Zhang Xueqiang's change from being arrogant to respectful later made Huang Jun very puzzled.
On the way back, Huang Jun couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked casually: "Director, you fired me first and then asked me to go back. What do you mean?"
"Hey," Zhang Xueqiang explained with a smile on his face: "I found that my little brother is a talented person, so I let you go, and I feel ashamed in my heart."
There was a driver in the car, so Zhang Xueqiang couldn't say that he was forced by Wang Yihui, so he had to express his attitude tactfully.
Huang Jun glanced at him, confused, but stopped asking.
Returning to the factory again, Huang Jun thought about going to the warehouse immediately and tidying up the shelves he encountered, but Zhang Xueqiang was unwilling and had to invite him to sit in the factory director's office.
Seeing how polite he was, Huang Jun simply agreed.
Zhang Xueqiang's office is very luxurious, with a grand decoration style, but it has a strong nouveau riche vibe.
Huang Jun sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, tasting the new tea that had just been launched, and couldn't help his curiosity again: "Director Zhang, tell me clearly, what is going on? You can't seem to tell whether I am a talent or not.
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Zhang Xueqiang sat opposite him, filled the teapot with water, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, what is your relationship with Wang Yihui Wang?"
"Wang Yihui? Do you know him?" Huang Jun asked thoughtfully when he heard the name.
"Our factory has business dealings with him, and he is our relatively large customer." Zhang Xueqiang explained.
Huang Jun nodded, stood up with a smile in his eyes, and said: "Okay, I understand. Factory director, I just work for you. Don't be too polite to me. That's meaningless. It's your fault.
The bowl is under your control and gone."
Huang Jun waved his hands and left. Zhang Xueqiang quickly got up to see him off.
Back in the warehouse, Huang Jun was packing up the precision parts while thinking depressedly. It was boring now, and I might not be able to have some quiet time.
Huang Jung just restored the shelves to their original positions when Zhang Xueqiang walked in with Song Qiaoman.
Song Qiaoman seemed reluctant, walking slowly and lowering her head, wondering what she was thinking about.
"Little brother, I brought Qiaoman here for you." Zhang Xueqiang glanced at Huang Jun. Seeing that Huang Jun didn't express anything, he immediately looked at his cousin seriously: "Qiaoman, what you did before was wrong.
Why don’t you apologize to Brother Huang quickly?”
Song Qiaoman looked up at Huang Jun and said without sincerity: "Huang Jun, I apologize to you, I was wrong."
After saying that, she simply turned around and left.
"Look at this girl?!" Zhang Xueqiang pretended to be angry and glanced at Song Qiaoman, then looked at Huang Jun with a smile: "This girl is very angry, brother Huang, don't mind, I will go back and train her properly."
Huang Jun watched the two of them acting, but he didn't expose it. He waved his hands indifferently and said: "Director, this matter has changed. Don't mention it."
"Hey," Zhang Xueqiang responded happily, and hesitantly asked Huang Jun for his opinion: "Little brother, let's get together at noon? We won't go out, just in the restaurant."
Huang Jun nodded: "Okay, thank you very much, director. If you have something to do, go and do it first."
"Come on." Seeing that Huang Jun was so talkative, Zhang Xueqiang immediately left the warehouse.
As soon as he went out, Zhang Xueqiang saw Song Qiaoman.
She leaned against the wall and stared at it. When she saw Zhang Xueqiang coming out, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Cousin, why are you so polite to him? Isn't it just an order? Do you deserve to be insulted by yourself?"
Zhang Xueqiang glared at her and analyzed patiently: "Qiaoman, you said Wang Yihui dared to scare me with an order of 300 million, and Huang Jun's position in his heart is not low? If we take down Huang Jun, can we take more
order?”
Song Qiaoman shook his head and said angrily: "Do I have to sell it to him? There are many buyers in the market."
"You stupid girl." Zhang Xueqiang looked at her angrily and said, "You know the general situation in China. There is a serious overcapacity in steel production. Many small factories cannot continue to work and are losing money every day. Wang Yihui, I am
We talked about it shamelessly."
"You know how many competitors I had back then, more than 200. Let me tell you, Wang Yihui wants to popularize zigzag steel structure residential buildings in China, and the steel consumption will be overwhelming. If we stick to him, we will eat for the rest of our lives.
Don’t worry about wearing it.”
"Then Chu Ding, can this Huang Jun influence Wang Yihui's decision-making? They are businessmen, how can they be emotional." Song Qiaoman said calmly.
Zhang Xueqiang frowned after hearing this, and nodded with a sense of reason: "It seems to be the same reason. Qiaoman, I invited him to have dinner at the restaurant at noon today. During the meal, you sincerely apologize to him.
.By the way, if you try to trick him, what is his relationship with Wang Yihui?"
"Why is it me again?" Song Qiaoman glared at him: "If I don't do it, you can find someone else. I'm not a bartender, so why do I stand in front of you?"
Zhang Xueqiang glanced at her: "Haven't we Qiaoman drank foreign ink and seen the world? Girl, you should help your brother. Once this is done, I will never interfere with your marriage in the future."
"Deal." Having achieved his goal, Song Qiaoman agreed very simply.
At lunch time, Zhang Xueqiang appeared at the door of the precision parts warehouse on time.
Huang Jun didn't show any pretense and followed him to the restaurant.
Seeing the factory director and his team surrounding Huang Jun in blue overalls, the walking employees immediately stopped and began to whisper among themselves.
"Who is that person? Why is he so proud?" an employee asked curiously.
"Looks like he's new here. He looks familiar." Someone guessed.
"It seems that the warehouse manager of precision parts has only been on the job for two days. This guy has a lot of skills. What is his identity? The factory director actually stepped in personally?" A male employee who once had a relationship with Huang Jun put his arms around his wife and explained to his colleagues.
, and became puzzled.
"It's hard to see someone in blue overalls receiving such treatment. Could it be that a relative of the big boss came here to experience life?" an employee speculated.
Looking at the employees stationed at the ** for talks, Zhang Xueqiang looked at Huang Jun with a smile. We support you and give you enough face, so you should be secretly happy?
Huang Jun walked with a calm expression, listening to the whispers and sighs of disapproval. Zhang Xueqiang wanted to satisfy my vanity, but it's a pity that I no longer care about the opinions of outsiders.
Under the watchful eyes of blue-collar workers, Huang Jun went up to the second floor. Under the watchful eyes of red-collar workers, he went up to the third floor.
The layout of the third floor is completely different from the first floor. It is quiet and luxuriously decorated.
The cold wind blew and everyone sat down.
"Brother Huang, what kind of wine should you drink, Moutai, Wuliangye?" Zhang Xueqiang asked.
"Drink tea, I have to go to work in the afternoon." Without Xiaoyu to help break down the alcohol, Huang Jun did not dare to drink too much.
"Drink more." Zhang Xueqiang advised.
The people sitting at the table were all senior officials of the factory. They were a little surprised and confused when they saw Zhang Xueqiang's politeness to Huang Jun. They just kicked him out in the morning, why did he come back again? What kind of medicine was sold in Director Zhang's gourd?
Woolen cloth?
Zhang Xueqiang didn't intend to explain, but kept urging him to eat and drink. Huang Jun was also polite, and besides not drinking, he just ate vegetables.
After Zhang Xueqiang's repeated gestures, Song Qiaoman mustered up the courage to pick up the wine glass, looked at Huang Jun sincerely, and said: "Huang Jun, I apologize to you and ask for your forgiveness. I'll punish myself with a drink, you can do whatever you want."
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After speaking, Song Qiaoman poured a glass of wine into his mouth.
Huang Jun glanced at her, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Putting down the tea cup, he said: "I am a newcomer and don't know anything. I hope you will give me more advice from my seniors in the future."
The company leaders present finally saw the problem. Huang Jun's identity was unusual.
Sun Maotong, Huang Jun's introducer to the factory, frowned at him and quickly made a mental calculation. He went back to find Sun Jiaqian and asked him what he did before.
After finishing the meal, Huang Jun got up and said he was going to work.
Zhang Xueqiang stood up to see him off. Song Qiaoman frowned, with a face full of displeasure. He spent the entire afternoon smiling and didn't ask anything. Huang Jun was like an old man who only laughed when he encountered problems.
Returning to the warehouse, thinking about what happened today, Huang Jun shook his head. He has become a celebrity in the factory, and it will not be fun in the future.
The afternoon work suddenly became very busy. Many male and female employees came to the warehouse to hang out. Huang Jun did his duty and greeted them politely.
Seeing that Huang Jun was acting very ordinary and couldn't find any useful information, everyone left disappointed.
After sending everyone away, Huang Jun bared his teeth and grinned. Everyone's gossip mentality is really strong. Here, you can develop a state of not being surprised by flattery and humiliation. It's a good job.
The day's work is finally over.
When Huang Jun left the factory on his electric bicycle, the discerning employees looked at Huang Jun's vehicle and exclaimed in surprise.
He actually rides an electric bike instead of driving a car. Is he trying to keep a low profile, or is everyone misunderstanding?
The factory director actually treated him with great courtesy. What was his intention?
