After Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Character in the 1980s, I Trash Them All

Cutting Out the Program

“Zhu Lin, can you see anything?” She suddenly looked up and asked.

“I can see your wound. Don’t cover it with your other hand. It might get infected…”

At this point, Su Hanyan was certain. Just as she thought, her hands had the ability to heal and reduce pain. She was also the only one who could see the blue light emanating from them.

Was this considered a golden finger?

However… by the looks of it, this golden finger did not seem to be of much use to her. Perhaps it would come in handy to her in the future? Who knew, though.

“Okay, I’ll go wrap it up. I’ll leave this to you.” Su Hanyan smiled sweetly and got up to go to the infirmary downstairs.

…

Three days later, Su Dajiang had completely passed the critical period and finally entered the recovery phase.

With someone else keeping her father company, Su Hanyan returned to work without worry. She first went to report to her chief, Niu Hongxia, and canceled her leave before going to her office.

The moment she entered, she saw Jiang Kuo and Lin Qingyu huddling together, discussing near the stove. The fire was burning brightly, and there were a few sweet potatoes roasting on it. The sweet potatoes, which were almost done, emitted a sweet fragrance.

“Aiyo, Hanyan, you’re back?” Lin Qingyu took the initiative to greet her. “Come over quickly; we are discussing the program list!”

“Has it been fixed?” she asked.

“Not yet. We’re discussing it right now.” This female colleague picked up a sweet potato from the stove and handed it to her. “Try it. It’s delicious.”

Lin Qingyu had an eccentric character, and her attitude toward her was usually not good.

She did not know why she was being so welcoming today; did she have a soul swap or something?

Su Hanyan waved her hand and said, “I have gastric issues. I’ll get a heartburn if I eat sweet potatoes.”

“That can’t be helped, then.” Lin Qingyu pushed the program list into her hands. “Take a look. According to our calculations, there can only be a maximum of forty programs at the New Year’s party, but the enthusiasm from the different workshops is insane and they’ve all submitted numerous programs. With that, it exceeded the number of programs we should have. Jiang Kuo and I are discussing how many programs we should cut out.”

She roughly skimmed through and said, “There are indeed quite a lot. Have you two come to a conclusion?”

“We are feeling conflicted. Should we remove the union’s program or should it be the workshop’s program?” asked Lin Qingyu.

Su Hanyan glanced at the program list. The union had three programs. One of them was a chorus, while the other two were solo singers. Of the two singers, one had an accordion accompaniment, whereas the other was a solo performer.

Looking at these two programs, it was clear that they were quite repetitive.

Having just one solo singer program would be enough, so they should keep the dance program of the workshop.

“Let’s remove this, then.” Su Hanyan explained her reasons before inquiring. “What do you guys think?”

“We’ll follow what you say.” Lin Qingyu decisively struck off the program and stood up. “I’ll send the program list to the factory leaders to take a look. After it’s settled, we can inform the different workshops so that they can practice.”

“I’ll go with you.” Jiang Kuo stood up and followed Lin Qingyu out. When he reached the door, he said to Su Hanyan, “It’s time to change the blackboard report today. It’s your turn; don’t forget!”

It was freezing outside. Doing the blackboard report under these conditions would be torturous, but it was her job after all, so she must do it.

After she had roughly planned out the content, she began drawing on the board and wrote about things that would promote safety as well as highlight the importance of production quality.

She had been busy for half the morning, and her legs were aching from standing. Just as she was about to rest, she saw a female worker of the union, Qiao Shasha, storming toward her.

“Su Hanyan, what do you think you’re doing!”