At 7:20 in the morning, Hu Biao and his third uncle, who came back from a walk with a breakfast, completed the shift handover.
Then, Hu Biao, who had a breakfast of some pork head meat, cooked three kilograms of noodles, put a mat under his arm, and went to find a cool place on the third floor of a certain building.
He fell down on the mat and within ten seconds, he just fell asleep.
Originally, according to his plan, he would sleep until four o'clock in the afternoon before getting up.
If you go to the vegetable market to buy ingredients at this time, you can also buy some cheap small fish that vegetable vendors have begun selling at discounts.
This thing may not look bad, but it is fried in oil until both sides are golden brown and then boiled with water and sauerkraut. It tastes really good. After such a filling meal, it can just sustain the training consumption in the evening.
But when he slept until around 11 a.m., Hu Biao was woken up by a burst of noise.
To be more precise, he vaguely heard the greasy voice of Liu Jifen, the sister-in-law of the contractor Lao Wang, and was suddenly awakened by a huge surprise.
Yes, greasy voice! It’s because of the need to reserve limited funds to purchase materials for various tasks, so the reason is that the money is tight.
Hu Biao hasn't eaten a fat meat movie in 20 days.
Although ingredients such as chicken racks, pig lungs, duck racks, small fish, and lard suet can be regarded as meat dishes in a certain sense, they are also nutritious.
But compared to the serious fat man, Hu Biao always felt that something was missing.
Then, when the voice of Liu Jifen, who represented the feast of fat meat movies, suddenly rang so faintly in his ears, Hu Biao woke up instinctively.
After he sat up straight, he could immediately see many vans and pickup trucks filing in through the wide open gate of the construction site.
Looking from a distance, the seats behind the windshield are full of familiar faces.
According to the usual construction site routine, at least 10 workers are packed into each van.
With the current size of the fleet, all the migrant workers and fellow migrant workers from Lao Wang’s hometown in Yangcheng, the contractor, might have come back.
This also shows that after such a long-term blending relationship.
Lao Wang, the contractor, finally started work on the construction site that had been suspended for almost a month. After going back and forth for a long time, it finally started again.
Next to a pickup truck that had stopped at the beginning, Liu Jifen, a plump woman, was shouting loudly with her strong and powerful voice:
"Damn you mother! You guys are rushing to the street, hurry up and help me unload the food in the car; it's almost noon now, do you still want to have lunch?"
Faced with Liu Jifen's shouts, a group of greasy middle-aged workers started laughing and joking.
Of course, there are some women on the construction site who are easy to mess with. Liu Jifen immediately sent out a series of cordial greetings to these greasy men:
"Smile, laugh at you old mothers. You still want to eat after finishing your work? Go ahead and eat shit."
Even from a distance, Hu Biao could see that half of a big fat pig contained on the bed of the pickup truck was almost three fingers thick.
Just seeing this thing, Hu Biao's mouth filled with saliva, so he absolutely could not tolerate the tragedy of not having a big fat movie for lunch.
At the same time, almost a month later, when he heard the usual sounds of teasing and scolding again, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
Isn't it because there is no one to move the ingredients? Hu Biao came.
As a result, the little widow Liu Jifen, who was standing in the shadow of the pickup truck and cursing, soon saw a man wearing only big pants, with muscles as strong as a big animal, running towards him with long strides.
When he saw clearly that the face of the visitor was the one he had been dreaming about.
The 200-pound woman fell into the illusion that this muscular man was running towards her, and she couldn't help but become obsessed...
Hu Biao's prediction was correct. As expected, the construction site can start work again.
But because of his transparent identity, no one informed him last night.
While holding a rice bowl with at least two kilograms of fat meat slices in it, and eating lunch, he confirmed this while chatting with other workers, and learned a piece of news that surprised him:
In order to get rid of the bad luck caused by the last incident, before the official start of the construction site tomorrow morning, Lao Wang, the contractor, will hold a grand resumption ceremony.
They came back half a day early, mainly because Lao Wang, the contractor, asked them to clean up the construction site in the afternoon.
For example: clean the excavators, forklifts, and dump trucks at the construction site, hang some big red flowers with red silk on the front of the trucks, and arrange them neatly.
Of course, small red flags should also be placed everywhere on the construction site, in a word, to create a festive atmosphere.
The biggest reason why Lao Wang, the contractor, is so concerned is that several big shots from Maocheng will come over tomorrow to participate in the resumption ceremony of the construction site, thereby expressing the importance Maocheng attaches to attracting investment.
Therefore, in order to make the big shots look good, it must be done so well.
By the way! Among the people who returned to the construction site in the morning, Hu Biao did not see the heavy figure of Fat Zaicong, and the two Ma Zai were also missing.
Of course, even if Fat Zaicong appears, Hu Biao may not be able to recognize him.
According to the gossip heard from other people, it was said that when Fatty Cong was released, he had lost at least two big pounds or more.
He has not recovered yet and has been staying in his old house in Yangcheng.
On weekdays, he doesn't even go out or take a step outside the door. It seems that even when he buys cigarettes, his father comes out to help.
But then again, how unlucky is Fat Zaicong now? Will there be any resumption ceremony at the construction site tomorrow? Hu Biao feels that he has nothing to do with these things.
But what to say about Lao Wang, the contractor, it was enough for him to earn 300 yuan a day; so after having a delicious meal at noon, he also joined the cleaning process with a big broom.
But when he finished cleaning and arrived in front of the project department, he was suddenly stunned.
Through the open door of the project department, he saw an absolutely unexpected figure sitting there where the cashier had been:
It turned out to be Da Bolian, the wavy female accountant of the former decoration company where he worked.
When their eyes met, the girl smiled sweetly at Hu Biao as a greeting.
"What the hell! What is this girl thinking in her heart? She must be too nervous. She is not afraid of being dragged to the wasteland next to the construction site in the middle of the night."
Hu Biao, who was puzzled, complained silently in his heart.
At the same time, because of the inexplicable guilty feeling in his heart, he decided to stay away from this woman as much as possible, the farther away, the better.
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At 8:08 a.m. the next day, at the second phase construction site of the Maocheng factory of an ink company in the island country, there was a festive scene with gongs and drums roaring and firecrackers blasting.
Greeted by Lao Wang, the contractor who nodded and bowed, several men who looked like big shots appeared on this suburban construction site.
These well-dressed big shots, after a polite exchange of greetings at the gate of the construction site, came to the stage in front of the row of construction machinery and began the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the resumption of work.
In such a process, with Hu Biao's current social status, he was not qualified to even get close.
To be more precise, this guy was wearing a camouflage uniform and helmet newly issued by the construction site, and a reflective vest on top.
Like other workers, they stood with their legs spread apart and put their hands behind their backs, which together became a background for this ceremony.
Hu Biao had no dissatisfaction with such a scene.
Because it was said that Lao Wang, the contractor, had a heavy hemorrhage today at noon. In addition to preparing a few tables for the big shots in the big hotel, there would also be extra meals in the canteen at the construction site.
The good news that he could eat braised pork and chicken drumsticks at will made him feel quite good.
Then, he saw Da Bolian, wearing a cheongsam and holding a plate, appearing among the hostesses.
What should be said should not be said!
This girl, who had obviously dressed up carefully, was the most outstanding one among a group of professional etiquette girls. Her figure and appearance were the most outstanding.
Especially the pair of long and straight white legs, which is a feast for the eyes.
So much so that all the greasy old men around Hu Biao were a little dumbfounded; only Hu Biao was thinking about other things and his mind was in a state of emptiness, so he didn't pay attention to the ribbon-cutting process at all...
After the ribbon cutting, the resumption ceremony was not completely over yet. After all, all the big shots were here and they had to walk around the construction site anyway.
The problem is, when such a long line of people passed by tool men like Hu Biao, something happened.
The new person in charge of the island country's Maocheng factory suddenly stopped when he walked in front of Hu Biao.
Then, for some unknown purpose, the Japanese patted Hu Biao's shoulder warmly and said: "Very strong construction workers. With such workers, the progress of the project will definitely be ideal."
Not to mention that other people laughed in amusement after hearing this sentence.
In an instant, Hu Biao's whole scalp went numb.
Damn it! After Hu Biao withdrew his attention, he discovered that the new Japanese person in charge of the island country's factory actually had a 60% similarity in appearance with the Kitahara Shihiro whom he had knocked stupid.
Especially based on the other party's actions of patting the shoulder and talking, Hu Biao seriously doubted whether his sap-slapping incident had been exposed.
"What's going on? Why does this Japs look so much like Kitahara Shihiro who was beaten stupidly?"
After the man walked away, Hu Biao muttered instinctively.
At this time, Da Bolian, who was following the team to make up the numbers, happened to walk up to Hu Biao and muttered to himself: "Of course! This Mr. Kitahara Kumaji is Kitahara Shihiro's biological brother."