The next morning, Zhang Yifu, who was ready to go, held a high-end printing paper full of ink smell, revealing a rare hesitation.

He faced a small choice, a choice that had little impact on the future, but he also knew that a person's reputation and reputation in the circle were all accumulated through these small choices.

Do you really just cross the Qiu Ling and go directly to the factory director?

Whether it is a state-owned enterprise or a private enterprise, doing things above the level is the first of the three taboos, not to mention that a small clerk goes directly to the big factory manager. Everyone understands that doing things above the level is like putting a direct boss out of nothing and taking the credit from his own thigh. It can be said that offending the boss to his family, and being worn with small shoes is inevitable. However, Zhang Yifu obviously doesn't care about this. One is that he is wearing small shoes is a foregone conclusion; the other is that he doesn't care about offending Qiu Ling at all.

Putting aside this appearance, there is actually another disadvantage in doing things beyond the level, that is, the impact on one's reputation. In any case, this is also a forced achievement, which is a very inauthentic thing. Even if the matter is done well, the top leader may remember this guy who uses any means in his heart and be prepared for it in the future. Secondly, when other irrelevant people know about this, they will become hostile, thinking that you are a person who is provoking trouble and may not show it in a short period of time, but from the general trend, everyone will beat up ambitious people and shoot the first bird sooner or later.

So...will Zhang Yifu must follow the formal process to do this?

The so-called formal process is naturally to submit the design drawings to his direct leader Qiu Ling, who will decide whether to do it or not after reviewing them. In this way, if Qiu Ling doesn't do it, Zhang Yifu's efforts will be in vain, and if Qiu Ling does it, the credit will become his. If the direct boss is a good leader, Zhang Yifu can of course contribute. At the same time, a good leader will also think about Zhang Yifu's goodness and share some credit, but Qiu Ling is not this kind of person.

Things like Zhang Shengren only exist occasionally, and he has not yet been as charitable as making wedding dresses for Qiu Ling.

It is the right way to choose the least and slowly build the interpersonal foundation.

It’s still unyielding to do oneself and use his performance to suppress everyone.

Zhang Yifu faced such a contradiction when he did the first thing in the factory.

Just after nine o'clock, Niu Xiaozhuang couldn't wait to push open the door of the information room. Seeing that Zhang Yifu was still in a daze, he pulled him over and urged him: "My dad is here, reading the daily newspaper in the office. Let's hurry up, the weekly regular meeting will be held in a while."

"Well..." Zhang Yifu stood up silently and pinched the drawings. He was still weighing the pros and cons.

"What are you thinking? Hurry up."

Looking at Niu Xiaozhuang's anxious eyes, Zhang Yifu's mind suddenly moved.

Why did I forget that there is a prince around me!

A method that can not only receive credit but also keeps a low profile and does not offend public anger has emerged.

"Brother Niu, I'll leave it to you." Zhang Yifu put the design drawings on Niu Xiaozhuang without hesitation. "You understand the causes and consequences, the drawing process. If you do this, please pretend that I have not participated."

"Ah???" Niu Xiaozhuangda was shocked, "You are sick, you've been busy all night for nothing?"

"We have been working together all night. You have half of the credit for this picture." Zhang Yifu's saint showed his posture, "The factory manager must be happier than seeing me when you saw this."

"Absolutely not! I am not that kind of person?" Niu Xiaozhuang's face immediately became stern, "Yifu, I'm not short of this credit. If you do this, I will tear this picture now!"

"No!" Zhang Yifu cursed Niu Xiaozhuang's honesty in his heart, and began to explain the particulars in his mouth. "If I took the lead in doing this the day before, I would definitely be envied by countless people. Whether it is a technical or a production department, when I see me taking other people's affairs, I will feel a crisis. Maybe even your father will think that I am too ostentatious and high-profile. As for Qiu Ling, I will never sit idly by. If I don't say anything else, I will definitely get my computer away as soon as possible. But if you present this picture, it will be completely different. You are the factory manager and no one dares to do anything about you. You are in the workshop and find that there is something wrong with the oil pipeline, it is reasonable to improve your ideas."

Niu Xiaozhuang had heard Zhang Yifu's analysis and thought for a while before he could figure out the reason. He was half admired and half ashamed. With such a simple truth, why didn't he expect that it might have hurt him by force now.

"Yes...but this is a picture from the computer, and it's too fake to say I did it."

Zhang Yifu grinned and said, "Hehe, when you want to make a picture, I will consult me. I will just help you with this picture. I will naturally not refuse if the factory manager asks for help. Even if Qiu Ling blames me for being in charge of the matter, he can't speak, right?"

"Yes!" Niu Xiaozhuang patted his head hard as if he was enlightened, "That's what I'll take my head and then ask you to design it! Both of us have made contributions, and you have to do it again. No one can blame you for doing things higher than the level of work."

"Materials that can be made." Zhang Yifu deeply believed that Niu Xiaozhuang's simplicity was not because of his lack of brain, but because of this environment, he lacked the opportunity to be a black-blooded middle-aged man, and it would probably not be soft if he was allowed to stay in the officialdom of the 21st century for two years.

"This is a good method." Niu Xiaozhuang was a honest man and immediately said, "My father and I will explain things clearly. Don't look at others with a rough eye and a very vicious vision. We must not hide it from him. As for how to arrange this matter and how to announce it to the outside world, he will decide."

"Sure, go boldly."

"Wait for my news!" Niu Xiaozhuang stopped shirking, so he grabbed the drawings and rushed to his father's office.

Qiu Ling, who had just arrived with his bag, happened to see this scene, and couldn't help frowning, muttering to himself, Zhang Yifu is indeed not a good-looking guy, and he brought the crown prince's life-saving gold medal so quickly...

"The two young boys can't do anything." He snorted and pushed the door into the house by himself.

Going to the lower floor, the factory director's office on the innermost side is welcoming the new sun. Niu Dameng sat leisurely on the chair like every day before, drinking the light tea that had just been brewed, while scanning the power generation daily newspaper the day before to ensure that the production situation is understood.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

There was a hurried knock on the door. Needless to say, the only one who dared to smash my door like this was the kid.

"Enter." Niu Dameng sighed helplessly. His son is good at everything, but he is impatient and he still needs to practice.
Chapter completed!