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The Darkest Quality Control
墨書 Inktalez
Boss Xu was ill, and as a mid-level manager, I went to the hospital to visit him, only to find my old classmate Xu Huairen in the ward.
We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, all very formal. The boss mentioned that he needed treatment in Mo City, and that all affairs of Jimei Color Printing would be managed by Xu Huairen. In the TV drama " hiding," the head of the Tianjin station of the Secret Service, Wu Jingzhong, said: "Personnel is politics!"
Xu Huairen chaired the first management meeting and announced a series of personnel changes: Lao Cao, the factory office director, was reassigned as the chairman of the labor union; the production section chief became the director of logistics; both the finance and procurement section chiefs were replaced; and the quality inspection section chief was suspended without pay, awaiting a discussion with the new personnel department manager…
I was that unfortunate quality inspection section chief. The newly appointed management team consisted mostly of recent graduates: starting with bachelor's degrees, some even held master's degrees. The personnel department manager was a Young Matron from a 211 university, reportedly holding dual bachelor's degrees in law and human resource management.
"Close the door."
Upon seeing me enter, Young Matron disdainfully crossed her legs, clad in black stockings: "According to the company's latest strategic deployment, we will complete personnel changes for major management positions within a month. After discussions at the general manager's office meeting, it has been decided to terminate your position as Quality Inspection Department manager and dissolve your employment relationship with us. From this day forward, you have no ties to this company."
I was stunned.
Five years ago, after graduating from a vocational school and preparing to attend a college for further studies, my relative Boss Xu persuaded my mother: "Sister-in-law, it's good enough for her to graduate from vocational school. Let Qiu Ying come work for me; besides salary, I'll provide food and housing. What good is going to university these days? It costs money and doesn't guarantee a job..."
My mother agreed.
What was the factory like?
Aside from the roaring machines, the printing workshop was filled with the smell of gasoline from mixing inks; the hot stamping workshop was clouded with dust; and paper scraps flew around in the Die Cutting workshop. I had worked as a quality inspector across various processes and had deep insights into it all. Later, as a quality inspection section chief, I had to move between several workshops frequently.
Food provided?
The staff cafeteria served communal meals, with costs borne by us.
Housing provided?
An employee dormitory shared by eight people required payment for accommodation.
To be fair, an 8000 yuan salary in Dangyang, this underdeveloped prefecture-level city, seemed decent at first glance. However, when you did the math: we worked twelve-hour shifts—either from seven in the morning to seven in the evening or from seven in the evening to seven in the morning—there were no weekends…
In recent years, due to a poor economic environment, although our working hours were long and arduous, most employees came from rural backgrounds. Being able to find work close to home made it bearable for them to endure.
Three years ago, I made a friend; two years ago, I got married. I had planned to wait two more years before having children, but a month ago, my husband and I had a passionate encounter without any precautions, and unexpectedly, I became pregnant.
I had also intended to resign because the workshop environment was not conducive to fetal development. However, resigning and being ruthlessly dismissed are two different matters entirely.
I have worked diligently here for five years, and issues related to quality control have always been promptly identified and resolved by the team I lead.
Xu Huairen, how could you treat me like this?
Xiao Xu and that Young Matron from the HR department are truly disgusting. The way that woman pouted her lips and looked down at me with disdain has become a nightmare: “Sister Jiang, you’re only two years older than me, yet you dress so frumpily every day. Your education level is probably only equivalent to high school, right? There’s a saying: ‘A new emperor brings in new ministers.’ Now that Xiao Xu is in charge, you should see that the new management team consists of elites like me!
Today happens to be the end of the month; your salary will be paid out next month. I've arranged for someone to pack your things; they’re at the security desk. Don’t forget to take them when you leave!”
Is this what elites look like?
Xiao Xu pushed the door open without even glancing my way, looking utterly impatient: “Hurry up and let her go. What’s taking so long?”
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