Chapter 530 Dad, if you beat Mom, I’ll shout for you (10
Chapter 530 Dad, if you beat Mom, I’ll cheer you on (10,500)
"Is it so difficult for you now?" Cao Shujie asked.
This summer, Cao Shujie took a bus once, and heard the driver say at that time that their line of work was very difficult to do now.
But from what the driver in front of me said, the bus company seems to have a more difficult job.
While he was thinking about it, Cao Shujie heard the man in front of him complain: "Director Cao, not only is it hard to do the job, let's put it this way, except for those who work on your line, there is no performance pay at all for other lines of work."
"I heard this from a colleague on your line before. At that time, he asked me whether to continue working or find another way out. I couldn't give him any advice at the time, and I didn't know what he was doing.
How are you now?" Cao Shujie said.
The driver seemed to be very familiar with the person Cao Shujie was talking about. As soon as he heard it, he said: "Director Cao, you should be talking about Lao Huang, but Lao Huang changed his career a few months ago and went to the city to sell pancakes and fruits. It is said that
not bad."
It can be heard from his tone that he also wants to try a new way out like his colleague Lao Huang, so as not to die as a bus driver in the end.
After all, Pingyuan County itself is not wealthy, and the towns and villages under Pingyuan County are also not very wealthy. It is really difficult to support so many buses and bus drivers with the already poor finances.
Cao Shujie suddenly thought that if his factory opened normally, he would not even have a driver. How could this be possible?
Thinking of this, Cao Shujie asked him: "Master, what is your surname?"
"I have a humble life, so how can I have a noble surname? My surname is Song, and my name is Song Baoming."
Cao Shujie nodded and then asked: "Master Song, do you plan to change to another job?"
"What job?" Song Baoming looked interested.
Then I heard Cao Shujie say: "That's what happened. I opened a factory in the town with an investment of more than 50 million. I am installing equipment now and will open it after the year. Our company is still short of drivers. If Master Song is interested, you can
Come and have a look at our company.”
After Cao Shujie finished speaking, Song Baoming gritted his teeth and asked directly: "Director Cao, how much salary can you get in your factory?"
"It's hard to say about salary now, but it is definitely a fixed position and a fixed number of employees. The salary for each position is different. But Master Song is a veteran driver who has been driving for many years. If you come here, I can guarantee the monthly basic salary plus overtime and subsidy, and the income will not be the same."
"If it's less than 3,500 yuan, it depends on how much work Master Song does." Cao Shujie didn't finish his sentence.
In fact, many employees in his factory now earn more than 3,500 yuan in basic salary plus overtime pay.
This income is really not low.
Song Baoming was a little moved, but he still hesitated: "Director Cao, the salary in your factory is really not low. It is higher than my current income. But does your factory buy insurance?"
The reason why Song Baoming has not resigned and left to work on his own like his colleague Lao Huang is that his current job provides insurance.
He thinks that it doesn't matter if his current income is a little lower. At least when he gets older, he can at least have an income guarantee after retirement.
You must know that he is now 47 years old. According to relevant laws and regulations, he can retire and enjoy a happy life in less than 13 years.
If the pension insurance is cut off at this time, it will be a fatal blow to him in the future.
Cao Shujie seemed to know Song Baoming's concerns. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, our company is a regular company. As long as you join the company, our factory will buy insurance for every employee."
Song Baoming took a deep breath after listening, and he understood that this was a crucial step in making a choice.
When I think about the fact that the bus company I work for often delays wages and sometimes cannot pay full wages, if it happens to be the off-season for tourism in Caojiazhuang, they will not receive performance bonuses.
And with the popularity of private family cars, fewer and fewer people will take the bus.
No matter from which aspect you look at it, his job is in decline and it is difficult for him to make a big improvement.
Thinking of this, Song Baoming asked a little embarrassedly: "Director Cao, can you give me your contact information? When you start work there after the year, I will apply for the job."
"Master Song, your car drives very steadily and you are an experienced driver who has been driving for many years. Our factory is indeed looking for a driver. If you are interested, just come to work directly."
Speaking of which, Cao Shujie told him: "My company is in Qingshi Town Industrial Park. There is a Xuemeng Food Co., Ltd. there, which is easy to find."
"Stop the car at the station later and give you my mobile phone number." Cao Shujie said this.
The two of them kept chatting. Song Baoming safely and smoothly sent Cao Shujie to the stop sign at the entrance of Caojiazhuang Village. He took down Cao Shujie's phone number.
Watching Cao Shujie get out of the car and walking north, thinking about what Cao Shujie had just said, Song Baoming suddenly wanted to give it a try.
…
Besides, there is a reason why Cao Shujie poached bus drivers.
After their factory is up and running normally, a company of this nature will definitely need to buy a few box trucks or other trucks to transport goods and deliver goods normally. It is not even ruled out that the factory will later purchase its own shuttle buses and bus drivers.
But their factory currently doesn’t have a single official driver.
When Cao Shujie was chatting with Song Baoming just now, he also heard that Song Baoming was thinking about finding a job, so he said a few more words.
Cao Shujie was quite happy that Song Baoming could come to the company.
But when he walked to the door of his house, Cao Shujie's good mood disappeared.
Mengmeng was wearing a pink down jacket and was sitting at the door, leaning against the corner, holding a piece of bread in her hand and chewing on it.
There are still a few black marks on the originally fair face, but they are ash that was smeared from nowhere.
Seeing her father standing in front of her, blocking her view, Mengmeng was a little confused. She raised her head and looked at Cao Shujie: "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Mengmeng, what are you doing here?" Cao Shujie asked.
Mengmeng hesitated and said nothing.
When Cao Shujie saw this, he thought something must be wrong with his daughter.
"It's so cold outside, why doesn't your mother look for you?" Cao Shujie was even more puzzled.
Just as he was about to shout inside to call his wife over, Mengmeng said, "It was my mother who kicked me out."
"Your mother kicked you out? You just sat on the ground outside the door and suffered from the cold?"
"Get up quickly!"
Cao Shujie couldn't understand, what had his daughter done again?
"I didn't do anything. Grandma was making dumplings, and I was just playing with the dough. I just took a few more doughs and stacked them on the plane. My mother was angry and had a dark face, so she kicked me out and made me stand at the door." Meng.
Meng said.
Cao Shujie was speechless after hearing this.
Co-authored or written by Mengmeng herself.
"Mengmeng, can't you be honest for a while?" Cao Shujie asked her.
Mengmeng was still sitting on the ground, raising her head and squinting at her father: "I am very honest. It was my mother who wronged me."
Seeing his daughter's stubbornness, Cao Shujie didn't even bother to say: "Get up quickly. The new down jacket your mother just bought for you has been stained by you."
"It's okay if it's dirty. Mom, let me wash it." Mengmeng glanced at Cao Shujie again.
"Even if mom doesn't wash me, dad, you will wash me, right?"
Cao Shujie thought, even though Mengmeng is young, he has a firm grasp on him.
"Get up quickly, or your mother will come and beat you again." Cao Shujie had a headache.
Why is his daughter so naughty?
Mengmeng chuckled and handed the half-eaten bread to her father: "Dad, here it is for you."
Cao Shujie looked at the two black marks on the bread, which were as black as soot, and thought that his daughter was really dirty. She had smeared dirt on the bread, how could she eat it.
"Dad, please hold it, otherwise I won't be able to get up." Mengmeng shouted loudly.
Cao Shujie had no choice but to quickly reach out to take the bread, and then stretched out his other hand to pull his daughter up.
Who knew that Mengmeng was quite agile? She turned over, put her hands on the ground, arched her waist and stood up.
But during this process, the down jacket she was wearing hung on the edge of a small stone that was not very prominent behind her.
"Tsk"
The sound of the down jacket fabric tearing.
When Cao Shujie heard the sound, his whole body felt bad.
Mengmeng was stunned when she heard this voice. She turned back to look at the down floating out of her down jacket.
"Uh, dad... what should I do?" Mengmeng also realized the seriousness of the problem.
She also thought about asking her father to give her a clear path.
Cao Shujie just wanted to give her a trick, but the moment he raised his head, he swallowed the words that were on his lips again.
"Honey, what are you doing out in such a cold weather?" Cao Shujie shouted toward the door.
Mengmeng looked inside and saw her mother came out.
"Oh my god...Mom, why did you come out?" Mengmeng turned around subconsciously and put her hands behind her back to block the torn down jacket fabric.
But the puddle of down on the ground couldn't be covered.
Cheng Xiaolin frowned. Never at this moment did she want to kick him without hesitation.
"Mengmeng..."
Cheng Xiaolin suppressed her anger, fearing that if she couldn't control herself and slap her, Mengmeng would suffer a bloody disaster today.
"Mom, I didn't mean it."
Speaking of this, Mengmeng remembered something. She looked at her father and said, "Dad, please tell mother quickly. It was you who asked me to get up just now, and I got anxious."
Cao Shujie rolled his eyes, "My dear, what do you mean?"
Are you trying to drag him into the water?
If the down jacket is torn, it is still his responsibility.
"I didn't see anything." Cao Shujie turned around and walked toward home.
Mengmeng stopped, and she stopped protecting her back. When she saw her father walking home, she directly pushed her up and hugged his legs, saying nothing and not letting go.
Cheng Xiaolin was helpless. Mengmeng was sitting on the ground, covered in dirt, but she was not blind.
I was thinking about Mengmeng causing trouble in the house just now, throwing the dumpling wrappers they rolled out on the floor to play with, and even wanting to fly a plane in a whimsical way.
Cheng Xiaolin was so angry that she had a headache even if she didn't throw one away.
She was such an honest person when she was a child, but why did the child she gave birth to act like a bear?
"Is it possible that Shujie was so naughty when he was a child?" Cheng Xiaolin was puzzled.
She thought about taking some time to ask her mother-in-law.
But she forgot that when she saw her daughter being bullied at the entrance of Tiantian Supermarket in Pingyuan County, she just picked up the bricks from the ground and rushed towards her, trying to kill her!
She has such an aura that she will kill anyone who harms her daughter. I am afraid that the other father of the child is also living in fear now, right?
Mengmeng still sat on Cao Shujie's feet and shouted loudly: "Dad, you can't leave me alone. If you leave, mom will beat me. You carry me on your back."
"What if your mother beats me if I carry you on my back?" Cao Shujie asked her.
Who knew that Mengmeng would blurt out a sentence: "I'll beat you if I beat you. If you beat her too, I'll shout for you to come on!"
I didn’t even eat when I got home. I shut myself up on the balcony and suffocated for three hours. I saw my daughter patting the balcony glass door and asking me to play with her. If I didn’t play with her, she would lie down and roll on the floor. I knew what to write.
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In addition, it feels like I have promised myself, but if I can’t write Chapter 3, it’s like I don’t have professional ethics (T_T)
Writing novels was my hobby at the beginning, and later it became a profession after receiving royalties, but essentially it is still an entertainment interest of mine. A friend in the same field once asked me, if you write so much every day, don’t you have nothing of yourself?
entertainment time?
I told my colleagues that writing novels is my entertainment
I like to write out the stories of my life and the ideal life I want, and I would like to thank my friends for their continued support.
