Since three o'clock in the afternoon, Director Yang and several deputy directors have been waiting at the gate of the steel rolling mill.
A deputy factory director stepped on his feet and looked into the distance: "Old Yang, why haven't you seen the convoy yet?"
"Maybe it's delaying things. As you know, hunting in the mountains is different from working in our workshop. The environment on the mountains is complex, and things may go wrong. Please be more patient." Director Yang clasped his hands behind his back, looking like an old man.
As if.
Just kidding, in order to successfully complete the hunting mission this time, the Armed Forces Department brought all the machine guns, except for the mortars. Even if the mountains were full of tigers and leopards, they could only escape with their tails between their legs.
There is absolutely no problem with winning, it just depends on how big the results can be achieved!
Today is a rest day, and some workers who got the news came from home to join in the fun.
"How many good things do you think Director Li can get when he goes hunting in the mountains this time?"
"I think we can hunt at least three tigers and two leopards!"
"At that time, each of us can get half a catty of meat, take it home and make dumplings, and have a delicious meal."
“Tiger meat dumplings, hey, that’s a good idea!”
....
Just as the workers were discussing in full swing, someone suddenly shouted: "Look, Director Li and the others are back."
Director Yang was discussing with several deputy directors how to distribute the meat. When he heard this, he turned his head and looked into the distance.
Isn't that right? Several large trucks were slowly driving towards this direction in the golden sunset.
He waved his hand: "Chief Zhang, according to the scheduled plan, we will welcome our heroes back to the factory."
"yes!"
Section Chief Zhang waved to a young man, who raised a bamboo pole and lit the firecrackers hanging on the bamboo pole.
Crackling!
Dong Dong Qiang, Dong Dong Qiang!
The gate of the steel rolling mill.
The gongs and drums shook the sky, and the colorful flags fluttered (none).
The literary and art specialist of the Propaganda Section performed a yangko dance (no one did either).
In a cheerful atmosphere, Li Donglai arrived at the gate of the steel rolling mill in a truck.
Before the truck could stop, the workers rushed up and surrounded the truck.
"Oh my God, there are so many prey. This hunting team has made great achievements this time!"
"Yeah, I was just kidding when I said half a catty to each person. Think about it, we have more than 10,000 employees in the steel rolling mill, and half a catty to each person is five thousand catties."
"Now I see that the prey on this truck is far more than five thousand catties."
"I'll buy leeks later and make tiger meat and leek dumplings."
At this time, Li Donglai had just opened the door and jumped out of the truck. When he heard this, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
What are they, tiger meat and leek dumplings?
"Comrade Donglai, are you okay?" Director Yang had already walked over at this time, took two quick steps and grabbed him.
"It's okay..." Li Donglai stood up straight and saluted Director Yang: "Reporting to the leader, the hunting team lived up to high expectations and successfully completed the mission!"
"Okay, okay! Comrade Donglai, you have made great contributions to our steel rolling mill this time." Director Yang was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth.
Just now, he was discussing with several deputy factory directors how to distribute the prey caught this time.
I originally planned to use this harvest to celebrate the factory, but now I see that the hunting team has brought back so many prey, I thought, don't tell me, except for those who celebrate the factory, it can really be distributed to the workers, so that
They took it home and enjoyed it with their wives, children and children.
Although it is winter and the temperature is relatively low, fresh meat cannot be left for too long.
After weighing the matter, Factory Director Yang decided to hold a factory-wide meat distribution meeting. Workers who had been resting at home rushed back from all directions after receiving the news.
Pieces of various meats were divided into small pieces by the chefs headed by Nan Yi and distributed to the workers.
In these days, ordinary people would only be willing to buy some meat during the Chinese New Year. Now I was carrying something that I didn’t know whether it was tiger meat or leopard meat, and my face suddenly lit up with joy, and the steel rolling mill became a happy place.
ocean.
In the eyes of the workers, Li Donglai also changed from a workshop director who could get foreign exchange to a brave old hunter.
.....
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the burning clouds on the horizon are beautiful.
The employees working in the steel rolling mill in the courtyard each carried a piece of fresh meat and returned to the courtyard with their heads held high.
When the residents of the courtyard saw the fresh meat, they all gathered around.
"Si Zhu, what kind of meat is this? Where did you get it?" Yan Jiecheng asked curiously.
Silly Zhu was very proud: "You don't know this, right? This is tiger meat, a benefit from our steel rolling mill."
"Tiger meat? Good guys, did you go hunting in the steel rolling mill?"
"It was the master of our courtyard who brought it." Standing at the door of Yan's house, Shazhu felt a little nervous, stopped talking to Yan Jiecheng, turned around and ran towards the middle courtyard.
really.
As soon as his figure passed through the Crescent Gate, Yan Bugui rushed out of the house when he heard the sound.
Seeing that Silly Zhu had left, he stamped his feet and reprimanded Yan Jiecheng with some regret: "Why didn't you keep him for a while?"
Yan Jiecheng scratched his head and said with some confusion: "Dad, you don't know who Silly Zhu is. It's impossible for you to snatch the meat away from him."
"You are really a fool. Who said you wanted to snatch the meat?" Yan Bugui shook his head and said, "Won't you reach out and grab two handfuls of the meat?"
"What's the use of grabbing two handfuls?"
"Silly, really stupid!" Yan Bugui was annoyed that Yan Jiecheng couldn't calculate, and taught him carefully: "There is oil on the meat. Think about it. If you catch the meat and wash your hands in the basin when you go home, the oil will reach the basin."
Is it in? We can eat without oil for several days."
Yan Jiecheng fell silent.
At this time, the third aunt came out and rolled her eyes at Yan Bugui: "You are good at scheming. If our family had not been fired from the steel rolling mill, we might have been able to get a share of meat now. In the final analysis,
It’s because I refused to help at that time.”
In the past, after just dealing with Yan Jiecheng, the third aunt did not complain about Li Donglai so much.
After all, Yan Jiecheng went too far and even wanted to use Yu Li to frame Li Donglai.
Li Donglai did not send him into the fence, which was a great honor to the Yan family.
But.
As time went by, after Yan Jiecheng was fired, he could only work as a temporary worker in a textile factory. He also fished for three days and dried nets for two days. He could only earn less than ten yuan a month. How could he work in a steel rolling mill?
You can earn more when you work as a regular worker.
The third aunt gradually became resentful towards Li Donglai.
Yan Bugui sighed and said, "Old lady, I've already explained this to you. The fault lies entirely with our family, and we can't blame anyone else."
The third aunt also knew this, and murmured in a low voice: "I also know, isn't it because our family can't make money and can't marry a wife, and they feel depressed?"
The words of the two people reached Yan Jiecheng's ears and seemed particularly harsh.
Tonight was the time for action. Yan Jiecheng was a little worried about being caught by the people from the security department of the textile factory, and he felt a little discouraged.
This will suddenly strengthen my belief.
He turned around and said to Yan Bugui and the third aunt: "Don't worry, I, Yan Jiecheng, will definitely make a lot of money!" After saying that, he turned around and entered the house.
He had to take advantage of the time and take a good rest before facing the night's action.
Looking at Yan Jiecheng's back, Yan Bugui always felt that something was wrong and said worriedly: "Old lady, is Jie Cheng making another crooked idea?"
"No, Jie Cheng did a few unreliable things a while ago, but after our education, he has repented and rehabilitated himself!" The third aunt looked firm.
.....
The Jia family in the middle courtyard.
Qin Huairu, Banggan, and Huang Yanling were sitting at the door chatting.
Seeing Sha Zhu holding a piece of meat in his hand, she subconsciously wanted to stand up and take the meat.
Suddenly I remembered that this is no longer the case.
Silly Zhu has been married a long time ago and is no longer the fool who gave her lunch boxes.
Huang Yanling looked at the piece of meat and said with some envy: "It's half a catty. If it is made into stew, it will definitely be delicious."
Banggeng rolled his eyes: "What kind of stew? This kind of meat should be braised in brown sauce to have the flavor."
"stew!"
“Braised!”
....
Listening to the quarrel between the two, Qin Huairu felt sad in her heart.
I heard that Li Donglai brought back a lot of meat from Qinjiagou this time.
He has made great contributions to the steel rolling mill, and the steel rolling mill will definitely give him a lot of meat.
If she could have persisted for a few more years, then the meat would definitely be hers, and Ding Qiunan had nothing to do with it.
I regret it!
....
The night is pitch black.
The night is quiet.
At 2:30 in the middle of the night, Zhou Bapi is at a point.
Outside the wall of the textile factory, two sneaky figures suddenly appeared.
Both of them were wearing cotton-padded jackets and felt hats, and their whole bodies were wrapped so tightly that their appearance could not be seen clearly.
But their voices betrayed their identities.
Huang Yanling rubbed her hands and said, "It's so cold. We have been waiting here for half an hour and we haven't seen Yan Jiecheng yet. Isn't this kid letting us go?"
"Probably not. We are a steel rolling mill that came together with Yan Jiecheng. Besides, if Yan Jiecheng can get the big deal this time, he won't let the money go unearned." Banggeng was also feeling numb from the cold, but he didn't dare
If there is a big move, I am afraid that the security officers of the textile factory will discover it.
Once this kind of thing is discovered, there is only one ending, which is squatting on the fence.
The two of them waited outside the fence for more than an hour, when suddenly two packages fell from the fence.
The package landed with a dull sound.
Banggeng raised his head and saw Yan Jiecheng riding on the wall, gesturing to him.
Bangge lowered his voice and said: "Don't worry, I will send these things to the pigeon market right now. You can wait at home to divide the money."
Yan Jiecheng then turned around and climbed down from the wall.
At this time, Huang Yanling had already held the package against her body.
She estimated the weight and said with a smile: "Bang Ge, we are rich this time. We have more than a dozen pieces of cloth!"
"What kind of fortune is this? We can only get half of it, and the bulk has to be given to Yan Jiecheng." Bangge said with some annoyance. Halfway through, he stopped and looked at Huang Yanling, "Yanling, how about we give it to Yan Ling?"
Are these pieces of cloth stolen? Anyway, this kind of thing is illegal. Even if Yan Jiecheng knows about it, he doesn't dare to do anything to us? "
Looking at Banggeng's appearance of being obsessed with money, Huang Yanling really regretted marrying him.
He rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Banggen, are you stupid? With just a dozen pieces of cloth, even if we sell them all in the pigeon market, we can only make thirty or forty yuan! But we
Don’t even think about doing business with Yan Jiecheng again in the future.”
"But...but...when I think that we took such a big risk and only got a tiny bit of profit, I'm really unconvinced." Banggan gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Jiecheng has an insider in the textile factory.
, maybe even bribed the security officer, he only needs to carry the cloth out of the warehouse and throw it out, without taking any risks, but can get most of the profits, is this appropriate? "
Huang Yanling looked at Bangge's helpless and furious look, and shook her head helplessly.
Compared with Yan Jiecheng, Bangge is far behind.
Under normal circumstances, Huang Yanling would have stopped paying attention to Banggeng, but now Banggeng is considered a partner. If she really had second thoughts and ruined her long-term plan, things would be in trouble.
Huang Yanling could only bear her temper and persuaded her: "Banggan, you have to know that this job is given by Yan Jiecheng. If there is no one, we can only lie at home and sleep, and we won't even get half of it. Besides,
Well, Yan Jiecheng also cooperated with others, and he would definitely have to distribute it to those people. He probably didn't earn much in the end.
Also, the half percent this time may only be three or four yuan, but as long as we do it more often, won’t we make more money?”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing this, Bangge could only nod helplessly: "That's right. If you do it thirty times a month, you can earn one hundred and twenty yuan. Compared with
It’s much better to work in the factory.”
The two of them were talking and had already arrived at the pigeon market.
In recent years, as the shortage of supplies has worsened, there have been fewer and fewer supplies on the market, and the pigeon market has become prosperous.
It turns out that those selling goods and tickets were still huddled in a small alley next to Xizhimen.
Now you can even see vendors setting up stalls on the streets.
Moreover, there are more and more people buying goods, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going on the two streets.
Comrades in the sub-district office are naturally aware of this situation.
However, since ancient times, no one has cared about hungry people.
As long as there are no contraband items such as antiques appearing in the pigeon market, the authorities will turn a blind eye.
Bangge was born and raised in the capital, and was no stranger to the pigeon market. He entered the pigeon market with ease, carrying a piece of cloth.
He placed the cloth on the ground, then illuminated it with a flashlight, and shouted loudly: "The defective cloth from the factory is cheap and economical. Don't miss it if you are passing by!"
Although the current pigeon market was more arrogant in the past, I have never seen anyone as arrogant as Bangge.
When people sell things, they spread newspapers in front of them and put samples on the newspapers. For example, those who buy millet put a handful of millet, and those who sell mung beans put a handful of mung beans. The real goods are hidden in hidden places.
location.
After the price is negotiated here, the customer will be led to pick up the goods.
Who would shout so loudly like Bangge?
This is no longer a pigeon market, it has become a vegetable market.