntie, please don't call me Zhiwei. Otherwise, I don't know how to speak."

"Haha, okay, I'll listen to you."

"Aunt, the situation outside is complicated right now, you know."

"Well, it's a bit messy."

"It will get even more chaotic in the future, that's what I think. The security work of the park depends on the guard platoon, but they are not part of our park's organization and are not under our control."

"It's hard to get along with people just by giving them orders. I want to include them in the park's welfare system. Do you think that's a problem?"

"I agree with this, but we have to consider the consumption of the park."

"If it's our own welfare arrangements, it's fine. However, if it's supplies allocated by higher-ups, there's a quota. The guard platoon isn't included in that quota, so how are we going to get the missing supplies?"

"Auntie, this is what I think. After all, the benefits allocated by the higher authorities are only a minority. Most of them are benefits arranged by our garden ourselves."

"If the supplies distributed by higher authorities are insufficient, we can divide them equally, so that everyone gets a little less, but everyone gets enough."

"As for the shortfall, the garden will compensate with something else. Do you think this approach is feasible?"

"Yes, our material reserves are sufficient." In fact, the aunt is also concerned about the issue of fairness. As long as everyone is treated equally, no one will complain whether there is more or less.

The logistics department also has to process a batch of supplies every once in a while. Some things have a shelf life and need to be disposed of when they are about to expire.

The so-called disposal of expired materials does not mean throwing them directly into the trash can, but distributing them to employees as benefits or prizes before they expire.

Of course, you can't say this to the outside world, the inside world, your superiors, or your subordinates. Just find a reasonable reason to issue it, and there's no need to mention the shelf life or anything like that.

"Auntie, do you have anything you need to get rid of recently?"

"I have a batch of rice that has been stored for two years. It is not suitable for feeding the children anymore. I am thinking about what to do with it."

"how many?"

"It weighs more than 1200 kilograms."

"Then give each of you 10 kilograms of rice. Distribute it after get off work today. Didn't I ask the guards to enjoy the same treatment? I promised it today, so I'll make it happen today. Let them be happy too."

"Oh, right? Don't we have some apples left? They've been sitting there for over a week, and the kids don't like them. So, why not give each of them two apples? Just giving out rice is too shabby."

"Apple is fine, but are we sending it today? What's the reason? It's not a festival." "If you want a reason, what's today?"

"number 15."

"The 15th, the 15th, the 15th is 'commemorating the 21st anniversary of the surrender of the Japanese army', yes, that's the reason."

The old aunt thought back to the time, and it was indeed the 15th. Well, this reason is quite legitimate, no wonder the old headmaster always said that Xiao Sun's brain turned quickly.

Sun Zhiwei suddenly thought of an anniversary to distribute the gifts. Of course, it couldn't be just a verbal commemoration, so he asked his aunt to find someone to hang two banners at the main gate and the small auditorium.

Then I went to the teachers' offices and asked a few idle young teachers to write a few commemorative articles, which were required to be more than 500 words and completed before leaving get off work.

During lunch, all teachers and staff received a notice: a general meeting would be held in the small auditorium one hour before get off work ended.

Since he took office, he never arranges meetings after get off work, and always holds them during work hours.

When Sun Zhiwei convened a meeting for the first time, everyone gave him face.

At 4 o'clock, except for a few teachers who stayed to look after the children and two guards at the door, everyone else gathered in the small auditorium.

A banner reading "A grand meeting to commemorate the 21st anniversary of the surrender of Xiaozi and recall the bitterness and sweetness of the past" has been hung on the stage of the auditorium.

At the beginning of the meeting, Sun Zhiwei tapped the microphone, coughed and tested the sound, but the shrill beeping drowned out everyone's voices.

"The meeting has started. Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. I'll say a few words first." Everyone applauded and welcomed him.

Sun Zhiwei first talked about the content of today's meeting, then recalled the difficult revolutionary years, and finally encouraged everyone to keep their original aspirations in mind and work hard to build a new China.

After that, the representatives gave speeches, and the young teachers who had written the manuscripts took turns to go on stage and read the manuscripts.

“Dear leaders, teachers and comrades, we…”

It was almost an hour after everyone finished reading their speeches before Sun Zhiwei returned to the stage to make a summary speech.

"The comrades' reflections just now were heartfelt and deeply moving. Our stable life is hard-earned. We need to commemorate the difficult times and look forward to a bright future."

"To commemorate this special day this year, the garden prepared a small gift for everyone: 10 kilograms of rice and 1 kilogram of apples for each person."

"Wow!" There was thunderous applause in the venue.

Everyone praised: "The director is a good leader." "The director has worked hard."

"It's hindsight, get out of here."

"By the way, thank you all for your hard work in writing the speeches. I'll ask Auntie to give you all an extra apple."

"Everyone go out and ask Auntie to collect it. Each team leader should remember to collect it for the teachers and comrades on duty. After they have collected it, we can go home and adjourn the meeting."

Everyone dispersed, Sun Zhiwei calmly cleaned the table, then slowly left the venue with the teacup and documents.

When we got outside the venue, the aunt had set up a table not far away to distribute gifts. One gift had already been distributed to each person, so each person got a bag and didn't have to choose.

Apples nowadays are not big, there are six or seven in one jin. The people who spoke each took an extra one in their hands, and they were so happy.

When Sun Zhiwei walked over, he had almost received all the food. Seeing him coming, his aunt also took a bag and handed it to him.

He moved the teacup to his right hand, freed his left hand to take the bag, said hello to his aunt, and walked towards the dormitory.

(End of this chapter)