The black Santana was parked outside the factory gate.
Inside the gate, four people were riding bicycles to leave the factory.
"You guys stop!"
A person walked out of the guard room and stopped four people who were trying to go out.
"Chief Yang, our brewery has been sold to a private person and is no longer owned by the state. You don't need to be so loyal to your duties." The man who spoke was sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked, not like a kind person.
He was riding on the 28 bars, pedaling one foot and stepping on the ground with the other. He faced Yang Zhibin, the security section chief, who was walking over with a playful smile.
"Wang Liang, stop smiling at me and open the box!"
Yang Zhibin kept his temper and glanced at the large cardboard box carried on the back rack of the four-person bicycle.
"Chief Yang, smoke."
Wang Liang took out a box of Hongtashan cigarettes from his trouser pocket and handed it to Yang Zhibin.
Hongta Mountain.
It’s a pretty good smoke nowadays.
Many ordinary people in Toyokawa smoke "Yingbin" without a filter.
"I'll let you open the box!"
Yang Zhibin looked serious and determined to stop the four people.
Wang Liang's smile disappeared and he said: "Mr. Yang, now that the brewery is a private enterprise, your title as a section chief is useless. Don't toast and you will be fined!"
"If you don't want to open the box, I'll open it for you!"
Yang Zhibin stepped forward to move the cardboard box.
"Fuck him!"
Wang Liang showed his fierce look.
The four people put away their bicycles and rushed towards Yang Zhibin.
Yang Zhibin grabbed Wang Liang's fist.
Wang Liang screamed.
Another person jumped up and kicked Yang Zhibin.
Yang Zhibin waved his arm and threw Wang Liang towards the guy who was kicking him.
The two collided and rolled to the ground.
At the same time, Yang Zhibin was sliding like he was walking through mud, and hit a person with a stick against the mountain. The person knocked down four bicycles, and the cardboard boxes on the rear rack of the bicycles broke, and empty beer bottles rolled out one by one.
Of the four, only one survived.
This guy was shocked by Yang Zhibin and panicked.
Outside the gate.
In the Santana sedan.
"It's not easy for the security section chief to knock down three people in one or two seconds!" Song Xiaojun sighed.
"It's really not simple."
Chen Hao saw that Yang Zhibin was just playing around with the three of them, without even using any of his efforts.
"Bring empty wine bottles out..."
Zhao Zhiqiang frowned when he saw the empty wine bottles rolling on the ground.
Chen Haodao: "Empty beer bottles are sold to scrap collectors. Each can be sold for 15 to 20 cents. A cardboard box as big as this can hold at least 30 beer bottles, which costs five or six yuan. This happens every day. Beer bottles are exchanged for
The money is more than the average person’s salary.”
"The waste collectors will most likely collect the beer bottles and sell them to the brewery."
Song Xiaojun shook his head sadly.
In recent years, state-owned enterprises have experienced endless chaos. How can they avoid losing money?
"This is also the reason why the system must be reformed."
Chen Hao was not filled with indignation, but looked calm and continued to watch the excitement.
The young boss didn't get out of the car, so Zhao Zhiqiang and Song Xiaojun could only stay in the car.
The three people who were knocked down by Yang Zhibin got up with bared teeth.
They had heard that Yang Zhibin, who came to the brewery from the army, was a scout who went deep behind enemy lines and was invincible.
They had scoffed at such rumors before, but at this moment they believed it, but were not convinced. They all glared at Yang Zhibin.