Beijing.
In the cold wind, Wang Weidong tightened his collar, touched his right pocket, walked out of the hotel, and was lost in the crowd.
Looking at the blue brick houses on both sides of the street, the crude slogans painted in white and gray, and the thick cotton-padded jackets and torn felt hats worn by pedestrians.
Wang Weidong just wanted to say: What a thief!
Yes, he traveled through time.
The predecessor Wang Weidong was a body art videographer. He earned a high salary and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. His life was very comfortable.
His body had been hollowed out for a long time. After watching a TV series called "Fuman Siheyuan" all night long, he became depressed and angry, causing his heart to stop.
When he opened his eyes again, he was transported back in time to a veteran named Wang Weidong.
It’s not that time travel is bad.
In the Blue Star of the 21st century, time travel is a very common phenomenon.
Some people traveled to ancient times, changed the trajectory of history, and became emperors; some people traveled to an alien plane and became rulers of other planes, with a harem of three thousand beauties; and some people traveled to modern times, relying on foresight to win over the two horses, and win in life. .
But in this era, there is no need to think about doing business or engaging in technology.
As a time traveler, the wisest thing to do is to find a factory and work safely.
Fortunately, the thief God may have thought that he was a little too much and arranged a more powerful identity for Wang Weidong.
Both parents died;
Three generations of farmhands;
Veteran;
The difficulty of life is greatly reduced.
In the army, the predecessor Wang Weidong, who was physically strong and outstanding in appearance, served as an orderly for the commander for four years.
When he was about to retire, the chief gave him two choices.
One is to work as a clerk in a lower town.
The other is to work in a factory in the capital. The position is uncertain and he has to fight for it on his own.
The predecessor, Wang Weidong, wisely chose to work in a factory in Beijing.
Now as long as he can be assigned a good position, surviving will be half successful. Wang Weidong couldn't help but touch the two hard boxes in his pocket again.
Soon, a dilapidated factory building appeared at the end of the road.
"Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, such a familiar name..." Wang Weidong took the letter of introduction in his hand and checked it again and again with the name on the factory door plate.
"Hey, young man, no one is allowed in during working hours." In the guard room next to him, two security guards in blue uniforms were looking at him warily.
"Security brother...no...comrade, I'm here to report." Wang Weidong glanced into the guard room and took a breath.
Through the glass, you can clearly see a shiny pistol on the table in front of the security guard.
A man with a gun deserves respect.
"Reporter, please bring me a letter of introduction." The blue uniform's expression softened a lot and he stretched out his hand.
While Wang Weidong handed over the letter of introduction, he also took out a box of large-brimmed hats from his left pocket, took out two and handed them over.
Seeing the big-brimmed hat, the man in blue uniform began to smile. He took one and handed the other to his colleague.
Without reading the letter of introduction, he smiled and said, "It turns out he is a retired comrade. I didn't tell you earlier!"
Wang Weidong felt warm in his heart. No matter what era he was in, people who defended their home and country were respected.
The enthusiastic blue uniform led Wang Weidong to an office building before he left with peace of mind: "On the second floor, find Minister Fang. He is in charge of distribution work."
Arriving at the mottled vermilion door on the second floor, Wang Weidong touched his right pocket before knocking on the door.
As soon as he entered the door, Wang Weidong saw a black telephone on a black desk. A middle-aged man wearing four pockets was sitting on a cushioned chair, looking at him doubtfully.
Phones are a rarity these days, so this seems to be the rightful owner.
Before the middle-aged man could speak, Wang Weidong showed a shy smile, walked over quickly, and saluted: "Report, Minister Fang, veteran Wang Weidong is here to report."
Minister Fang was startled for a moment, then looked up again and saw Wang Weidong's simple smile and his clear-cut cheeks with handsome features. He couldn't help but feel a good impression in his heart.
He closed the file: "Comrade Wang, have you brought your letter of introduction?"
"Bring it here!" Wang Weidong took out the job transfer certificate and job introduction letter from his pocket and handed them over.
Minister Fang took the document, placed it on the table, and looked at it carefully with a serious expression.
After a moment, he raised his head, tapped his fingers on the table, and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade, your conditions are quite favorable, but..."
His voice lengthened and he took a deep breath: "There are not many suitable positions for you in our Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant right now. How about you go to the workshop and practice for a few months, and we will talk about it when you find a suitable position."
Wang Weidong had already anticipated this situation.
He looked back and saw that the door had been closed, and then he quickly took out the two boxes of white-packaged cigarettes from his right pocket and placed them next to his letter of introduction.
"Oh, what are you doing!"
Seeing the two boxes of cigarettes, Minister Fang looked shocked at first, with a trace of emotion in his eyes, and then scolded him with dissatisfaction.
Wang Weidong showed a shy smile skillfully: "Minister Fang, how can I get such a thing as a big-headed soldier? This is what my old chief asked me to send to you."
Wang Weidong didn't lie. These two boxes of special white boxes of cigarettes were indeed given to him by the old chief he served.
To be honest, the predecessor of this body was also a talent. He is tall and burly, has a tough appearance, and is good at getting things done, so he is highly regarded by the old chief. If it weren't for the fact that the son of the old chief's daughter could do so much, maybe he would have been recruited as his son-in-law.
These two special white boxes of cigarettes are a status symbol in this era. Their value cannot be measured by money and is comparable to 50 years of aging.
Minister Fang naturally understood this, and when he heard that this thing came from the head of the army, he also understood that this kid had a backer.
"Since it is the old chief's wish, if I don't accept it, it would be too noble." Minister Fang swept the cigarette into the drawer.
Wang Weidong scratched his head and said with a silly smile: "I am an orphan. When I was in the army, my leaders were my parents. Now that I have transferred to another place, when I see you, I feel like I have found a relative again. You are my uncle."
Minister Fang took a deep look at Wang Weidong and said with an angry smile: "You, you look like an honest person, but you are actually a sensible person."
After finishing speaking, he paused and added: "However, I can't guarantee whether there is a suitable position."
Wang Weidong smiled shyly: "Uncle Fang, don't get me wrong, I said this because I feel friendly when I see you and I think you are my relative from the bottom of my heart."
After a lifetime of training, Wang Weidong is naturally far more mature than his peers.
As long as you stick to your true intentions, don't cheat or harm others, and occasionally lower your head just to avoid tripping over stones on the ground.
"You boy, that mouth is really amazing!" Minister Fang shook his head and shook the phone with a "hula hula" sound.
"Taking over the factory office."
The call was quickly connected. Under Wang Weidong's expectant eyes, Minister Fang asked unhurriedly: "I have a nephew who just transferred from the army and wants to experience in our factory for a while."
I don’t know what the other person replied, but Minister Fang covered the phone, raised his head and asked, “Can you drive?”
"Yes, very good!" When Wang Weidong was in the army, he was the old leader's full-time driver.
When the wheel turns, a million taels of gold will be made; when the trumpet sounds, there will be a million taels of gold.
In this day and age, being a driver is a very popular profession.
Especially for long-distance truck drivers, almost every time they come back from the car, they ask their wives to stew two kilograms of pork kidneys to make up for it.
Fortunately, this one is in good shape and should last a few years.
"Okay, the factory team is short of a driver. You report now and go to work tomorrow." Minister Fang put down the phone and went through the formalities for Wang Weidong.
After learning that Wang Weidong had not found a place to live, Minister Fang naturally could not let his nephew live in the factory dormitory, so he called the street office and arranged for him to live in a courtyard less than 5 miles away from the factory.
"There are several old employees of the Red Star Rolling Mill in the courtyard. You live together so that you can take care of them."
The leadership is so considerate...
After Wang Weidong thanked Minister Fang repeatedly, he took the formalities and reported to the motorcade.
The Red Star Rolling Mill fleet has ten trucks, which are specially responsible for transporting raw materials such as steel ingots and billets.
Niu Zhijun, the captain of the factory team, is a tall, dark-skinned northeastern man with a bold personality.
When he was a child, he had a dream of being a soldier. When he saw that Wang Weidong was a retired veteran, he became even more enthusiastic.
When he found out that Wang Weidong was Director Fang's nephew, he even took out a car key and said, "Drive the factory car and carry the gift back to your residence. Don't delay going to work tomorrow."
Naturally, Wang Weidong inevitably took out the remaining half box of big-brimmed hats and stuffed them into Niu Zhijun's pocket.
"Brother Niu, I don't know how to smoke, so I'm so cool."
It couldn't be easier to drive a truck and move luggage.
Under the guidance of Niu Zhijun, Wang Weidong came to the parking lot.
When he saw the truck that was about to belong to him, his hands and feet suddenly became weak, and he exclaimed in his heart: "This damn truck is a suspicious car!"
"Too bad!"
Most of the truck's paint has peeled off, and it can only be vaguely seen that it was originally a dark green truck, and it should have been converted from the military to civilians. The front of the truck is several centimeters narrower than the width of the body, which was obviously changed later. There were several cracks on the windshield at the front of the car, and a small stone was embedded in one of the impact areas. As for the license plate, the numbers on it have long been unclear.
This car, which is worse than a scrap car, is actually the treasure of the Five Star Steel Rolling Mill, shouldering the important task of transporting steel.
Wang Weidong had to admire how difficult it was for the predecessors to establish a complete industrial system in such a difficult environment.
"How's it going? This is the newest car in our fleet. It's well maintained." Niu Zhijun patted the car cover, a little proud: "Jiefang CA-30, 90 horsepower, 6 cylinders, top speed of 65 kilometers per hour .”
Seeing that there were two rear axles installed under the suspected car, Wang Weidong was a little curious: "Captain, how much is the load?"
Niu Zhijun laughed: "What does the load mean? As long as you can run, just pretend."
Well, the traffic police won’t check on the road anyway.
Wang Weidong pursed his lips, opened the door, and got in the car.
When he saw the fake gear lever with a wooden peg inserted into the gear shifter, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Fortunately, Niu Zhijun didn't lie. This car was indeed well maintained.
The black iron rod was inserted into the hole, the buttocks were stuck out, the arms were thrown away, and the engine started with a "boom".
Depress the clutch, shift into first gear, release the clutch, accelerator, and the truck starts slowly.
Although he knew that truck drivers were popular before, when he really enjoyed the unconcealed envious glances from passers-by, Wang Weidong realized that he had underestimated the lofty position of trucks in people's minds in this era.
Perhaps, the predecessor Ferrari 911 plus an S-class co-pilot can be compared with the truck he is driving now.
With Minister Fang greeting him, Wang Weidong quickly completed the formalities, picked up his luggage from the hotel, and drove to the courtyard.
Perhaps the car couldn't bear too many envious looks, so it was so desperate that it stalled with a "buzz" sound just two steps away from the courtyard.
After lighting the fire twice in a row and feeling only two massages, Wang Weidong realized that he had encountered a problem that experienced drivers often encounter, and the car broke down.
In this era, vehicles themselves are rare and there are even fewer car repairmen, so every driver has developed a good skill in repairing cars.
Wang Weidong was no exception. After simply listening to the sound when starting, he realized that the spark plug should be broken.
The Jiefang CA-30 was copied from the Su Guojis 150 truck. Perhaps it was to avoid those drunkards licking the spark plugs, so the spark plugs were hidden at the bottom of the front of the truck.
In order to prevent the clean blue and black coat from getting dusty, Wang Weidong spread a piece of cloth on the ground, shirtless, and got under the car regardless of the cold wind.
Sure enough, the sleeve that bound the spark plug came loose.
Wang Weidong removed the spark plug, wiped it briefly and inserted it.
Done!
He kicked off the opposite wheel with his legs and slid out from under the car.
But he found himself covered by a shadow.
He first saw a pair of canvas shoes and a pair of legs, and then he saw firm peaches.
No.
Next to the peach, a face poked out.
With charming brows and a frightened face, a small cherry mouth opened and closed.
Wang Weidong's heart was almost in his throat at this time. He only felt that the awkward atmosphere at this time made it a little difficult for him to breathe.
