This is a mobile stall, a mobile stall that has been modified from a bicycle. A small stall made of a bicycle, plus a few spoons, is a simple shop.
But this kind of fried skewers stalls are known to everyone born in the 1980s in Shanghai. In the mid-to-late 1990s, they were all over the Yangpu District, Fudan, and Tongqi University campuses.
Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The saying passed down by our ancestors is correct.
In the heavy rain, old neighbors from nearby shoe factories rushed out with hammers, pliers and even blades, and joined the workers in the workshop, surrounding hundreds of people.
"In broad daylight, who do you think is so brave?!"
"Private factories and public factories cannot be confused!"
“We can trust Director Peng’s character, you can’t fish in troubled waters!”
….
This is naked fishing in troubled waters and taking advantage of the situation. Twenty years ago in the last life, the family suffered heavy losses, but with Secretary Cui's protection, the Peng family could only swallow their teeth and blood and swallow it in their hearts.
Now, although hundreds of people have nothing to worry about, after a year of suffering, they have finally found a breakthrough and an outlet. The flood has opened, and no one can think of them.
Block!
"Fight it, grab it!"
Naked shouts rang out from the crowd. Seeing the three groups of people struggling together, pliers, awls, and blades flying everywhere, mother Jiang Li's face turned pale and she could hardly stand.
Peng Bo remembered that since that day, his mother had been frightened and her health was deteriorating. His father came out of the procuratorate half a year later. He lost more than ten kilograms and his hair was said to have turned white overnight. What is even more heartbreaking is that in half a year, he
All of his teeth were broken.
How much fire this will cause and how much punishment it will cause!
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There were strong winds and heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and the crowds were noisy, noisy, shouting, cursing, and wailing...the whole sky above Nanhe Town resounded.
This sound clearly remains in the memories of Peng Bo and Peng Bing, and they will never forget it.
Now, maybe God gave him another chance to save this family and compensate his parents. Peng Bo quietly picked up a hammer from the ground and knocked heavily on the vermilion iron door.
Bang--
"Stop it all."
Everyone was stunned. Mother Jiang Li also reacted, thinking that he wanted to fight desperately. With a pale face, she wanted to take her son away and protect him under her wings again.
"Everyone, please stop. The Nanguang Shoe Factory will reopen in a month. Everyone will be paid one month's salary first!" Peng Bo gently shook off his mother.
"Dabo!" The mother, who was soaked all over, turned even paler and her hands were shaking. She knew that there was someone behind the blockade and robbery, and that the big scoundrel Huang He who rushed in front was just a small gangster.
The real protagonist has not yet appeared, and Peng Yuanyuan is no match for him, let alone his own son who has not yet gone to college.
However, words are like water thrown out, which cannot be taken back. If the Nanguang Shoe Factory cannot start work in a month and the workers cannot get their wages, then those people behind will be worried about eating their mother and son!
"He's still a kid."
"Didn't Dabo go to college? Then he is no longer a child." Huang He immediately shouted in the crowd.
In 1998, the average monthly salary of employees in Qinwan City was 627 yuan, but the salary of Nanguang Shoe Factory workers had reached more than 780 yuan. Skilled bottom-cut workers could even get 2,000 yuan a month, let alone the factory opening.
Even if we want to pay the wages of these three to four hundred people, it will cost more than three hundred thousand.
A furry kid dared to brag about Haikou even before his hair was fully grown. Huang He gloated about his misfortune. After a month, he really couldn't get the money back, so the workers dared to kick the family out!
He was just afraid that things wouldn't be a big deal, but now there was a boss who was even less afraid of things being a big deal, and he was so happy that the pimples were jumping up and down on his face.
"Who is this?"
"Director Peng's son just entered college this year."
"I can't help it, why is my son pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"
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"Brother, brother." At some point, Peng Bing, who was soaked all over, ran back from the front door again. Peng Bo followed her fingers and saw that his mother Jiang Li had collapsed on the ground.
"Dabo, stop talking." The mother's voice was very weak, "Dabing, pull your brother upstairs."
"Brother, please, stop talking." The brother and sister united, Peng Bing's little hand held her brother, trying to drag him upstairs, while the rain kept dripping down her little face.
"Da Bo, you can read your book with peace of mind. Who in Nanhe doesn't know that Factory Director Peng will be fine." The technician surnamed Chen shouted loudly, not only to Peng Bo but also to everyone outside. Unfortunately, he was in Peng Bo at the time.
I've been working for three months and haven't heard from him since.
Well, in this life, such people who value love and justice must stay.
"Don't go, Da Bo. Please explain it clearly to everyone." In the crowd, Huang He pulled on his raincoat and squeezed through the crowd to grab Peng Bo.
"Go upstairs quickly." The mother's tone was urgent and stern.
"It's okay, Mom, let me have a word with Section Chief Huang." Peng Bo suddenly turned around and asked rudely, "Are you Huang He from the Supply and Marketing Department?"
"Yeah." Huang He was a little stunned. He didn't expect that Peng Yuanyuan's son would remember him, but when he thought about it, he felt a little proud. The head of the supply and marketing section was a lucrative position. It seemed that he had done well in the town in the past few years.
Even the children know themselves.
"I am Peng Yuanyuan's son. Everyone present can testify that when you and your wife saw me before, they were both big and short. You don't recognize me now. You treat me like a dog and don't let me talk.
Bar?"
Rumble——
The thunder in the sky was like a huge iron ball rolling across the iron plate, but there was silence in the world. The only sound was the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground and the ceiling, which sounded like firecrackers.
Peng Bo looked at Huang He and his wife. Everyone looked at them differently. Everyone had a scale in their hearts. The two of them usually flattered their superiors and bullied their subordinates, and did a lot of things when the wind came. Now, although everyone is working together,
Debt collection, but workers still look down upon their character.
Huang He murmured a few words, "That was before, now is now..." He could no longer speak.
"Well, I am a hero and a good man. These words are amazing." Someone whispered from behind.
"Since you have arrived at my door today and are in my house, you must listen to what we have to say." Peng Bo looked at his mother, "Just now you talked about whether to go for a brand or an OEM. I don't understand the factory, but you do.
When we were building the brand for six years, you know best what the factory was like back then, and now that we are OEMs, what the factory is like now, Huang He, you are the supply and marketing section chief, you know better than others."
As soon as he finished speaking, some workers in the crowd started talking in groups of twos and threes.
"Yes, it was very prosperous in the past, with high wages and good benefits, and I couldn't finish the eggs given out."
"At that time, our wages in Nanguang were higher than those of workers in Qinwan." "Everyone has a balance in their minds. Is it better to build a brand or go the OEM route? The wallet in everyone's pocket knows best. My father advocates building a brand.
Yes, the five-star shoe factory in Qinwan is so prosperous now. They are also following the brand road. Why don't they follow the OEM road?" Peng Bo looked at the workers in the heavy rain. These people, poor people must be hateful.
at.
My father used to be a five-star student in Qinwan