November in the north already feels like winter.
The north wind blows in the early morning, causing early risers who have not yet put on thick cotton clothes to shiver.
The streets of Luonan are still busy with cars and people coming and going.
The breakfast stall on the street in the dormitory of the No. 1 Plastic Factory was doing business as usual.
The aunt in a greasy white coat put pieces of white dough into the oil pan, and soon golden and crispy fried dough sticks floated up.
The uncle skillfully picked up the fried dough sticks with a fishnet and placed them on a scale.
"Two pounds and eight taels, I'll charge you five yuan, I'm a regular customer!"
The man who bought youtiao said while waiting for change.
I heard you are moving soon?
Before the uncle could answer, the aunt said with a smile.
"Yes, that's right. The eldest son of our family is very motivated at work. He was given a new dormitory in the factory with three bedrooms and one living room, which is more than 100 square meters. It looks empty for our whole family to live in!"
The uncle followed closely and said.
"Our factory is better. Since Director Zhang took over, not only has he not been in arrears with wages, but he has also paid bonuses every month. Now he has been given such a big house. The boy from our family has also found a partner. There will be many better days in the future. Here, this is all the fault of Director Zhang!"
A man in a suit sitting next to him eating fried dough sticks snorted coldly.
"The dormitory, the dormitory, is yours now. If you don't take it back immediately when your family no longer works in the factory, what's the point of being proud of? It's better to just get a house like me when you work in an agency!"
The uncle was not angry and said with a smile.
"Comrade, my son is not as well treated as you are in the factory, but he can earn thousands of dollars a month. Besides, as long as the worker has worked for ten years, the property rights of this house will belong to him. What's the difference?"
The aunt was cutting the dough, and her mouth was not idle.
"We celebrated the National Day a few days ago. Where are the hairtails, big yellow flowers, crabs and prawns that the factory distributed? How can your company distribute so many good things? Although my son has worked hard and worked three shifts, he is still making progress. The factory also said that when a branch factory is opened in another place in the future, he will be asked to be the technical team leader, and his salary will be doubled!"
The man in the suit was choked and had nothing to say, so he got up and ran away.
The aunt shouted loudly from behind, "Hey, gay fried dough sticks with soy milk and tea eggs, a total of one dollar and two!"
The uncle stopped the aunt and said, "Forget it, forget the regulars, I can just make up for it next time!"
The man turned around quickly, took out two dollars and put them in the basket, his face flushed with embarrassment.
The people eating around burst into laughter.
one guest asked.
"Auntie, your son is working in Plastic Factory No. 1, right?"
The aunt nodded hurriedly, "Yes, it's the No. 1 Plastics Factory that used to be unable to pay wages. Now, the factory has taken over the food factory, demolished the bungalows that used to be the dormitories of the food factory, and built a community. In the future, all employees They can all move there, who still looks down on these workers now?"
The man nodded.
"I've also heard that they're allotted a house regardless of good treatment. I've long wanted to ask someone to move in, but it's too difficult!"
The uncle said.
"Young man, things are different now. In the past, it was not difficult to find an acquaintance and arrange to go to a factory. Especially for a shabby factory like the No. 1 Plastics Factory, it was even easier. But now Zhang Chang has contracted the factory, and then enter People are either professionals or young people who are hard-working and willing to work, and we don’t want to have any connections with households anymore!”
The aunt also said.
"That's right, there is no longer a guaranteed job now. They are all contract workers. When you join the factory, you don't have to hang around and get paid like before. They all implement performance appraisals. If you fail to complete the task, your salary will be deducted, and if it is serious, you will be fired!"
Someone next to me said, "That's okay. As long as you are willing to work hard and have the ability, you can make more money and get good treatment. Everyone is willing to do it. Those who eat from the big pot now have already suffered!"
At this moment, a young man walked up the street, and beside him there were several men with tower-like figures.
The aunt was stunned for a moment and said with a smile on her face.
"This is Director Zhang. Director Zhang, come and have a seat. The soy milk fried dough sticks have just been cooked!"
After the words fell, everyone looked at him curiously.
I saw that the young man was definitely no more than twenty-five years old. He was extremely handsome, and his temperament was even more noble and elegant. He also had a somewhat calm and confident aura, which made people feel close to him.
Someone exclaimed, "Oh my god, you have two factories at such a young age. You must be a high-ranking official in your family, right?"
Someone had heard the legend of Zhang Jiaqiang and hummed, "Don't talk nonsense, Director Zhang comes from an ordinary family. He was laid off before. He truly started from scratch!"
The aunt took out some clean mazazi and grabbed Zhang Jiaqiang.
"What a coincidence, Director Zhang. This is our last day of business. If you want to eat our fried dough sticks in the future, you have to go to the new community!"
Zhang Jiaqiang originally didn't want to be in the limelight, so he had no choice but to sit down.
He greeted Tiezhu and the others and sat down with confidence. After all, this was in front of his own home and nothing would happen.
"You can order whatever you want. It depends on how many people want to eat. Just have enough to eat and drink!"
"Okay, just wait a moment, the hot fried dough sticks will be here soon!"
Zhang Jiaqiang just returned home last night. He first went to the old house, visited his parents and grandma, and then told his cousins to study hard.
After giving them the gifts brought from Xiangjiang, they returned to their long-awaited home.
When he opened the door, Ye Xiumei, who was already slightly pregnant, had wet eyes. She quickly stepped forward and hugged him, crying her heart out.
Zhang Jiaqiang comforted his wife and finally calmed her down.
Although a breakup is better than a wedding, Zhang Jiaqiang doesn't dare to mess around with his wife now that she's pregnant.
It was just a side kick to comfort my wife's lovesickness.
Early this morning, he went to the factory to attend a management meeting, escorted by his bodyguards.
Although the factories in Luonan are now under the management of Gao Jie, he can't turn a blind eye. After all, this is where he started, and all his old brothers are here!
Since the journey was not far, he wanted to see the changes in his hometown, so he chose to hike, only to be stopped by the breakfast stall aunt.
Zhang Jiaqiang had just sat down, but before the fried dough sticks were served, a sister-in-law came next to him and placed two stacks of meat biscuits on the table.
"Director Zhang, my man works in the injection molding workshop. These biscuits are nothing, you can eat them!"
Zhang Jiaqiang was about to call Tiezhu to get money.
But Tie Zhu said with a naive smile, "Why are you giving me money? These are my younger siblings. I don't want to give you money!"
Zhang Jiaqiang had no choice but to give up.
In the blink of an eye, a lot of rice dumpling sellers, tofu bread sellers, sesame seed cakes, and fried cakes all came over.
The table was almost covered with all kinds of food, and there was no room to even put the fried dough sticks and soy milk.
It turns out that these are the family members of old workers in the factory. Most of them were laid off in other factories. In order to provide their families with more income, they chose to set up stalls here.
"Stop sending any more food. We can't eat it. It's a waste!" Tie Zhu waved his hand to block the people who continued to send food.
Zhang Jiaqiang took a look at these people who braved the wind and snow to earn hard-earned money, and felt emotional.
It's better now, but if they dare to set up a stall so blatantly in a few years, they will be in serious trouble.
