Inspirational novel: My suffering, my university (11)

Inspirational novel: my suffering my university

[After a long time after Hua Jiao’s death, I still think of her from time to time. What did she think about her on the cold concrete floor before she left the world? ......

Working for a job is always the words of blood and tears and hardship. Just in the days when the Spring Festival of 1994 was approaching, there was a very tragic thing around me. There was a working girl in the factory who was too late to work overtime and died in a car accident when she got home!

This unfortunate working girl, Chen Huajiao, is 28 years old and is from the poor southern village of Sichuan. We have worked as a colleague in a group, often laughing and joking together. She works very well, and the monthly work points are the top ones in the workshop. She and her husband who worked as a plasterer have been working in Shanghai for two years. I want to earn some money to go home and build a new tile house. There is also a 6-year-old daughter at home. Seeing that I have to go to school, I have to earn my tuition. In order to make more money, Huajiao worked overtime tonight, and then rode on a bicycle, passing through the black road at the factory gate and going back to her renting house.

It was a moonless night, when it was nearly 11 o'clock, the flower was only factory. In the cold winter, the road is rare, although this is a secondary road, but there is a long section of the factory gate without street lights. On a wide road, there was a car rushing past, leaving a dust and noise.

That night, Huajiao must have been overworked and overwhelmed. The ear has been squeaked by the roar of the sewing machine in the workshop. Otherwise, she will not hear the truck coming from the roaring, it is like a Huge ghosts, the wind wrapped her thin body, and she rolled her car into the fast-moving wheel, and the vehicle ran away in the night...

When someone found Huajiao, she had been lying on the cold concrete floor for more than an hour. The blood from her head had gradually solidified in the cold night wind. She lost all her blood and was cold. Breathing... I found out that her person saw her lying on the road not far from our factory and told the guard. The guards rushed over and saw that Huajiao had been completely unrecognizable, but the red and black cotton coat that she wore in the factory was the female worker in the factory. In the basket of her squashed bicycle, there is a time card lying on it, so people know that the unfortunate woman is named Chen Huajiao.

The 28-year-old Hua Jiao died like this. He died a few days before the arrival of the Spring Festival in 1994. When her relatives stumbled from their hometown, Huajiao was alone in the morgue of Baoshan Hospital. Her 6-year-old daughter and her 60-year-old parents came and cried in the factory. As long as someone took the sugar to the child, the child wiped his tears and licked the sugar with gusto. It was really innocent, and it was so sad. Later, in the factory, he gave a thousand thousand yuan pension to Huajiao’s family. Huajia’s family took the money and took the casket of Huajiao back to Sichuan.

For a long time after Hua Jiao’s death, I often remembered her, remembering her thin face and thin body. What did she think about her on the cold concrete floor before she left the world? ......

In the summer of 1994, I accidentally saw an essay message from the newspaper. "Shanghai Story" and "Labor" jointly held the "Working in Shanghai" essay, I am determined to give it a try. I remembered Huajiao and wrote this article in two nights. At the end of the article, I pointed out the theme of writing this article: Money is important, but life is more valuable. Although we are only humble working girls, we must not overdraw our lives for the temporary economic benefit. Without life, any dreams will be wiped out.

Then, I copied the article workmanship on the square manuscript paper and sent it to the "Working in Shanghai" essay group by registered mail. The next step is hope. My confidence in this article is very great. I feel that I have written the real living conditions of the workers and they are full of truth. I believe that anyone who reads this article will be embarrassed.

Sure enough, my "Hua Jiao" won the first prize. I was informed that I will receive the award at the Shanghai Old Baxian Bridge Hotel. I went on time and took a two-hour car ride. When I got there, I knew that the reviewers of the essays were senior editors or editors of Shanghai Story and Labor Newspaper, as well as well-known writers in Shanghai. Most of the authors of the competition are newspaper reporters or correspondents. The working girl from me who is from the workshop and the road is the only one who is the only one.

This is my first essay award, with a bonus of 200 yuan. Soon after, "Hua Jiao" was published in the "Shanghai Story" magazine. That is, since 1994, my writing career has officially begun. At that time, I liked to read magazines such as "Friends", "Girlfriends" and "Modern Family". The stories of living family life published in those magazines stirred me up, I think: the story that happened in my home is complicated and frustrating. What a good writing material!

After some brewing, I took the courage to write a "Mom, don't cry" with the mother's half-life misfortune, and mailed it to Lin Hua, editor of Modern Family. Two months later, I saw the new issue of "Modern Family" at the newsstand. The headline was my "Mom, don't cry", there are three editions, and the photos of my mother and stepfather are published in the layout. In the middle, the author's signature is "Zhao Meiping." I was so ecstatic, I bought five magazines in one breath, and ran back to my place with joy and joy, read it over and over again, while reading the tears of joy and tears...

Two months later, my other "stepfather, also father" was published in "Modern Family." This is a essay that is beautifully written and very affectionate. Every word is written with tears.

This time, everyone in the factory knows that I will write an article. What I saw from the eyes of women workers was admire, and what I saw from the eyes of Shanghai people was still disdain. But these don't matter, any gaze can't change my passion for writing articles. Have a dream, life is cold!

[Most important, I am gradually recognized by people who have been excluded from me. I used my personality to conquer the people who used to be hostile to me. I used my ability to establish my dignity. 】

But I did not expect that the factory leaders were so impressed with me.

In the fall of 1994, I was transferred to the technical department as a technician. This is a white-collar job that everyone admires. Although it is a bit lacking, I still accepted a new appointment with a hard-headed scalp. I sneaked into the technical office and looked at the Japanese technical materials.

In the garment factory, the technical department is an important central department. All technical and quality requirements are determined by the technicians. The technicians arrange the operation process according to the garment drawings and quality requirements designed by the customer. A little mistake is the responsibility of the technician. Especially for the Japanese, the quality requirements for children's wear are very strict. For example, the plaid fabric, the cross-grid at the seam must be aligned, the difference should not exceed half a millimeter. The position of the button is strictly size, and as the size of the size of the clothing, the spacing of the buttons will be inconsistent, and even the number of buttons is inconsistent. A variety of clothing accessories are even more varied, seeing people dizzy and dazzled. If you accidentally mismatch the accessories, it will lead to a series of problems, not only to rework, but also waste a lot of accessories, and will affect the delivery time.

Just entering the technical department, I am careful, like a thin ice. From the drawings to the samples, each process and every step are carefully checked, and the process flow sheet is carefully written, for fear of a slight mistake. Fortunately, Mr. Ishikawa is very concerned about me. Every day, I go to the technical department to see if I have any questions to ask him. Mr. Qian’s translation is behind him. Every time I ask a question, Mr. Ishikawa will explain it to me with patience and patience. My comprehension is still relatively strong, and I quickly understand the simple Japanese drawings. At that time, the list I was with was the order of the Japanese "Asia Today" company that Kim said before, and the order was transferred through Shanghai Fashion Import and Export Corporation. Kudama Fashion Company is actually a collaboration between Japan, Shanghai Fashion Import and Export Corporation and Yuepu Garment Factory.

At the beginning, as a technician, except for the factory leader, it seems that all people have expressed distrust of me.

When the task is arranged in the workshop and the operation process is explained, the looks and eyes of the team leader and the quality inspector are full of disdain. Some will be on the spot, ask me some questions I didn't expect, or blew on the process flow sheet I made, saying that the process I made is unreasonable, the quality requirements are too strict, or accuse me of calculating the accessories, such as lines and sticks. The liner is not enough and so on. Countless questions came to me with a slap in the face. At first, I explained to them, but I found that the more I explained, the more they retorted, the more they spit, the more they said, the more they said, they knew that they were deliberately harassing me. Before I made the process flow sheet, I personally supervised the master of the proofing room to make two samples and sent them to the Japanese customers. Only after receiving feedback and confirmation from the customers, I arranged the production. Since the master of the proofing room can do it, since it has been confirmed by the customer, it means that the process I made is correct.

Mr. Ishikawa, the Japanese manager, especially appreciated my ability to work. He repeatedly comforted me through translation: "Mika, nothing is more convincing than the actual ability to show. A person who is in a desperate situation, when he is almost impossible to get any When aiding, he will pin his whole and last hope on the advantage of spiritual strength, because the advantage of spiritual strength can make every brave person take care of himself. Believing in yourself is the key to success."

These words have inspired me a lot. Yes, so many hardships have been experienced in the past. What is the point? The embarrassment of others can only prove their incompetence and does not make me lose anything. Suffering is actually the best university, and as long as you don't knock it down, you can make yourself.

After that, in the face of those provocative eyes, I no longer defended, but personally sat on the sewing machine, picked up the semi-finished products that had been cut in the cutting workshop, and personally operated. The three-year sewing line has enabled me to finish each process quite smoothly. Otherwise, I can't be a team leader and I can't be a technician. I used my actual actions to block those vicious mouths and skeptical eyes. Maybe they are still not convinced in their hearts, but they still have to listen to my command. Actual action is more convincing than anything else.

Once, the fabric that the customer came in was a plaid fabric like a skirt worn by a Scottish man, twill. The customer requires that all seams be aligned in a grid and the twill is to the left. Before the fabric was cut, I went to the cutting workshop and personally instructed the cutting staff to spread the grid. When I was spreading, I didn’t know how to have a sixth feeling. Is the customer’s fabric enough? Is there any room for the loss required for the grid? Because according to the convention, all fabrics need to be placed at a loss of three percent. If you need to check the grid, the loss of the plaid fabric is even greater. The larger the grid, the more the loss.

In the past, I would ignore the calculation of fabrics because the customer dispensed the fabric according to the order quantity. But this time, I don't know why, suddenly I want to calculate the fabric enough. Maybe there is a kind of idea in the dark to point me at it. I came to the warehouse and found the fabric data. There was another layer of sweat on the back. The fabric was really problematic - the customer didn't calculate according to the materials needed for the grid, but calculated according to the general marker. So, at least 10% less fabric!

I am afraid that I am wrong, and I have calculated it three times in a row to confirm that I am correct. I quickly stopped the cutting shop and immediately ran to the office to find Mr. Ishikawa to reflect the situation. He was very surprised to hear that in the past we also produced lattice products, but customers never calculated the materials. But when Mr. Ishikawa came to the cutting workshop and personally checked the situation, after checking the actual customer's incoming materials, the sweat on his forehead came out - if I didn't find the situation in time, the cutting workshop was cut. It was only later that the fabric was found to be insufficient, and it was late. If the customer replenishes the fabric, not only may the fabric have a color difference, but it may also delay delivery time. These are fatal problems for customers.

Mr. Ishikawa immediately sent a fax to the Japanese customer, reflecting the lack of fabrics and sending us a copy of the grid. Two hours later, the other party had an echo - we calculated the error, please suspend production. After the fabric is added, cut it again.

This time, I got the praise of Mr. Ishikawa. But I didn't have too much joy. I only felt that there was a feeling of relief. I did what I should do. At the same time, let me understand that whenever and wherever, what work, serious - is the two most important words to pay attention to! In the four years I worked as a technician, the words "seriously" were like two loyal guards, constantly monitoring me, beware of me, not letting me go wrong, not letting me careless.

Gradually the work will be smoothed up. I am an excellent person in the factory almost every year. I am also elected as the secretary of the Communist Youth League branch of the factory. I often participate in migrant workers in the town or in the district. Sometimes I speak as a representative of a migrant worker, sometimes accepting a commendation. I can see my name, and I was slowly recognized by Shanghai. Walking down the street, I also had the feeling of being proud. Most importantly, I was gradually recognized by people who rejected me. I used my personality to conquer the people who used to be hostile to me. I used my ability to establish my dignity.

[In July 1997, I left the garment factory that sprinkled my 7 years of youth and sweat. For seven years, I will never go back. I waved my hand, didn't leave anything, and didn't take anything away. Shanghai Yuepu Town Xiongtian Fashion Co., Ltd., waved and said goodbye to me. I am 27 years old and start from scratch. 】

Time has slowly slipped into 1996. Fresh and unfamiliar vocabulary such as computers, internet, and e-mailers are getting more and more exciting every day. And I am worried about it day after day. I don’t even know 26 English letters. How do I get in touch with these foreign things? Although I write the craft flow craft list every day, I practice the words like a decent, dragon dance, but only these are not enough. I feel more and more lack of knowledge. I feel more and more that I slowly become a dry well. This may be related to his own culture is too low, the accumulation has been slowly consumed, if you do not hurry to enrich yourself, it will soon be eliminated by the era of rapid development.

Panic and worries are getting deeper into my heart day by day. Let me sleep uneasy. I am a person who does not allow myself to fall behind and is uneasy about the status quo. Anyway, I have to make up the books I haven’t been able to read.

I started to ask where I can sign up for the self-study exam. I inquired about several schools and finally chose Fudan University to sign up for the adult self-study exam "News Major". It is expected to take all the courses within two years. I was full of confidence and bought all the textbooks in 12 classes. I spent more than 200 yuan and didn't regret it. I took the pile of books back to my residence, and I read them in a book. "News Overview" I can see that I am dizzy, but very excited. My only concern is that I only graduated from elementary school. Now I can go straight to college and keep up with it. However, I don't think that anything can be considered first in the first place, otherwise there is no confidence. Anyway, let's talk about it first. If you don't do it because you are afraid of failure, you may not even have the hope.

In the first semester, I took four courses in one breath. I am confident that I pass at least two doors. But when I have to go to work, I have to listen to classes, and time has become tense. After getting off work at 5:30 in the afternoon, I rode home and took the book and went to the station. All the way to go all the way. Fudan University is in Wujiaochang, Yangpu District. I live in Yuepu Town, Baoshan District, with a distance of nearly two hours. The school starts at 7:30 in the evening. If it goes well, it just happens to catch up with the class. After class at 9:30 in the evening, I got home by car and it was already 11 o'clock. After going home, I have to organize my notes. I said that self-study is based on rote memorization. When I wash my feet at night, I will endorse my time. Unconsciously, he fell asleep with a book in his hand.

In those few months, it was like this.

The first exam, I did not expect that I only passed a class, is the "News Overview", scored 63 points. There was another class that scored 59 points and did not get a pass. There is a classmate who is uncomfortable for me: "The teacher who scored is really too much, and one point is not helping you." I am very surprised that I did not test it myself. Why did the teacher help me to pull points? However, my heart is still very depressed, only one point difference, we must start all over again. It is no wonder that some people say that taking the road of self-study exams is almost a detachment. But I am still pleased that I have successfully passed the first homework. After all, it is a good start. Even if I only have one class per exam, I can pass two exams twice a year, and I can take it in six years in 12 courses.

What I didn't expect was that at this time, the director of the Shanghai People's Radio Station "Hai Na Bai Chuan" column guide Lu Lanting teacher to find me and invited me to the radio to do a program. It turned out that she knew my story from the teacher Xialian Rong of Xinmin Evening News. It was the first time I did a live show in my life, and my heart was very upset. When I brought my headset and shouted the story of my struggle in Shanghai in the live broadcast room, the telephone of the pilot room kept ringing, and countless wage earners called me to talk to me about the ups and downs of working. It was also the time when Mr. Lu Lanting decided to invite me to be the special guest of the "Hai Na Bai Chuan" column after hearing the live broadcast of me and talking about it.

Since then, every Sunday at 10 am, my voice appeared on the Shanghai People's Broadcasting Station "Haina Baichuan" program on time, and I talked with three or four million migrant workers in Shanghai to discuss life. Since then, my life has been very busy and more abundant. It was this program that made me get to know a lot of "The End of the World" flying under the sky in Shanghai, which also made me more famous in the Shanghai migrant workers. It is especially important to exercise my Mandarin.

Edison once said: Genius is one percent inspiration plus ninety-nine percent of sweat! This is used on me, and it is so appropriate.

1997 was a year of great turn in my life. I have changed jobs.

The idea of ​​job-hopping has been around a year ago. In the six or seven years of the garment factory, there is a one-and-a-half-year assembly line, one-and-a-half-year team leader and three-year technician. There were too many stormy waves in the work, and the huge sense of responsibility fell on the heart like a scale. It was not easy for a while, and the day-to-day feeling of thin ice and cautiousness made people more and more depressed.

I have always believed that there is always a causal statement in the dark.

As early as around 1992, I met the editor of the magazine Shen Gang for contributing to the "Sprout". He helped me to edit and publish a short poem "嫦娥", and we have been connected intermittently since then. Although we have never met, this authentic Shanghainese is very capable of seeing me and is constantly encouraging me. He also suggested in a letter that I quit, saying that my literary talent is good, people are smart, and I can change my creative work. He said that he has a friend who opened an advertising company in Zhabei District. If I want, he can recommend me to do a copy. But I am a little hesitant. The biggest worry is that you can't adapt to the new environment very quickly. Although the clothing company is boring and has a meager income, it is familiar.

It has been a contradiction in those days. This contradictory mood continued until May 1997. My second three-year contract expired. If you renew it, it will be limited to three years. I decided to take this opportunity to quit.

If, as the fortune teller said, I will have the help of the nobles, then Shen Gang is undoubtedly an expensive person in my life. A good chance to come, I am a little off guard.

Later, I realized that the advertising company that his friend said about his friend was actually a partnership with a friend. The advertising company called "Tang Shen Culture Communication Company" has now ranked in the top 20 in more than 3,000 advertising companies in Shanghai.

It was this job-hopping that completely subverted my destiny.

When I decided to resign, the leaders of the garment factory discovered that I was valuable. Mr. Pan and Mr. Ishikawa, who have always been very important to me, took turns to persuade me to stay. As long as I stayed, I would consider giving me a raise and my salary would exceed four digits. And arranged a dormitory for me at the factory. If this temptation comes three months earlier, maybe I will be ecstatic and grateful. But now, it appears too late.

In July 1997, I left the garment factory that sprinkled my 7 years of youthful sweat. For seven years, I will never go back. I waved my hand, didn't leave anything, and didn't take anything away. Shanghai Yuepu Town Xiongtian Fashion Co., Ltd., waved and said goodbye to me. I am 27 years old and start from scratch.