Abrasives Man serial novel --Abrasives Man 's story
-----Chapter One -- A child dream 3:
A Boy and Sandpaper
There is a
garden in the working place of his Dad, where located at the front of the workshop
building and the garden planted lots of apple trees . Thus, it is another reason for Xiao why he
like went to the factory of his dad at summer time. Xiao always meet a person
who names Mr.s Zhao qinghe , is a supervisor at the sandpaper workshop . In the
Xiao view, Mr’s Zhao is a nice person when Xiao does not understand what
supervisor is and Xaio just knew Mr.s Zhao is his dad’s master. In fact, Mr.s Zhao is a leader (the level like a senior
manager today ) in the sandpaper workshop who has the rich production
management of experience for abrasive products ,managed approximate over hundred
employee at this workshop. Xiao called Mr.s Zhao for “bobo” that meaning is the
“Uncle”.
There is a very comfortable
sofa at the Uncle Zhao’s office; Xiao likes to sit on the sofa when Xiao went
to Uncle Zhao’s office. Once, Xiao went to factory with his dad and Xiao still went to Uncle Zhao’s office to say hello
for Mr.s Zhao .
“ Good evening Uncle Zhao” Xiao said and standing at the
door of Office . “Oh, Xiao, why
you did not stay at home, instead of come to factory “ Uncle Zhao asked.
Xiao said that “
My mum also working today and Dad too, I afraid stay at home by myself “ Uncle
Zhao laughing and said “coming in sit on the sofa “ . Uncle Zhao asked : “what is
your dram? Xaio” ; Xiao thinking a
moment said ” I want to be a worker to manufacturing
sanding cloth or sandpaper “ ; Actually, Xiao does not know what is sanding cloth
and sandpaper when Xiao answered to Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao continues asked “ Do you know what sanding cloth using for ?”
Xiao said that I know this is grinding for something only. “Yes, it can
grinding and polishing woodworking, furniture and the metal work piece” Uncle
Zhao answered. “Xiao， what is your dream “ Uncle Zhao asked. Xiao
think a moment after he answered “ I want to sell sandpaper to be an excellent
abrasives man” when I grow up . The
calendar was 1984
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