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Guan Qiu rode to a place where no one was around and counted. 82 yuan, plus a bottle of mineral water, and a total of 83 yuan5 yuan was extorted, which surprised him.

The RMB was still very valuable in 2003. At present, the average monthly salary of Suzhou and Hangzhou is only 1,500, and many people are still "average". As for ordinary operators in Lucheng factory, they are usually only about 1,000 yuan, and they are all earned by working overtime.

Like the private house he rented, it only costs 50 yuan a month and it also contains water and electricity.

The current 83 yuan, its comprehensive purchasing power is definitely no less than 830 yuan in 2018, so it is no wonder that Guan Qiu is so happy.

To calm down, Guan Qiu sorted out the money and kicked it into his pocket carefully. This was his principal in Xiaolucheng.

Then he rode his bicycle to the factory. He wanted to go to the labor service company to get his ID card and to get his monthly salary.

...

Longjiang Road is the second main road in Lucheng, which runs through the north and south. There are countless electronic factories and machinery factories along the way, such as the famous Hushi Electronics, Sihai Electronics, and Hefeng Machinery in Lucheng.

The Long brother holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was killed near Hefeng Machinery Factory.

Less gossip.

It was half an hour after Guan Qiu came to Longjiang Road with his bicycle. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself that he had to get a motorcycle as soon as possible. If it really doesn't work, it would be fine, otherwise it would be too delayed.

Take out the electronic watch from your pocket and take a look. It was already 4:30. I have to hurry up, otherwise I might get off work.

Guan Qiu was thinking about how to get back his ID card and his salary this month?

An ID card is easy to talk about, but the key is salary.

Whether now or in the future, these dog-day labor companies are reincarnated by Zhou Papi, lying on the workers to drink blood and eat meat. The hard-earned money paid by the capitalists must be transferred to their accounts first, and then a part of the so-called "labor dispatch fees" will be collected according to the contract and then forwarded to the workers.

It is very difficult to try to snatch money from them. Besides, he was already late twice, and he was absent from work today, so he was very poor and he would have to come back all his salary.

While thinking about the mistakes, I slowly rode towards the factory gate.

It is not as soft as the capitalist has a black conscience, and begging is useless; it is not as hard as hard as he is alone, and the police station is right in front of him, and a phone call will arrive in five minutes.

When passing a small shop with the "clinic" sign hanging on the door, Guan Qiu's eyes rolled and he had an idea.

"Boss, please take a look at my car." Guan Qiu set up a car and handed a cigarette to the old man who was repairing shoes under the awning at the store, and then quickly walked towards the narrow alley next to the convenience store.

After ten minutes, Guan Qiu, who was wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze with his right hand, walked out quickly again, thanked the old man who repaired shoes, and pushed the bicycle toward the factory.

Next is the time for the performance.

There is no industrial sign in the factory, and the entry and exit depends entirely on identifying work clothes and manual check-in tables in the security room, which contain photos on it.

I successfully entered the factory. Before I arrived at the workshop, the rumbling sound of machines had already come.

He is in the assembly line, and the foreman is a local man of similar age as him, and his face has always been ugly. Although he doesn't want to see him, he needs to report his resignation application so that the labor dispatch company can confirm it.

When we arrived at the assembly line, colleagues, fellow villagers and former vocational high school classmates on the way looked at his right hand holding it in front of his chest, looking indifferent, sympathetic, gloating, and all kinds of eyes.

Guan Qiu grinned at them, not caring about it at all. He even felt like he was leading the countryside to inspect, and the complex gaze he cast was automatically replaced by envy, jealousy and admiration.

"Damn, I don't want to be so fucked when I'm singing?" Guan Qiu chuckled in his heart, and then asked and answered himself, "When will you ever have a face?"

Walking to the end of the assembly line, there was a temporary desk behind the pile of turnover boxes. The foreman... Guan Qiu didn't remember what the other party was named, anyway, there was a young man with a 20-odd and a buzz cut behind the table.

Seeing Guan Qiu coming, Banbu's buzzing squinted his eyes, and without saying a word, he continued to lie on the table to write documents.

Guan Qiu walked up to knock on the table with his hand, and said in a plain tone: "Help me complete the resignation procedures, hurry up."

Anyway, the two sides will not have much intersection in the future, so Guan Qiu is too lazy to greet him with a smile, so he naturally feels happy as he does.

The buzz cut was very upset and looked up at him impatiently and said, "What are you knocking? I'll ask you, why are you missing work today?"

The labor service company was about to get off work, and Guan Qiu was a little anxious. Seeing that the foreman was so unavailable, he stood up his right hand wrapped in white gauze and scared him: "Tell you, this was a fall on the road I came in the morning, which was considered an injury. I am in pain now and I don't want to talk to you too much. Why don't you do it for me quickly? I will go to the manager immediately to see if you are unlucky or I am unlucky."

Guan Qiu is not a formal worker, and any accidents are mainly the responsibility of the labor dispatch company. However, the employer is more or less involved.

The buzz cutter, who was already full of anger, immediately did not dare to show off when he heard what Guan Qiu said. He looked at him with a red face and grunted for a few seconds, then opened the drawer and took out the resignation form to fill in it.

He is a formal worker, and his work is free and his salary is also very good. If the trouble happens, he is not afraid of wearing shoes, and he is the only one who is unlucky.

Soon, the resignation form was written, and the resignation copy was torn off and handed it to Guan Qiu to go to the labor service company to submit the service, "Hey."

Guan Qiu waved at the other party with the list in his left hand, "By the way~"

The buzz cut behind him was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to watch Guan Qiu leave and vent his anger on a female employee who had just arrived.

...

Hurry up and rushed forward, just before the labor dispatch company's temporary office in the factory closed, Guan Qiu arrived.

The office was on the second floor of the canteen, and there were not many people inside. Two women and one man were packing up their things to get off work. The female supervisor with her legs crossed behind the desk facing south and north, lowered her legs and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Resign." Guan Qiu walked forward with a look of pain and held the resignation order in front of the female supervisor.

The female supervisor took it over and looked at it, frowned and said, "Guan Qiu... you are absent from work today, right?"

"I had some accident." Guan Qiu didn't say anything, but a look of pain appeared in his eyes.

The female supervisor looked at his right hand, which had a faint red potion permeated from his gauze. Zhang Kefu's face was expressionless and smashed his mouth and said, "I don't know what happened to you, but the company has regulations. You absent from work for no reason and don't ask for leave..."

Although Guan Qiu was well prepared for the shamelessness of these people, he still couldn't avoid anger when he heard what the other party said.

Although the injury was fake, after seeing him being injured, the other party not only did not even say a word of humanitarian concern, but also made any provisions to him, but the subtext would still be deducted.

Seeing the ugly face of the female supervisor, Guan Qiu was too lazy to say anything. Without saying a word, he walked to the long chair against the wall and sat down.

He originally planned to get his salary back. Since the other party was so shameless, he would let the other party see what it means to be a god... no, what is a hob meat.
Chapter completed!