Inside the studio. Falling Chen Xueru looked at the small bed in the inner room, then looked at Li Weidong, and was frightened to the outside of Xizhimen.
Sleeping... This Director Li looks like an upright person with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
Why are you like those people with oily heads, pink faces, and belly full of fat? Although Chen Xueru has been married twice, her skin is delicate and fair, her appearance is good, and her figure is not out of shape. She is fat where she should be and thin where she should be.
She is a bit more feminine than those little girls. Some people with bad intentions like this and hang around her butt all day long. There are even many people in high positions among them who say that as long as Chen Xueru is good to them, can get their care.
Chen Xueru was deprived of her family property by two husbands in succession and had to raise her son. It was the most difficult time in her life, otherwise she would not have borrowed money from her old enemy Xu Huizhen.
But. She resolutely picked up the broom and drove those people out. She is an ambitious woman who cannot stand a man she does not like, nor can she accept trading her body for a future.
Could it be that Li Weidong gave him such a large order just to coerce himself into being nice to him? You underestimate me, Chen Xueru, too!
Even if I, Chen Xueru, die of poverty or starvation, I cannot bear the coercion of others! Chen Xueru's face changed with various expressions, and finally she bit her lip and stared at Li Weidong sharply.
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"You..." She was about to speak, but was interrupted by Li Weidong.
"You are not allowed to work overtime in the future. If I find out next time, I will have no choice but to take back the order."
"You should rest quickly. I will bring you food at noon and then continue working in the afternoon." After Li Weidong said that, he strode out of the studio and walked towards the motorcade.
Just kidding, Chen Xueru was really desperate for her life and dared to work for twelve hours straight. In case of sudden death in the studio, Li Weidong would not be able to escape the blame, and he might be labeled a black-hearted capitalist.
In this era, when employees are squeezed like this, they must be prepared to be hung on a telephone pole. Li Weidong does not yet have this awareness.
.....It wasn't until Li Weidong's footsteps disappeared into the distance that Chen Xueru in the room woke up. Her little face suddenly turned red like a monkey's butt, and she covered her face in shame.
It turns out that he is interested in you... Chen Xueru, Chen Xueru, how could you misunderstand me?
An indescribable emotion welled up in Chen Xueru's heart. Ever since Zhui was a child, others had always treated her as a strong woman. No one had ever cared about whether she was hungry or sleepy.
Li Weidong not only brought her breakfast, but was also afraid that she would not get a good rest, so he specifically allowed her to sleep in his bed.
Chen Xueru lay on the quilt and smelled the good smell emanating from the quilt. She felt more peaceful than ever before and slowly fell into sleep.
.....The morning at the steel rolling mill is busy. The air was filled with the roar of steam engines and the clang of forging presses.
From time to time there are hurried employees passing by on the road. It seems that if you delay for a minute, you may fall behind in the annual output evaluation at the end of the year.
Li Weidong looked particularly leisurely. He walked out with his hands behind his back and wandered to the truck fleet of the steel rolling mill.
Most of the trucks parked had already set off. Li Weidong looked around and saw that Shan Xiaolin's truck was not there either, so he prepared to return to the workshop.
After taking only two steps, I heard a loud noise coming from the repair shop. problem occurs! Li Weidong didn't have time to think about it and rushed to the workshop. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a burst of rapid shouting from inside.
"Come on, help, Xiao Zhou is trapped under the truck." Li Weidong rushed into the workshop and saw a truck tilting and hitting the ground. A human leg stretched out from the bottom of the truck. The human leg twitched from time to time. , the pants on his legs were smashed, and blood flowed down the torn pants.
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"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou, are you okay..." Han Zhizhi was there lifting the truck. She gritted her teeth and the veins in her neck were twitching. She exhausted all her strength and the truck, which weighed two tons, moved slightly. Han Zhizhi saw This is even more desperate.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!..." A hoarse cry came from her throat. Her hands were cut by the edge of the truck, and blood oozed out. Unfortunately for her this time, she could not lift the truck with one person's strength. , even if she tried her best.
Han Zhizhi could no longer hold on, and the truck began to slowly fall back. It was foreseeable that Xiao Zhou's legs would be injured twice once it fell again.
"Han Zhizhi, you can't lift it up, Xiao Zhou's legs will definitely be ruined if you do this!" Li Weidong rushed over, picked up a jack, shook it violently, and withstood the side of the truck.
"Ah, there's a jack..." Han Zhizhi looked at his bloody hand and the jack, feeling a little confused for a moment.
At this time, the team leader Niu Yong rushed in with his people. He ignored the greetings with Li Weidong, lay down on the ground, crawled forward, and entered the truck.
Seeing Xiao Zhou lying there motionless, Niu Yong was shocked.
"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou!" he called twice. Seeing that Xiao Zhou didn't respond, Niu Yong put his fingers under Xiao Zhou's nose.
He felt the hot breath exhaled by Xiao Zhou, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and shouted outside: "Xiao Zhou fainted. Someone come in and carry Xiao Zhou out with me."
"I'll do it!" The drivers behind him were about to take action. Li Weidong took off his woolen tunic suit and quickly got under the car.
Zhui Niuyong saw Li Weidong stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "We have to be careful and move him out slowly."
"Yes." Li Weidong was very strong and worked with Niu Yong. It took him five minutes to lift Xiao Zhou out of the truck.
Niu Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead with his oily hands, leaving a black oil stain on it.
"The situation is serious. The conditions of the medical clinic are not good. We have to send him to the hospital quickly." Uncle Bai stepped forward and nodded heavily: "Captain, I'll go and send him! My truck just came back and he can be picked up without cranking the truck." on fire."
"Okay. Come, let's lift it together."
"Wait." Just when the drivers bent down to lift Xiao Zhou up, Li Weidong frowned, pointed at Xiao Zhou's legs and said, "You can see the bones from here, which means Xiao Zhou His calf may be broken, and any movement now may cause secondary damage to his calf."
"What should we do?" Niu Yong's eyes widened: "Do we have a stretcher?"
"If there is no stretcher, we can make one!" Li Weidong pointed to the two wooden doors of the repair shop and said, "Isn't that a stretcher?"
"Yes, yes, I'm really busy!" Niu Yong patted his forehead, pointed at a few drivers and said, "Quickly, take off the door." The red paint on the wooden door was mottled, revealing the brown background. , it seems to be a few years old, but the quality is very good. The two people held it and shook it for a while, but they were unable to shake the wooden door out of the door axis.
"Get out of your way!" Zhui Niuyong became anxious, rushed over and kicked the door, only to hear
With a "click", the door shaft broke and the wooden door fell to the ground. The drivers' eyes widened, and Li Weidong couldn't help but swallow and spit. In ancient times, this guy was a fierce general.
Niu Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped, pointed at the wooden door and said: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and take Xiao Zhou up and take him to the hospital." With the cooperation of the drivers, Xiao Zhou was placed on the door panel. After carrying it to the truck, Uncle Bai climbed into the cab, stepped on the accelerator, and a puff of black smoke came out of the butt of the truck and sped away.
Watching the truck disappear around the corner, Niu Yong turned pale and squatted on the ground.
"Captain, what's wrong with you?" Li Weidong stepped forward and felt that something was wrong with him. He reached out and touched his forehead and felt a burning sensation.
"Captain, you have a fever, Han Zhizhi, hurry up and send the captain to the infirmary." Zhui Niuyong stretched out his arm to push away Li Weidong's hand, struggled to stand up on the ground, and said with wide eyes: "What infirmary are you going to? In this situation, I still have the heart to see a doctor." He turned to look at Han Zhizhi: "Xiao Han, I have metamizole in my drawer, bring it to me." Good and low-priced, it has quickly become the first choice for Chinese people to reduce fever]
"Ouch." Han Zhizhi quickly brought a piece of Anagin and a glass of enamel hot water. Niu Yong swallowed the pills the size of his fingertip into his mouth, drank an enamel jar of hot water, and looked a little better.
He walked into the workshop with a gloomy expression, looked at the collapsed truck and the blood stains on the ground, and murmured to himself: "If Xiao Zhou has something wrong with him, how can I explain it to the master?" Master?
Xiao Zhou's father is the captain's master? Li Weidong winked at Han Zhizhi.
"Ah?" Han Zhizhi looked confused. Wink again.
"Brother Wei Dong, are there bugs in your eyes?" Han Zhizhi glared. Li Weidong: "..." Niu Yong turned to look at Li Weidong and said with a wry smile: "Xiao Zhou's father was the previous captain of our convoy. He died gloriously during a transportation mission. I have been following him since I joined the convoy. His old man. Before he left, he asked me to take good care of Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou is timid, dull, and has poor driving skills. I was afraid that something might happen to him, so I specially transferred him to the repair shop. Unexpectedly, he still... ..." Niu Yong's words silenced the drivers in the repair shop.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Chui Han Zhizhi laughed, walked up to Niu Yong and said.
"Captain, this has nothing to do with you. Xiao Zhou is an unlucky guy. He was lying under the car to repair the car last month. I called him, and he raised his head blankly and smashed his head..." Sure enough, it was. Unlucky enough...but something seems wrong.
Li Weidong walked to the collapsed truck and saw a jack falling next to it. Based on the calculation of the length of the jack pulled out and the friction marks on the side of the truck, Xiao Zhou probably accidentally touched the jack when he was repairing the truck at the bottom of the truck. The jack was not pushed to the correct position. Under the action of external force, There was a slide, so the truck collapsed.
In this accident, Xiao Zhou bears most of the responsibility. As a veteran truck repairman, he often needs to use a jack. How could he make such a stupid mistake?
It just fell. According to Murphy's Law, anything that can go wrong will definitely go wrong. The originally infinitely small probability will inevitably occur in an infinite number of activities.
Take this accident as an example. The jack was in the wrong position. For a master like Xiao Zhou, the probability was infinitesimally small.
But as long as he uses the jack often enough, he will make mistakes. unless. If you don’t use a jack, the chance of making a mistake goes to zero.
However, if a jack is not used to repair a car with a broken wheel, how do you jack up the truck to gain space for repair?
I'm confused! Li Weidong slapped his forehead suddenly and shook his head with a wry smile. In the 4S shop in the previous life, there was a device for lifting cars called a lift, which could lift the truck without using a jack.
It's just that in this day and age, it's a troublesome thing to build a lift. Li Weidong thought of what his predecessor's father did when he was repairing cars on the battlefield in the north.
The environment on the battlefield was harsh, with enemy planes roaring overhead and trucks laden with equipment. Risking the risk of being discovered by enemy planes, they dug a trench in the hard, frozen ground.
Then the truck drove up to the ditch and hid in the ditch to repair the car. Digging a trench.... This method is much simpler and has the same effect.
Seeing Li Weidong wandering around the truck and touching his chin from time to time, Niu Yong was a little curious and stepped forward and asked.
"Weidong, what did you find?" Li Weidong recounted what he had just thought.
"Okay, this is a good idea!" Niu Yong thought for a moment, then his eyes widened and he clapped his thighs excitedly.
Zhui Han Zhizhi also came over and asked in surprise: "So, we don't have to lie under the car to repair the car anymore?" She has a thick body, and every time she climbs under the car, she has to use a lot of strength.
Moreover, there are stains of engine oil everywhere on the ground, and it is inevitable that it will get on your body. As a girl, how can we not love to be clean?
Li Weidong nodded: "The height of the trench is at least one and a half meters. Car repairmen can enter by bending down." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhizhi slapped him hard on the shoulder with a palm as big as a cattail fan.
"You little brat, it's a shame you were transferred from the truck fleet."
"....Silly Zhu's family, please be gentle." Li Weidong grinned and pulled her hand down. Zhui Niuyong couldn't wait any longer and immediately arranged for several repairmen to pick up shovels and start digging trenches.
In this era, most of the floors inside the house were made of yellow soil. Only residents in their homes were willing to use blue bricks to pave the floor. Of course, the floor of the repair shop was also made of yellow soil.
The excavation work was carried out very quickly. It only took less than half an hour for everyone to dig a trench.
The ground trench is designed according to the size of the truck, about 10 meters long and 2 meters wide. After the trench was dug, Niu Yong couldn't wait to have the truck come over and have a try.
Li Weidong waved his hand: "Wait a moment, the soil here is not compacted and reinforced, it will easily collapse."
"..." Niu Yong picked up the soil and looked at it. When he saw that it was exactly what Li Weidong said, he scratched his head and said, "Cut bricks in it?"
"Just bricks are not enough, we also need cement." Li Weidong said: "Ground trenches are related to the life safety of repairmen, so we must not be careless." In this era, the output of cement was very small and it was a controlled substance. Residents in the capital renovated their houses. , mostly lime is used.
