Just when Li Weidong was thinking about how to find cement, Niu Yong smiled disapprovingly: "Well, isn't there a lot of cement in the cement factory?"
Han Zhizhi pouted: "The cement factory has cement, but you need cement tickets. Last month, my uncle's house was repaired, but it took a lot of effort to get some cement tickets."
Han Zhizhi's uncle was the one who entrusted Li Weidong to send Li Yunlong to the northeast. There was a lot of energy in the capital. He had to travel around to use cement. It can be seen that cement is indeed difficult to get. Li Weidong has already begun to think about how to use lime. Replace cement.
I saw Niu Yong raising his head and laughing loudly: "Han Zhizhi, although our drivers may not have as much salary as our leaders and our level is not as high as our leaders, when it comes to making things, they are far inferior to us."
"I remember that the driver named Liu was from the cement factory. His truck fell into a ditch on the road last time. Shan Xiaolin, who was passing by, helped him pull the truck out."
"Now it's time for him to return the favor."
With that said, he turned back to the office, took out a phone book, found the cement factory team's phone number in it, and shook the phone to call.
"Who?"
"I am the old man from the steel rolling mill and cement factory."
"Uh-huh. Brother Niu, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I just wanted to ask if your driver named Liu is healed?"
"Liu Chao, he has been discharged from the hospital now. Fortunately, your comrades passed by, otherwise even if he saved his life, he would still be disabled."
"As long as it's okay, I have a little problem here."
"Hey, Brother Niu, you said, as long as we can do it, we will never shirk it."
"That's right, we want it"
Niu Yong covered the microphone and looked up at Li Weidong: "How many bags of cement do you need?"
"One ton, maybe. The extra one can just repair the crushed floor in our parking lot." Li Weidong said with a smile.
Niu Yong nodded, let go of his hand, and said into the microphone: "Old Wang, our truck fleet needs two tons of cement."
"Two tons, no problem. Should you send someone to pull it, or should I deliver it to you?" The other party agreed without hesitation.
"Of course we sent someone to rescue him. When we are free, we two brothers will find a place to have a drink. Hang up, I still have something to do."
After receiving the cement, Niu Yong hung up the phone without further ado.
Li Weidong looked stunned.
Two tons of cement, even if you are the director of the logistics department, you have to go through a lot of trouble to get it.
But Niu Yong settled it with a phone call.
This may be the so-called crab has its own way, and the shrimp has its own way.
Seeing Li Weidong's expression, Niu Yong may have thought that he felt that he had overreported the quantity, so he deliberately reminded: "Human feelings should be used once and less once, so once you want to use it, you have to do it in one step. We will use the excess cement." You can lend it to the Logistics Department. If our team needs something in the future, the Logistics Department will have to return the favor to us."
Li Weidong couldn't help but look at Niu Yong.
Among the cliques in the steel rolling mill, Niu Yong's ability to become the captain of the team shows that he has quite a bit of skill.
Seeing Li Weidong's expression moved, Niu Yong understood what he meant, laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Of course, I'm just doing this in a small way, and I can't get on the stage."
"Then what is the great road?" Li Weidong asked diligently.
Niu Yong was stunned for a moment and looked at Li Weidong with complicated eyes: "You don't know?"
Seeing that Li Weidong was still a little confused, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sure enough, people who take the high road often don't know that they are already on the high road."
The Riddler really hated it. Li Weidong cursed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it for Niu Yong.
Niu Yong took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "You are taking the high road, using your own ability to change something, so as to get attention from above. This kind of attention can avoid a lot of trouble for you. You gain power that no one else has."
"Those of us who follow the narrow path must always be careful not to accidentally end up on the wrong path."
"It's different for people like you who take the broad road. As long as you keep moving forward along the broad road, you will definitely get everything you need."
Although Niu Yong said it very cryptically, Li Weidong still understood it somewhat, nodded and said, "Thanks for the tip."
"Hey, what are you talking about! How am I qualified to mention you, Director Li." Niu Yong said something sour with a smile, and then looked at Li Weidong: "How about it, after being the workshop director for so long, my hands are itchy. Really? Why don't you go to the cement factory and do the work of hauling cement?"
"No problem! To be honest, sitting in the office, I really miss being in the team."
Li Weidong had nothing to do and wanted to drive around, so he agreed immediately.
"You drive the car to the cement factory's convoy, and Captain Wang will naturally make arrangements with you. By the way, cement is a heavy object, so let Han Zhizhi follow her, she is very strong."
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Asking a lesbian to move cement, well, seems a bit wrong.
However, Li Weidong did not refuse. After all, in this era of equality between men and women, gay women can hold up half the sky.
Although he meant well, if word spread, he might be mistaken for looking down on lesbians.
Han Zhizhi seemed to be very interested in moving cement. After receiving the task, before Li Weidong could react, she ran all the way to the side of the truck, climbed onto the truck with agility, and slapped the side of the truck with both hands, making a banging sound: "Brother Weidong, hurry up."
Well, since lesbians are so active, we can't hold back.
Li Weidong pushed the crank handle into the small hole of the engine, shook the truck, and drove out of the rolling mill.
The cement factory we are going to this time is called Liulihe Cement Factory. It was built in 1939. It is located 40 kilometers southwest of Beijing and adjacent to Zhoukoudian, the hometown of Long, to the west. The original name was Liulihe Factory of North China Cement Co., Ltd. Yes, before liberation, cement was also called cement. At that time, the heads of all organizations in the factory were Japanese.
After liberation, the cement factory was nationalized and transformed from a diseased state into a vibrant one, writing a new chapter in the country's construction.
There were many passers-by on the street at this time, so Li Weidong had to slow down his car. It took him more than two hours to reach the Liulihe Cement Factory.
From a long distance, Li Weidong saw tall chimneys reaching deep into the sky, and the chimneys spit out billowing smoke.
The truck slowly approached the steel gate, and a comrade in uniform came out of the guard room.
"Please stop the car and show your pass."
Li Weidong rolled down the window and said with a smile: "We are from the steel rolling mill. Please call your factory's fleet."
The comrade looked at Li Weidong suspiciously, turned around and entered the guard room. After a while, he walked out and said with a smile: "It turns out that the brother unit is here to visit and study. Please come in, please come in."
Study tours? It seems that this is Captain Wang's excuse.
Li Weidong felt a little like a thief. He smiled kindly at Comrade Mengang, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and entered the cement factory.
The cement factory is a large state-owned factory with an area larger than that of the steel rolling mill. The truck fleet of the cement factory is located in the southeast corner.
Li Weidong turned the steering wheel, carefully walked around the road pillars, and headed in the direction of the motorcade. As soon as he approached the gate of the motorcade, he saw a thin middle-aged man coming out of the house.
There were two young people behind him. The middle-aged man shook his hand at Li Weidong. Li Weidong gently stepped on the brakes and the truck stopped slowly.
The middle-aged man stepped forward and said with a smile on his face: "You are Comrade Li Weidong, I am Wang Jianshe from the cement factory team."
"Hello, Captain Wang."
After a brief exchange of greetings, Captain Wang Jianshe turned around and said to the young man behind him: "Xiao Zhang, take the comrades from the steel rolling mill to the warehouse to load cement."
It turned out that the upright Li Weidong breathed a sigh of relief and drove and followed Xiao Zhang to the warehouse.
The warehouse is full of cement, and there are four or five trucks waiting in line to load cement. Before loading cement, the driver needs to hand over the letter of introduction and cement ticket to the warehouse manager. After the warehouse manager checks, a loading note will be issued.
Xiao Zhang walked up to the warehouse manager, whispered for a while, and pointed at Li Weidong.
The warehouse manager looked at Li Weidong and nodded, stretched out his hand to wave, and a comrade covered in cement dust ran over. It seemed that he should be the head of the porter.
The warehouse manager whispered into the foreman's ear, and the foreman nodded frequently.
Xiao Zhang walked to the truck and smiled at Li Weidong: "Okay, you follow that person and he will arrange loading for you."
Twenty minutes later, a truck loaded with two tons of cement slowly drove out of the cement factory.
Li Weidong turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and sped away in the direction of the steel rolling mill.
Han Zhizhi, who was sitting next to him, said a little dissatisfied: "I was promised to move the cement, but who knew those guys wouldn't let me help."
Li Weidong: "."
Back to the convoy, it was almost noon.
Niu Yong found a group of masons from nowhere, and they had been waiting in the repair shop for a long time.
Seeing that the masons were doing good work, Li Weidong felt relieved and returned to the studio.
Gently opening the door, she saw that Chen Xueru was still sleeping. Li Weidong did not disturb her and went to the cafeteria with his lunch box.
Comfortable, so comfortable
Chen Xueru woke up hazy, feeling refreshed, yawned, stretched, lifted the quilt, and walked out of bed.
what time is it now? Why are you feeling hungry?
Chen Xueru raised her wrist and saw that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Her expression suddenly changed. Oh no, there was no food in the canteen at this time. If she went to eat at a state-owned restaurant outside, it would definitely take a lot of time.
Chen Xueru, Chen Xueru, how could you sleep to death?
You forgot, do you still have to pay rent?
Well, as a punishment, you are not allowed to have lunch today!
Chen Xueru blamed herself a little, pouted, drove into the studio, and got ready to work.
Chen Xueru was stunned when she lifted up the white cloth that was placed on the sewing machine.
A lunch box is placed quietly on the sewing machine.
She reached out to touch the lunch box and felt a touch of warmth. She gently opened the lid and saw the white rice and fried radish inside, smelling the enticing aroma of rice.
Tears rolled from her eyes and fell on the sewing machine, shattering to pieces.
"Ah sneeze!"
Li Weidong was sitting in the office, feeling a little cold and couldn't help but shudder.
Niu Meng, who was reporting on the production progress, put down the materials and asked, "Director Li, do you have a cold? How about I bring in the stove from outside?"
"No, I'm just a little tired after sitting for a long time." Li Weidong rubbed his temples and asked, "By the way, how is Liu Guangfu?"
"He has passed the assessment. Although this man is a little stupid, he is still diligent. The work in our workshop is not too technically difficult. As long as you work hard, you can always do well."
Hearing this, Li Weidong was relieved, stood up and shook his sore neck, preparing to get off work.
At night, people who had worked hard all day fell into a deep sleep. Liu Guangfu was sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor, so sleepy that he couldn't even raise his head.
He lay down on the chair and was about to take a nap when a voice came from the ward: "Guangfu, come in quickly."
This old woman can't let me rest for a while. Liu Guangfu came into the room yawning and asked the deaf old lady lying on the hospital bed: "Old lady, what's wrong with you?"
The deaf old lady stretched out her hand and pulled up the pillow, with a gloomy expression on her face: "You kid is so blind, you didn't see that the pillow was too high!"
"You said it was too low just now. I specially brought you another pillow from home. Now forget it, I will help you take one off." Seeing that the deaf old lady was about to get angry, Liu Guangfu quickly stepped forward and took off the pillow. , placed beside it.
"Old lady, is there anything else?" Liu Guangfu asked with a yawn after finishing.
"I'm a little thirsty, go and get me some boiled water." The deaf old lady looked at him with contempt: "You are so young, you have no energy at all, and you still want to be my grandson, how ridiculous!"
"." Liu Guangfu was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. Ever since he came to the hospital to take care of the deaf old lady, the deaf old lady had started to make things difficult for him. She would call him more than a dozen times a night. Even if he put on shoes, he would not do it himself. He had to wait. As Liu Guangfu helped her, the deaf old lady had her feet bound, and the sour smell from the foot binding made Liu Guangfu almost vomit.
What's even more annoying is that every time after doing something, he doesn't even get a word of thanks, and the deaf old lady has to make up a few lines for him and compare him to Silly Zhu.
Since you care so much about Shazhu, you can let Shazhu serve you!
If Liu Guangfu hadn't been afraid of being beaten by Liu Haizhong, he would have quit long ago.
Gritting his teeth, he picked up the hot water bottle, poured it into the enamel jar, and handed it to the deaf old lady: "Old lady, drink water."
The deaf old lady took a sip, spit it out, and said in a cold voice: "The water is so cold, how can you drink it! Get me some hot water."
Liu Guangfu looked out the window. The moon had already hung on the treetops. He said sincerely: "Old lady, it's probably close to midnight now. The boiler room has been closed. You just have to make do with it. I promise to open it for you early tomorrow morning." water."
The deaf old lady shook her head and pursed her lips: "Why are you so stupid! The boiler room is closed, but our courtyard is still open. You can just go back and fill the tea bottle with boiling water."
"The courtyard is seven or eight miles away from here," Liu Guangfu said. It was so late at night, and the wind was biting outside. For him to run so far to turn on the water, this deaf old lady had a really dark heart.
The deaf old lady didn't care about this, and held her arms in her arms: "You don't want to, right? Then tomorrow I will tell Liu Haizhong that you are not suitable to be my grandson."
".Okay, I'll go!"
Liu Guangfu gritted his teeth and agreed. His hand holding the hot water bottle was shaking a little, and he opened the door and stepped into the darkness outside.
(End of chapter)
