Hang it vertically again!

(Baonghean) - The director pushed open the door to the traditional room.

The man in charge, who had been dozing off, woke up with a start. It's rare for the boss to come here. It must be something important.

"Are you Tấm? No? Tấm or Tấn, it doesn't matter," the boss said, glancing around and frowning. "Why is the traditional room so empty? Where are the certificates and awards? It's almost the 50th anniversary of the factory's founding. You guys are so irresponsible. Those old, moldy certificates from way back when are still on display? Has the factory been closed for years, not doing any work? What will we say to visitors when they come? What are you in charge of anyway? Those rats in the traditional room?"

After being severely scolded, the supervisor, his face flushed with anger, tried to explain:

- Sir, it's true that for the past few years, our factory has been facing difficulties and has consistently lagged behind others, receiving no awards or recognition.

The boss didn't know what to say, stood there thinking for a moment, then asked:

- So, the factory's performing arts team just went to the city's folk singing competition and didn't win any medals or awards?

- Reporting to you, sir, I've met with the team captain. Only a few girls won Silver Medals, the rest of the team only received certificates of participation. How about we borrow the certificates and hang them up?

- You said some girls won medals, right? Gold, silver, bronze, whatever. Tell them to bring them to the museum. Without the factory supporting and educating them, they wouldn't have the smooth singing voices to be recognized and rewarded. That achievement belongs to everyone. Before, the cooperative even borrowed pigs from its members for exhibitions.

The boy in charge suddenly brightened up:

- You're absolutely right. I didn't think of that. Just recently, some kids from the neighborhood won a football competition, I think it was an honorable mention, and they even received certificates of merit. Could we bring them back to the village's tradition room to hang up?

"Why not?" the boss suddenly noticed the production chart. The arrow was pointing downwards as if it wanted to burrow into the ground. He shouted, "Why is it hung like that?"

The guy in charge stood there dumbfounded, not understanding:

- Yes, it's true that our factory hasn't met its targets for the past few years. The arrow keeps pointing downwards. Maybe we should keep it a secret, sir.

The boss thought for a moment and then said:

- Just hang it up. A factory can't function without a production chart. But hang it vertically, with the arrow pointing upwards. It'll look more impressive.

The boy in charge gaped as if he were about to cry.

Quynh Tho