As soon as I went to work after the Spring Festival, the factory began to make a private news, and there was a new spirit on it, saying that it was necessary to increase the reform of state-owned enterprises. Lao Hou, a Nanman, had already gone to the Municipal Industrial Bureau for a meeting.

That afternoon, no one went to work and sat around the security room, talking nonsense, and an uneasy atmosphere enveloped everyone's face.

"I heard that Lao Hou was holding a meeting in the city this time and patted his chest and expressed his intention to continue to take the lead in reform. He proposed a plan to 'smash three iron', which was praised by the city leaders." Fatty Zhang's cheeks shook and said in a muffled voice.

"'Three Irons'... Fuck, what is 'Three Irons'?" Old Master Huang didn't understand this word very well, so he opened his eyes wide and looked at Fatty Zhang.

"I don't quite understand this. It seems that our service experience is nothing counted." Fatty Zhang turned his face and asked Squad Leader Xu, who had just returned from the meeting at the factory, "Old Xu, what did the factory meeting say? What does this mean?"

Squad Leader Xu closed his nostrils and sighed with a sad face: "Director Hou conveyed the spirit of the city meeting. This 'three iron' means that we now have iron rice bowls, iron wages, and iron seats..."

"Second Captain Xu, what did you say? Aren't these all national regulations? Fixed positions, fixed wages, and we are not officials, so what kind of iron seats are there..." I raised my head, put aside the textbook in my hand, and asked in surprise.

"Damn it, what kind of reform is this? Are you trying to mess with us?" Senior Brother Xiao Cai echoed dissatisfiedly after hearing my words.

"Damn old marquis!" Fatty Zhang jumped up and cursed angrily, "If these bastards really smash us to death and the factory is gone, how can he become the factory manager?"

"You Fatty Zhang is just a small plan all day long, and you can't make a turn when encountering big things. You are still worried about the old Hou. He is eager to smash the factory now." Old Master Huang glared at Fatty Zhang angrily, "I understand Lao Hou's 'reform'. It's just tormenting us people and changing us to nothing. They will change themselves better and better, and become richer and richer."

Fatty Zhang might be so angry that he turned his face again, stared at Squad Leader Xu, and asked aggressively: "I don't understand that the schief mill is a country's enterprise and the wealth of the people. If the factory is really gone, how can these thousands of people live? The government will spare him the Nanman? Lao Xu, you are close to the superiors, you should understand the situation. Do you think this is the reason?"

"This..." Squad leader Xu got stuck, his eyes scattered, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"This is not what we want to change. It's all Lao Hou and the others want to change. They are not fools. They can break themselves? Now it is obvious that the public's things have been changed to private pockets. What can we, a young worker, have? Go and fight to the old Hou?" A master took over the words of Fatty Zhang and muttered helplessly.

"I also said that we are the owners of the factory, why are we losing all rights? I really let Lao Hou and the others bully it..." Fatty Zhang's fat face turned red and he kicked the iron tool cabinet.

There was no sound in the room, and the dull echo of the iron cabinet echoed in the room for a long time. My mind was also confused at this moment, and I could no longer read the books in my hand.

That night, Sister Hong got off the middle class and saw that I was not sitting at the table reading as usual, but lying on the bed early and staring at the roof in a daze. She couldn't help but feel very surprised.

"School is about to start next semester, why don't you review your homework?" Sister Hong picked up the basin and prepared to go to the yard to fetch cold water.

"Have you heard about it today?" I looked at her sideways and asked in a daze.

"What did you hear?" Sister Hong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she moved to the door and couldn't stop.

"Old Hou and the others are going to 'smash the three irons'." I angrily lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Oh... he smashed him, we live ours. We have hands and feet, and we are not lazy and sloppy. Even if the cotton mill is really not good, can we still find work and can't eat?" Sister Hong's bright pupils were clear, and she said slowly without any haste. "Wu Ping, we can't control the things in the factory. They will do whatever they want. Now we have two big things. One is that you have to study hard, and the other is to treat Xiaozhuang. You can't be distracted and let Xiaozhuang and us down..."

I felt a little ashamed, lowered my head, and gritted my teeth and responded: "Sister Hong..., I will definitely not let you two down."

A week was spent in a turbulent riots. On Monday morning, the mobilization meeting of "Small Three Irons" was held as scheduled in the theater in the factory. People came here early because it involved the interests of every employee. Except for those who really couldn't leave, almost all the employees of the factory came. We came early, but when we arrived at the theater, there were already no seats inside, so we could only stand in the middle aisle. Because the theater in the factory could only accommodate more than 1,000 people, electricians in the living area temporarily pulled a loudspeaker outside the theater. In front of the house, behind the house, and on both sides of the road, were filled with employees who came to attend the meeting. The arrogant faces, the discussions and even quarrels that came everywhere covered the cheerful singing of the loudspeaker.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the conference began on time. Lao Hou brought a group of merchandise in to the stage of the performance. The meeting was hosted by Xiao Li's uncle and Secretary Li of the factory department. I saw Cui Lao Pa on the rostrum. As the chairman of the trade union, he sat on the edge of the rostrum. His eyes were glistening with white eyes, still revealing a gloomy evil light. Lao Hou, a southern barbarian, first conveyed the spirit of the city meeting, and then began to analyze the dilemma of the stylus. He listed countless existing problems, which were so many that he could almost circle the earth. The final conclusion was: these problems were caused by everyone's stable work, stable wages, and guaranteed life. Because of this, they were not enterprising and had no sense of competition, which caused the difficult situation for the whole audience today.

"So according to your statement, we have stable work and guaranteed life, right?" A sharp female voice sounded first.

"When you were messing around, why didn't we have trouble? Now you have been troubled, and we can't even save our jobs and live our lives. Do you still have to mess around?" A thick throat roared in the audience.

"Don't talk about our 'smashing three irons'. This is the reform plan of our yarn mill. Can it be possible to not 'smashing three irons'? Can the yarn mill develop without reforming the yarn mill? The purpose of 'smashing three irons' is to make everyone live a better life-" Secretary Li was prepared for a long time, and he jumped up in the chaos in the audience, like a red-faced rooster, full of fighting spirit.

"Since you started to struggle, our lives have not been better, and it is getting harder and harder every day. Now that you smash the 'three iron', we will not even have a guarantee of life. Isn't it better not to change it--" The boiling sounds around us rose, drowning Secretary Li's rooster voice.

On the stage, the old man from the South Barbarians and his gang could not sit still, so they stood up and shouted at the bottom of the stage. However, no one was listening to them anymore. I don’t know which one was the first to shout, and suddenly there were a shout inside and outside the venue, and the roar was shocking.

"Oppose 'smashing three irons'!"

"We workers want to have a meal!"

"The workers are the owners of the factory!"

"Half Hou who's been beating until he's a dog!"

"I ask to find out the crime of Lao Hou's trash and destroying the cotton mill!"

The passionate voice echoed inside and outside the theater, and then ran through the loudspeaker through half of the county town. We did not shout and stood quietly. I saw that Cui Laopao did not stand up. He sat quietly in his seat, sweeping at everything in front of him, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

In the few days after the meeting, various rumors were circulating. Some said that our demands had attracted the attention of the county and city, and our interests could be preserved. Some said that the superiors believed that we were just making a fool of ourselves and were fighting against the "smashing the three irons", and decided to take action against us first, and it will start next month. Some people also analyzed that although we only received 60% or 70% of the salary, this is definitely a temporary difficulty. Some masters in the factory said that the country has not let the yarn mill be dismissed for three years of natural disasters. The current life is better than before. How could the yarn mill be closed and the workers have no food to eat? For a time, there were many different opinions, people were panic, and everyone was worried about their future destiny.
Chapter completed!