Chapter 6: Neighbors are worse than opposite doors
After coming out of Chen Rongkun's place, Qin Hai smiled and asked Ning Mo: "What, Ning Mo, is your father also from this factory?"
Ning Mo nodded, pointed at Yu Haitao and Miao Lei, and said, "The three of us are children of the agricultural machinery factory. Miss Yu's father is the deputy section chief of the finance department, and Leizi's father is the director of the foundry workshop."
"Why didn't you say your dad was the factory director?" Yu Haitao couldn't help but reveal Ning Mo's background.
"He is the director of the research office now, right?" Ning Mo retorted. After that, he turned back to Qin Hai and explained: "My old man used to be the director of the agricultural machinery factory. He was relegated to the second line the year before last. Now he is the research office.
The director is actually standing aside."
"It turns out that the three of you are all yamen of our factory. I'm disrespectful." Qin Hai said with a smile. The son of a cadre in a small agricultural machinery factory does not make Qin Hai feel that sacred, but he can borrow his identity.
Just kidding, it's a harmless thing.
"What is Yanei?" Miao Lei, who loves learning, asked curiously.
Qin Haidao: "You are the young masters of officials' families. If you were in ancient times, you would be able to carry a caged bird and take a bunch of useless servants to the streets to rape good women every day."
"Hahahaha!" Ning Mo and others were all amused by Qin Hai. This kind of joke from later generations was really humorous to people back then. Ning Mo laughed while waving his bear paw and patting Qin Hai desperately.
His shoulders were only short of beating Qin Hai into a meat pie.
After laughing for a while, Yu Haitao said: "Qin Hai, you have just arrived at Qingfeng Factory and don't understand the situation. What kind of yamen are we? Qingfeng Factory has been losing money for the past two years and it is almost impossible to open the pot. Now the factory can only make basic payments.
In terms of wages, old workers can't even reimburse their medical expenses. Our brothers earn more than 20 yuan as apprentice wages, and all of them have to be paid to the family. If you want to buy a pack of cigarettes, you have to go out and hunt pheasants to earn it."
"Hunting pheasants?" Qin Hai was cold.
"It's just to start a small business by yourself." Miao Lei explained for Yu Haitao, "Like what we are doing today, we get some scraps from the factory, make a few shovels, hoes, etc., sell them to my cousin, and earn some pocket money."
"Oh, that's what I mean." Qin Hai was relieved. He knew that the "old cousin" Miao Lei mentioned was a general term for farmers in the city. Although it did not mean any praise or criticism, it could reflect the identity of the speaker.
A sense of superiority.
While they were talking, several people had already arrived in front of the single building. It was a two-story tube building that looked to be old. The walls and windows looked dusty. When they walked into the single building, a warm air hit their faces.
Along with the smell of cooking, the smell of sweat on people's bodies, and the smell of water in the bathroom. There is a briquette stove at the door of every room in the corridor, and men and women are busy making dinner while communicating loudly.
With all kinds of gossip information.
The dormitory assigned to Qin Hai by Chen Rongkun was on the second floor of the single building. Several people walked up the wooden stairs. Miao Lei walked in front, reminding Qin Hai as he walked: "Qin Hai, be careful where you step.
The wood is rotten and will fall if you don't step on it properly."
"Thank you Lei Zi." Qin Hai responded.
Everyone went upstairs and came to the door of room number 208. When Qin Hai was taking out the key to open the door, the door opposite opened and a girl's head poked out.
"Fat man, who are you looking for?" The girl recognized Ning Mo and asked him.
This is the third time Qin Hai has heard someone call Ning Mo this way. It seems that Ning Mo, the fat man's nickname, is a household name in Qingfeng Factory. Considering that Ning Mo's father is the former director of the factory, it is surprising that his son has received such attention.
Not surprising either.
"Wang Xiaochen, it turns out you live across the street." Ning Mo knew the girl. He pointed at Qin Hai and said, "This is Qin Hai, my buddy. He graduated from the Agricultural Machinery Technical School and was assigned to our factory.
I work here and I will live across the street from you from now on."
"Oh?" The girl looked at Qin Hai with interest, and said with a smile: "It's so small, about the same age as my brother."
"Haha, then I will recognize a sister first." Qin Hai is an easy-going person. Hearing what the other party said, he followed her words and said, "A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, and a close neighbor is not as good as the opposite door. From now on, I will rely on Sister Xiaochen to protect me.
It’s on.”
"Hahahaha..." Wang Xiaochen laughed so hard, "As expected of someone who has read books, his words are so humorous. By the way, your name is Qin Hai, right? I am 20 years old, how old are you?"
"I'm 18." Qin Hai replied.
"One year older than my brother." Wang Xiaochen nodded seriously, revised his previous statement, and then asked enthusiastically: "Have you eaten? Today is Sunday, the cafeteria opened early, and there is no food now. I cooked it.
Sweet potato porridge, do you want some?"
"No, Wang Xiaochen." Ning Mo refused on Qin Hai's behalf, "We will invite Qin Hai out for dinner later. Let's help him clean up his room now."
"Well, when did Fatty become so generous?" Wang Xiaochen said, "Then you can pack it up. If you need anything, come to me and get it."
"Thank you Xiaochen." Qin Hai bowed his hand to Wang Xiaochen, but this affectionate name made another girl blush.
Wang Xiaochen went back to his room. Qin Hai opened his door with the key and pushed the door open. The room was quite clean. There were some junk abandoned by the previous owner on the floor. They were all of little value. They were placed along the wall.
There is a single bed with an iron frame. The bed board is slightly slumped, but it is probably not broken for a while. There is a very old writing table next to the window, the kind with two drawers on it and a small cabinet on the side.
"Head heavy", there is a wooden armchair next to the desk, which is all the furniture in the room.
On the wall next to the bed in the room, there was an expired movie poster. On the poster, a beautiful woman showed her neat teeth and smiled at Qin Hai. Qin Hai recognized that this was Sister Liu in her youth.
"Put your luggage down and let's go out to eat." Qin Hai said, "This house is not dirty. I can just clean it up when I get back."
Ning Mo immediately agreed: "Okay, let's leave quickly. I've been tired all afternoon and I'm starving."
Several people threw their luggage on the single bed, then clapped their hands and walked out. Although these people did not have the life of the yamen, they were somewhat of the yamen's indolent character. After hearing Qin Hai say that he could clean the room, they just
I feel relieved.
At that time, not many people had spare money to eat out, so there were only two or three restaurants in the entire eastern suburbs industrial zone. Ning Mo and the others rode Qin Hai for more than a mile and came to a famous restaurant.
I walked into a small private restaurant called "Weimin Restaurant".
"Boss Kong, Boss Kong!" Ning Mo shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.
"Come on, come on." A middle-aged fat man, one size smaller than Ning Mo, came in response. When he saw Ning Mo, he chuckled and said, "Fat man, are you here to eat?"
"My friend is here. For ten yuan, you can choose the best dish." Ning Mo handed the ten yuan that he had planned to give to Qin Hai into Boss Kong's hand, and then ordered: "Get a bottle of loose wine."
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"Wow, ten yuan!" Boss Kong's eyes lit up. In addition to eating and drinking with public funds, it is a rare thing for ordinary people to go out to eat with ten yuan. Boss Kong is quite familiar with Ningmo and the others.
A young man comes here for a tooth festival about every half a month, and every time he only scrapes together two or three dollars pitifully to fry a meat dish and a vegetarian dish. A shot like this can cost ten yuan at a time.
Qian's behavior has never appeared in Boss Kong's memory.
"What, Fatty, where did your friend come from?" Boss Kong asked curiously.
"My buddy, he graduated from the Agricultural Machinery Technical School and just came to work at our Qingfeng Factory." Ning Mo is a straightforward person who always answers all questions. He has already introduced Qin Hai several times in this time.
This introduction was of no value to Boss Kong. He nodded to Qin Hai and smiled, then ran to the back and started cooking. As soon as he walked away, there was a thin and weak person on the back of his feet.
The half-grown girl ran out and brought a small pile of sunflower seeds and a small pile of fried soybeans to Ningmo's table, letting them eat snacks while waiting for the dishes.
"It cost you money." Qin Hai had no objection to Ning Mo's arrangement and just thanked him lightly.
"This is actually your money." Ning Mo said, "Qin Hai, I really admire you. You are capable and don't care about money. If you were other bachelors in the single building, it would only cost you one yuan, not to mention ten yuan.
They will hold on to money so tightly, how could they be like you and not even look at it."
"Yes, yes, Qin Hai, you are so generous!" Yu Haitao and Miao Lei also praised.
Before, Ningmo wanted to pay Qin Hai ten yuan, which made Yu Haitao and Miao Lei feel a little distressed. But then Qin Hai insisted not to pay him, which made them feel that Qin Hai was a very generous person. Ning Mo deserves to be the factory director.
Although the young master was short of money, he still regarded money as dirt. Qin Hai refused the ten yuan, so he simply used the ten yuan to treat Qin Hai to dinner, which was regarded as fulfilling his wish.
While everyone was chatting, a figure flashed outside the door, and another guest came in. This was a middle-aged man wearing a wrinkled suit. The dark complexion on his face revealed his true identity, letting people know that he was not who he was.
Gao Fushuai. He walked straight to a table and sat down. He threw a heavy snakeskin bag in his hand on the ground, making a metallic clanking sound.
"Xiao Fang!" the middle-aged man shouted in the direction of the kitchen.
The half-grown girl from earlier ran out and stood in front of the middle-aged man, waiting for his orders.
"One portion of stir-fried dried beans, one plate of peanuts, and half a catty of loose wine." The middle-aged man said in a slightly tired voice.
"Chief Xiao, come to our table and let's eat together." Ning Mo stood up and shouted to the middle-aged man.
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