During the chat, time flew by and came to eight o'clock in the morning.
The factory gate was boiling with excitement, and workers rushed in like fish floating in the water.
The security officers also stood up and prepared to check the workers' documents.
Li Weidong followed them out of the penthouse.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard a voice behind him.
"Wei Zi, I went to your house this morning to call you to work, but no one answered after knocking for a long time. I dare you to leave me alone here."
When Silly Zhu was far away, he waved to him and said hello.
"I have to report today, so I left a little early." Li Weidong said.
"Stop talking, remember to come to the second cafeteria for lunch. My brother will bring you more food then."
Silly Zhu wanted to chat a few more words, but when he saw Qin Huairu standing not far away waving to him, he hurriedly ran over and followed Qin Huairu.
"Sister Qin, is something wrong?"
"I really want to thank you for the briquettes thing yesterday. Banggeng spent the whole night praising his silly uncle for doing such a good thing!"
"Hehe, isn't this a piece of cake?"
...
I don’t know if Shazhu bought briquettes for He Yuyu.
The little girl is already as thin as a piece of bamboo. If she gets sick and loses a few ounces of flesh, will the wind blow her away in the winter?
Li Weidong withdrew his gaze, diffused another circle of smoke, and said goodbye to Section Chief Zhang and others who were busy at work.
"Weidong, wait a moment."
Section Chief Zhang looked at Silly Zhu who was walking away, returned the ID in his hand to the worker, walked over and asked in a low voice: "Do you know that silly cook just now?"
"We live in the same compound, and we have a good relationship." Li Weidong nodded.
Section Chief Zhang said solemnly: "Just tell him a little bit. It's okay to bring leftovers, but if he dares to carry out the supplies from the kitchen, even if he is the second uncle of the factory director and I catch him, I will still make him look good." .”
After thinking for a moment, he looked at the busy security officers and whispered: "Tell that fool, if you want to be a cook for the rest of your life, just carry leftovers!"
It seems that Silly Zhu carrying a net bag all day has attracted the attention of the security department.
And according to Zhang Ke, the reason why Shazhu has not even been a team leader for so many years has something to do with him carrying leftovers.
——I think so. These days, supplies are scarce, the food in the canteen is low in oil and water, and the clear soup is not very hungry.
Work in a steel rolling mill is strenuous and the workers leave no leftovers.
The only source of leftover food is the food left over when the factory leaders entertain distinguished guests.
Silly Zhu carries those vegetables and swaggers through the factory every time, which is equivalent to "slapping" the factory leader's face.
Workers eat bran and choke on vegetables, while leaders eat hot and spicy food?
Don’t even look at who the real owner of the factory is!
It stands to reason that Shazhu was appreciated by the boss and Director Yang in the early stage, and later cooked for Deputy Director Li. He was a proper protagonist template, but if it had been replaced by someone else, he would have taken off long ago.
As a result, Shazhu never even became a group leader in his life, because he didn't pay much attention to the influence of the masses and was too poor at being a good person.
Who dares to reuse such a person even if he carries any leftovers home?
If you get into trouble, don't you just cause trouble for yourself.
Li Weidong nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, I will supervise him for you and vow to fight against the behavior of harvesting wool from factories."
"..."
"Uncle Zhang, goodbye."
"...Goodbye, come and play more when you have time."
Section Chief Zhang waved his hands and stared closely at the burly figure, murmuring to himself: "What a good boy, but looking at his back, do you think he looks so familiar?"
...
The fleet is located in the southeast corner of the rolling mill and is an independent compound.
There are more than a dozen trucks parked on the pitted cement floor of the yard.
At this time, the pale golden sunlight fell down, giving the truck a light golden color.
The majestic and ferocious truck front, powerful wheels, and wide body of the truck.
This thing is a land monster!
By the way, there are also those two shiny car lights, which really make people want to touch them.
Smooth and delicate.
The truck is the driver's lifeblood, brother and wife. Li Weidong walked to the side and took a closer look.
After just two glances, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.
Could this thing be a truck?
There were more than a dozen trucks but not a single one was found intact.
Most of the cars had bullet holes on their fronts; the front windshields were in tatters; the bottoms of the doors were rusty; the wooden bodies were also dilapidated, and some of the wooden rails had been broken and were screwed on with wires. Together.
There are even some trucks whose fronts are a few centimeters smaller than the width of the truck body. They are obviously two trucks pieced together.
When Li Weidong saw Russian characters on the front of the car, Japanese characters on the frame of the truck body, and Chinese characters on the beams of the site, he was immediately ashamed that he had underestimated the wisdom of the working people of this era.
This damn thing is made of three cars.
"Hey, are you Comrade Li? How is our truck? Is it in good condition?"
There was a crisp sound from behind, and Li Weidong kicked his foot hard on the ground and slid out from under the car.
First, I saw two slender thighs, then a firm peach, and finally a delicate face peeking out from between the two peaks.
Hiss, this posture seems a little wrong.
The girl also realized this and took two steps back, her face turning red with embarrassment.
Li Weidong got up and realized that the little girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old.
The black machine oil stains on the collar of the blue and black work clothes made her little face look even fairer.
Thinking of what happened just now, Li Weidong was frightened for a while.
Whenever this girl yells at the top of her lungs, the security officers who were sitting and chatting together will rush over.
Seeing Li Weidong's silence, the girl thought he was angry, so she smiled and said, "It was my fault just now. I saw you checking the truck and standing so close."
The girl puffed out her chest and stretched out her little hand: "Comrade Li, I am the young driver of the team, Niu Meng."
I shook it gently, and it was quite soft.
However, does the team still have a female driver?
Li Weidong looked Niu Meng up and down.
He has an upright appearance and a tall figure, which is quite suitable for sitting in an office.
Driving a truck? She was so malnourished and her little arms were as thin as shovel handles. How could she twist the steering wheel?
It's just the first time you meet someone, so it's never easy to question someone else's business ability.
Li Weidong smiled and said: "I'm new here, my surname is Li..."
"I know your surname is Li, Ma Liu. The drivers of the team are waiting for you in the lounge."
Niu Meng didn't wait for him to finish speaking and walked towards a low house nearby.
This girl is still very impatient.
Li Weidong folded the oilcloth that had been spread under the car and put it into the car.
Then he straightened his collar and strode towards the team lounge.
Niu Meng helped him open the cotton curtain, holding the curtain with one hand and making a gesture of invitation.
This move made Li Weidong feel warm in his heart.
The team is indeed a loving group and cares so much about our new comrades.
The team lounge was already crowded with drivers. There were not enough stools, and some of them were sitting on the window sill.
The moment Li Weidong entered, the chatting drivers suddenly fell silent and all turned their attention to him.
Li Weidong was a little embarrassed.
He was just here to report, but now that he was the center of attention, it really made him feel uncomfortable.
He originally wanted to find an open space to squat there.
But as soon as he took a step forward and walked back, Niu Meng behind him said in confusion:
"Comrade Li, you went up to give a lecture. Why did you think of sitting down?"
"Lecture? I want to give a lecture?" Li Weidong looked stunned.
"If you don't tell me, who will?" Niu Meng's little face also showed a surprised expression.
New drivers who join the fleet, what do they need to know about trucks?
Since when did the team have this kind of rule?
Why didn't dad mention it?
Also, my father is a boring gourd. He doesn't say a word when he gets home and doesn't mention work at all.
...
Thinking that this was the team's practice, Li Weidong could only bite the bullet and walk in front of everyone.
Looking into twenty or thirty pairs of eyes full of expectation, he pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke.
"My knowledge of trucks is relatively shallow, and I made some mistakes. I hope you can forgive me."
"Snap, snap, snap!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunderous applause. Some veteran drivers even put cigarettes in their mouths and freed their hands to applaud.
Niu Meng's little hands turned red.
This warm atmosphere made Li Weidong couldn't help but wonder if Golden Finger had hidden attributes.
Damn it, do I have the air of a domineering king?
He couldn't help but complain in his heart.
