Li Wenjun saw Liu Hu's eyes were red and smiled: "Let's do this. Comrade Liu Hu's salary will be returned to him. I will pay for his two yuan."
Asking a hard-working person to hand over one day's wages is tantamount to cutting his flesh.
But Li Wenjun is different. He just wants the clothing factory to give him one less piece of clothing, and at most two pieces of clothing.
Besides, if Liu Hu is really fined so much, he will have grudges in his heart and it will be difficult to control him.
Tan Dailei waved his hand: "Brother Wenjun, no need."
After saying that, he put the money back into Liu Hu's hand.
Liu Hu couldn't believe it: This little brat didn't want the money he got?
His eyes widened, his lips trembled, and after a while he said, "Didn't we agree? Are you looking down on me?"
Tan Dailei smiled: "The purpose of my bet with you was not to punish you, but to teach you a lesson. Now that you have been taught a lesson, that's all."
Liu Hu hesitated and collected the money.
Tan Dailei added: "In the future, when pouring concrete, we must follow the procedures set by Brother Wenjun. We must not be lazy at all."
Everyone nodded heavily: "I understand."
Tan Dailei added: "Although you don't have to pay for the bet, you have wasted the materials and as the team leader you will be punished. These few cement, sand and stones for precast concrete are only worth about thirty cents. I want to take your salary today.
It will be deducted and then added to the project cost.”
Liu Hu is now convinced: "This is what I should do. I wasted something and it's my turn to pay for it."
The rewards and punishments are clear and well-founded. This Tan Dailei is quite good.
I didn't expect that a person like Tan Dailei, a second-rate man, could have such wisdom.
Li Wenjun smiled.
If yesterday he had directly told Liu Hu that if the vibrating time was not enough and there were holes in the prefabricated concrete parts, Liu Hu would be fined to compensate for the cost, Liu Hu might not have listened to him at all, and he might have taken a gamble and done all the concrete pouring later.
They all had to do it their own way. Then yesterday, it became unusable. The damage caused cannot be covered by two dollars.
Now, Liu Hu was originally fined two yuan, but now it is fined three cents, which is not so difficult to accept.
Maybe Liu Hu was still scared at the moment. Fortunately, he listened to Tan Dailei and everyone else followed the rules honestly. How could he dare to resent Tan Dailei and fine him money.
This incident left a deep impression on him, and he would never dare to do it again in the future.
Tan Dailei said to everyone: "Okay, now that the fun is over, let's go to work quickly. If you can't complete the task today, you will be deducted."
Everyone left busy discussing.
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As soon as nine-thirty arrived, the department store bus arrived on time.
Chen Zichen was a little nervous, more nervous than when he went out to attend any meetings or meet with leaders before.
He was so afraid that he would mess up and betray Li Changming's trust.
Probably Tao Guanghui had already explained it to the person who came to hand over the goods, so the driver and workers were not surprised at all when they saw Chen Zichen, and they were all busy moving things with calm expressions.
Zhao Lin heard a sound outside, quickly took out the walkie-talkie, handed it to the person in the department store, and hurried back to the office to go to work.
Together with the workers, Chen Zichen carefully arranged the tables and chairs behind the carriage so that they would not be crushed and could lean against each other without shaking.
The driver, who had been secretly staring at him out of the corner of his eye, fearing that something might happen to him, felt relieved.
After Chen Zichen finished working with the workers, he nodded to the driver: "Thank you for your hard work, comrade driver, let's go." Then he climbed into the passenger seat.
The driver and the worker exchanged thoughtful glances and got into the driver's seat.
In fact, he was afraid that Chen Zichen would do something stupid while sitting in the back, such as setting a fire or something.
It would be nice if Chen Zichen took the initiative to sit in the front.
No matter how crazy he is, he can't do something like grab the steering wheel.
Along the way, Chen Zichen was very quiet, keeping his head down and studying a picture.
The driver quietly took a moment to glance at the picture. It turned out to be a line drawing of furniture.
It has horseshoe legs and a square table top. It looks like a stool, but the legs are so long that it doesn't seem like a stool.
"What is this?" the driver asked curiously, but immediately regretted it as soon as he said it. Why did he ask so much? It would be better to just let Chen Zichen stay quiet and not cause trouble.
Chen Zichen said without raising his head: "The high table is used to place flower pots or vases in the corner. It was generally used by wealthy families in ancient times."
The driver asked: "What are you planning to do?" This thing takes up space and is impractical, so it definitely won't be sold.
Chen Zichen shook his head: "No, I saw it in a book, so I copied it and studied it."
The driver suddenly understood and nodded, asking: "Do you really like doing carpentry?"
In fact, Tao Guanghui told him in the morning that Chen Zichen was now helping Li Wenjun make woodware, but he still didn't believe it.
Because Chen Zichen is also the son of the director of the pyrite mine of a large municipal enterprise and the chief of the technical department. How could he be reduced to doing such a craftsman's job?
There is only one possibility, that is, Li Wenjun used what Chen Zichen did before as evidence to blackmail him.
But thinking about it this way, there seems to be no need for Li Wenjun to do this. His wages have always been very fair. Even for the people who come to help transport goods, he takes out money from his dividends and gives each of them one yuan every time.
The money was paid for hard work. If Li Wenjun was really short of carpenters, he would just post a notice and a large number of people would apply immediately.
Chen Zichen responded in a muffled voice: "Yeah."
The driver didn't give up and asked again: "No one forced you?"
Chen Zichen glanced at him: "Why are you forcing me? It was because I begged the master to teach me that Li Wenjun was willing to let me work in the woodworking workshop."
Only then did the driver believe it: "It seems you really like doing this job."
Chen Zichen smiled: "Of course, you don't know how wonderful this thing is. It can turn an ordinary-looking piece of wood into all kinds of exquisite furniture and objects. And my master can make any furniture without even using a nail.
Come out, be awesome. Uh-huh."
He smiled like a proud child.
The driver was infected by him and smiled too, murmuring to himself: "That's great."
Now Chen Zichen is calm and composed, with light in his eyes. He is completely different from the crazy man who was rolling around on the floor in front of the department store with red ears and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Chen Zichen stopped laughing and said to himself: "Yes, it's great like this now."
How could he have such a stupid idea this morning to destroy what he had worked so hard to get back at Li Wenjun? He finally found something he likes to do, and there are people who are willing to tolerate him, and he can still be recognized and respected by others. How can he?
good.
Looking back now, I feel more and more that I was so stupid and deluded.
Li Wenjun must have said hello to Tao Guanghui. Tao Guanghui was willing to allow him to escort the car. This kind of heart really made him ashamed.
