Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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The head of the business section is bloated, with a protruding belly, and trembles slightly when he walks, as if he has a water bag in his clothes.

He came here on a weighted permanent bicycle. The first thing he did when he arrived at the workshop was to wipe his sweat. It had been more than 20 minutes since he came in after changing clothes.

Ding Zhi looked at his watch anxiously, waited for someone in the locker room, pulled him away, and said: "The two said it was screwed, Yang Rui is only an 18-year-old young man, and the son of the secretary of the township party committee, in front of a group of people You can't let go of your face, you can persuade Shang Lei, apologize, and the matter will pass."

The head of the business section panted, and said, "Take a break, tell me how to screw it up."

Ding Zhi kept walking and said: "Let's talk while walking. Yang Rui is busy with production, and he said wait for 30 minutes. Seeing that it is almost the same, don't make any more troubles. Besides, today is a big day for the exhibition. If it is delayed , we all have to eat and hang up."

In just a few words, Ding Zhi made the point clear, which is considered a skill.

"Go slowly, I came here by bicycle." The head of the business section shook his legs twice, thought silently for dozens of seconds, and asked, "What did the two of you say, please tell me in detail."

Yang Rui and Shang Lei only said a few words in total, and Ding Zhi learned it after thinking about it for a while.

The head of the business section tensed up when he heard this, and said, "Shang Lei stood up by himself?"

"Yes."

"Fool! Where is he? I'll slap him to death with the sole of my shoe." The head of the business department was furious. It would be of no benefit to jump out in such a situation where it was obvious that he would kill a chicken.

Ding Zhi could only persuade: "Shang Lei is still young, maybe he has some ideas of showing off, the important thing now is to explain the truth to him, don't let Yang Rui drop the board, it's almost here."

The two passed through a curtain, and saw countless flashing instrument lights, like a sci-fi scene in a movie. Tian Shichang and other workers are all wearing white coats and masks, and they are constantly recording the numbers on the instruments. The WestJet factory is a continuous production workshop. Although manual intervention is inevitable, the frequency is very low.

After Ding Zhi saw it a few times, he was no longer surprised, and the head of the business section involuntarily stopped on the official website for a moment before moving on without saying a word.

Xibao Meat Joint Factory was established in the 1960s. It was known as a first-class meat joint enterprise back then. In fact, the cold storage is relatively large and expensive, and the largest slaughtering workshop is basically not linked to modernization. After staying in the company for a long time, the WestJet pharmaceutical factory has a strong visual impact, needless to say.

Ding Zhi and Chief Shang asked two people before they saw Shang Lei hiding behind the instrument. Ding Zhi couldn't help asking strangely: "Where are the others?"

"Yang Rui rushed to pack up the raw materials." Shang Lei showed a disgusted expression. The raw material of coenzyme Q10 is pig heart muscle, with an average dosage of 3 tons per day.

That's more coal than two boiler rooms, and it would take a big truck to load it.

The tissue mixer is a relatively small piece of equipment. Adding pig heart muscle to the tissue mixer is the most exhausting and dirtiest work in the workshop, and it is no different from the work in the slaughterhouse. It is normal for Shang Lei, who has never worked in a meat factory before, to feel unwell.

The head of the business department snorted and said, "If you don't do the tasks assigned by your superiors, what kind of job are you looking for? When you are at home, you call me every day, complaining that I don't find you a job. Now that I have found one, what are you doing? What are you doing? , which unit can accommodate you?"

Shang Lei beat Xiao Ai's father and obediently said "Oh".

The head of the commercial department nodded his head bitterly, and continued to criticize: "Others don't say anything, why do you stand up and show off? Show that you are not afraid of losing your job? Show that you are not afraid of leaders? Your father, I am afraid of leaders, here you are." Looking for a job, I will humbly look for the factory manager, but you are lucky, you can lose your job on the first day of work."

"Yang Rui gave each worker 50 yuan as a bonus. We were in the office when we were free, so we refused to give any money. We said we would also go to the front line to help, but he refused. I couldn't get angry, so I just said something." Shang Lei struggled One sentence.

The head of the business department couldn't help but slapped him on the back of the head: "Are you stupid? Did you make a mistake when you were asked to sit in the office? He doesn't pay you, so it's useful if you call him? Today is a big day for WestJet Pharmaceuticals. , People from all over the country come to visit, even if Yang Rui drives you off, the factory manager won't say a word, understand? Why can't you come back to tell me at night if there is anything wrong?"

Shang Lei staggered from the beating, but he was also helpless.

After losing his temper, the head of the business department took a breath and said, "Okay, don't put on an air. After a while, you come in with me, apologize to Yang Rui, and apologize well. Then, you can do whatever he asks you to do." What, let's get rid of today's matter first, you know?"

"He pointed at me." Shang Lei said unconvinced.

"He peed all over you, you have to apologize today."

"Why!" Shang Lei was full of dissatisfaction.

"He can dismiss you. You can make it clear. This is a joint venture, not a state-owned enterprise. If people say they won't let you do it, you won't be able to do it. You are arguing at home every day for work, and now you are working , is this bear?" The chief business officer became more and more angry as he spoke, and slapped his son again.

Shang Lei dodged for a while, slapped his ear, and said, "My establishment is from the Xibao Meat Factory. He dismissed me, and I will go to work in the factory."

"There are apprentices in the factory, 24 hours a month, would you like to? Cut flesh and bloodletting every day, smell the smell, would you like to?"

Shang Lei fell silent. Like most young people in this era, Shang Lei was very precocious and didn't like to study. Because of the fights, he was not allowed to go to the factory-run middle school, so he could only go to the sports middle school, so he met some like-minded friends. , hang out on the street every day, waiting for the factory to recruit workers.

During this period of time, what Shang Lei felt most deeply was the lack of money. His father is the head of the labor and management department. From time to time, there will be gifts of cigarettes and alcohol at home, but when it comes to cash, it is still pitifully small.

I came to work at the WestJet Pharmaceuticals factory initially because they had no apprentices, the starting salary was high, and there might be bonuses, and secondly, because of the good reputation of the joint venture factory.

If it is cleared and refunded, let alone the money, it is unbearable to be pointed at by others.

But, apologizing to Yang Rui, who is about the same age? Shang Lei shook his head resolutely: "People have a face, let me apologize to him, there is no way."

The head of the commercial section stopped calling this time, sighed, and said: "If you don't apologize, you can only go back to the meat joint factory. My face is used up, and I got you an establishment. In this life, I will be considered retired." .In the future, you can do whatever you like."

Shang Lei lowered his head and thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe he can dismiss me. The factory belongs to foreigners, not him."

In his heart, Shang Lei knew that Yang Rui might quit him, but he still refused to apologize. If you lose 20 yuan a month, you will lose face from the joint venture company and return to the meat joint factory, but if you apologize to Yang Rui, you will also lose face. At least, being cleared like this, he can still say that it was his own decision, and he would rather die than surrender.

When Ding Zhi saw it, he froze again, and had no choice but to interject, "Xiao Lei, let me ask you a few words, we don't need to do it, just apologize, right? There is no loss at all, and when the year goes by, I'm sure there will be no loss." People remember. At that time, Yang Rui probably won’t be in the pharmaceutical factory anymore, what are you doing with him, it’s not worth it.”

"I apologize, what if he disagrees? Shouldn't it be cleared? Besides, the people in the office have gone to pack up the raw materials, and their bodies are dirtier than the people in the slaughtering workshop. If you want to leave it in the pharmaceutical factory like this, I might as well go to the slaughtering workshop to pay homage to a master, at least after working for a few years, I won't need to be a handyman anymore." Shang Lei said half-arguably.

It is a better way for the children in the factory to pay homage to a good master in the slaughtering workshop. Seeing his son's resolute attitude, the head of the business section asked Ding Zhi in a desolate manner, "I'll go see Yang Rui, where is he?"

Ding Zhi ran to ask someone, and said: "He is going around the workshop, and he is probably at the tissue mixer now."

"Let's go." The head of the business section left his son and strode towards the front of the assembly line. "

Passing through two more curtains, the two came to the tissue mixer at the front, only to hear the rumbling sound of the air conditioner, the rumbling sound of the tissue mixing system, and the rumbling sound of the water purification system...

Ding Zhi accompanied the head of the business section to find Yang Rui, and stood aside to pretend not to hear, and the head of the business section looked for Yang Rui to talk. This chapter was uploaded by netizens of [Township]-[Village]-[Small]-[Speak]-[Net], *Township*Village*Small*Speak*Net* provides free reading\u0026;\u0026;-cun--m【 Remove "-\