Niu Hongzhang was indeed quite capable. During this period, he had fought and courted people alike, and he really had won several over. One of them, Bai Shangfeng, had been elected deputy director of the Party Office.
In terms of seniority, this man was not the best candidate. As for ability, Lu Zhizhang could not say for sure either. But since Niu Hongzhang said he was capable, then capable he was! At the very least, he had not been parachuted in, so Ma Zhaoxian did not fiercely oppose it.
Since those above had not allowed Ma Zhaoxian to wield absolute power as the previous Head Factory Director had, Ma Zhaoxian had to cautiously seek a balance with Niu Hongzhang.
If they fought day in and day out, it would inevitably affect the unit's normal production. The main factory had already suffered a grievous loss of vitality and could not withstand any more upheaval.
But if those above parachuted in another trusted subordinate from Niu Hongzhang's former unit, then Niu Hongzhang would clearly have something in mind. Ma Zhaoxian would surely go mad and smash everything to pieces. If you would not let him live well, then no one should expect to live well either.
After the election came the stage of conveying and studying the guiding spirit. The recently concluded Third Plenary Session of the Thirteenth Central Committee had given everyone a clear direction for study. Anyone who had muddled through in a work unit for over a decade could squeeze out a passionate, surging speech.
And even if they could not squeeze one out themselves, could Little Zhang, Little Li, and Little King under them not write one for them?
What? You had no Little Zhang, Little Li, or Little King under you? Then what chance did you have