Zhang San used the two hundred yuan to repair the bicycle, and with the remaining dozens of yuan, he went to a restaurant near the factory for a full meal.
The restaurant owner was shocked by the way Zhang San devoured his food.
It was afternoon and there was no one in the store. The boss came up to talk to Zhang San and found out that he was an employee of a nearby shoe factory.
Knowing that Zhang San had no money, the boss was generous.
"In this way, you can come to my place to eat every day and pay once a week."
"Thank you very much." Zhang San said with a grateful face: "Actually, no, I can get my salary the day after tomorrow. Just let me have it on credit for two days. From now on, I will come to your house for meals."
The boss saw that Zhang San was honest and agreed on the spot.
Zhang San was very happy. Today he met a noble man when he went out. He crashed his car. Not only did he not pay for it, but he also gave him 200 yuan to repair the car. When he came here to eat, the boss was willing to give him credit.
These little things made Zhang San feel the warmth of the world and made him full of hope for life.
Soon, it was eight o'clock in the evening.
The factory operates two shifts, and he recently worked the night shift, working from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m.
Although it is hard work, it is not easy to get a salary of more than 5,000 yuan a month for a person who has just been released from prison and has a criminal record.
Zhang San has been in prison for more than ten years and has become somewhat out of touch with the outside world. He can't even use a smartphone. He still uses the Nokia he used back then.
The factory is also a mixed place, and intrigues are common.
Recently, Zhang San discovered that several workers from the Hu Bei Gang often targeted him.
There are four of them, all from the same area, and have been in the factory for a long time. The boss and the manager are relatives.
The factory is actually like a small society. These four guys run rampant in the factory, and basically no one dares to mess with them.
Although Zhang San had a bad temper when he was young, his more than ten years in prison have long since smoothed his edges.
He tried to stay away from those people as much as possible. Many times when he was scolded and spittle was sprayed on his face, he would just wipe it and turn around and leave.
But not only was the forbearance ineffective, it actually made those guys think Zhang San was easy to bully.
As soon as Zhang San sat down, a guy named Chen Wanhao came.
When he came up, he patted Zhang San on the shoulder: "Pai Gu, if you step too slowly today, I won't be as polite as last time!"
Pai Gu is the nickname everyone gave to Zhang San. Although Zhang San doesn't like it, under the leadership of those four guys, everyone now calls it that, and Zhang San can only accept it.
The process that Zhang San is responsible for is stepping on the double needle, and this Chen Wanhao is the process behind him.
Because Zhang San had only been in the factory for a dozen days and was not very familiar with the machines, his speed was naturally very slow. This did have a certain impact on Chen Wanhao's subsequent work.
At the beginning, Zhang San was pointed at and scolded by Chen Wanhao because of his slow speed. His ancestors were greeted by him for eighteen generations.
Zhang San knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't refute much every time he was scolded.
The past two days have been a little better, and Chen Wanhao didn't scold him as much as before.
Zhang San nodded: "I will."
"Damn it, you nod faster than anyone else." Chen Wanhao said with a fierce look on his face: "I tell you, just because of you, I would be at least hundreds less this month than before, otherwise I would have thought you were the new guy. Come on, I even want to kill you."
Chen Wanhao then left cursing.
Several of his brothers gathered around and handed them a cigarette: "Brother Hao, I heard that a beautiful girl came to the clothing factory next door. Can we go over and have a look?"
Chen Wanhao is also a standard pervert. When he hears about a beautiful woman, his eyes almost fly out.
"I have to go, let's go."
Here Zhang San is sitting in front of the sewing machine and starting his day's work.
Almost half an hour later, Chen Wanhao came back with his three younger brothers.
"Damn, she looks even uglier than Sister Feng. She's as fat as a sow. You actually call her a beauty. With your kind of aesthetics, I feel embarrassed."
The younger brother next to him, Yu Liming, said: "Brother Hao, you don't understand this. Only such plump women can endure fucking!"
These people talk loudly, regardless of whether there are female colleagues next to them.
However, these female colleagues are quite old and are used to hearing these words.
Chen Wanhao wandered up to Zhang San, looked down and saw veins popping out on the spot.
"You've been touching them for a long time and only stepped on so many of them?"
After Chen Wanhao finished speaking, he slapped Zhang San on the back of the head, causing Zhang San's head to tilt.
Although Zhang San has always been patient, he is still a person with a temper after all.
In the past, he had endured repeated verbal insults from Chen Wanhao's group, but this time the other party actually took action directly, which made Zhang San's heart suddenly burn.
But Zhang San still didn't take action, just stared at Chen Wanhao fiercely.
Chen Wanhao felt that Zhang San's eyes were challenging his authority, and he became angry.
He grabbed Sanzhang's hair and pushed him back from the stool.
Zhang San leaned back and fell heavily to the ground with a clang.
Chen Wanhao pressed his body with his legs and cursed loudly: "What? You don't fucking accept it, don't you?"
Zhang San struggled desperately, and Chen Wanhao shouted: "What are you looking at? Hold him down for me."
After hearing this, the three younger brothers quickly stepped forward and held down Zhang San together.
Zhang San's body was already weak, and he was completely unable to move after being held down by four people.
Chen Wanhao simply sat on Zhang San's body, slapped him in the face, and scolded him while slapping him.
"Who the hell are you? If you dare to challenge me, I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
Zhang San was beaten until he almost fainted and was unable to resist at all.
Chen Wanhao slapped him at least twenty times. At this time, an eldest sister named Li Juan came to start the fight: "Stop it, stop it. They are all from the same factory, why bother."
Chen Wanhao then let go of Zhang San. Li Juan pulled Zhang San up. Seeing that the corners of his mouth had begun to bleed, she quickly helped him pat the dust off his body.
"What are you doing? Everyone is here to work. Why bother? Chen Wanhao, you are going too far." Li Juan is an old employee in the factory, and her words have some weight.
Chen Wanhao pointed at Zhang San and cursed: "For the sake of Sister Juan, I will spare you this time. If you dare to confront me next time, you don't even know how you died."
Just then, the manager heard the noise and came down from the second floor.
One look at the unkempt Zhang San and he knew that this guy had just been beaten.
The manager was Chen Wanhao's cousin, so there was no need to mention the relationship, so he simply stepped forward and asked about the situation.
"So that's it." The manager patted Zhang San on the shoulder: "It's okay. It's normal for a factory to have some friction. In this case, you work first, and I will criticize them."
Zhang San knew that he couldn't defeat the people in front of him, and since his salary was about to be paid, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only go back to work silently.
The manager took four people to the office on the second floor, and soon there were hearty laughter from several people.
