Lin Hua thanked Chunhong and was too hurried. She has been engaged in safety management for more than nine years. Although she has never seen the bloody winds of coal mines or the smoke of chemical plants, I have seen sporadic little people in the manufacturing industry. The accident is dumbfounding but meaningful. The design of life is like a cruel joke. Weakness comes, and weakness walks. Being in the middle allows tiny lives to experience the inevitability of accidents and accidents.
Functional classification of safety shoes
Safety shoes standard
Section Chief Li Bing of the Mine Supply Department was sitting on the shuttle bus rushing back to the company, and Wang Shan, the material custodian of the Section, called his cell phone: "Chief Li, where are you now? Someone is cursing at me. He doesn't listen to how I explain, he has to look for you." "Who is that person, what's the matter?" Li Bing asked. "It's a silly old man, what's his name is Chen Xiong, a retired worker in our mine." Wang Shan replied. "Ah, it's Master Chen, please comfort him first, saying that I will be there soon." Li Bing exhorted.
"If I didn't have this pair of protective shoes, my foot would be useless." On the evening of June 15th, Zhang Mingyi, the driver of the third oil production plant of the Northwest Petroleum Bureau, returned to the dormitory with emotion. "What's the matter?" The roommates hung around and gathered their inquiring gazes. "Look at it. One of the three supporting steel plates on the pointed ends of the labor insurance shoes is broken. If it weren't for the other two to hold on tightly, my foot would be smashed." Zhang Ming handed a shoe that he had just taken off. To everyone, the roommates pressed the safety shoes with their hands, and it was really worthwhile.