The next morning, Tiejun rode his motorcycle to Sanlu Factory and stopped in front of the crossbar. Tiejun took off his helmet and smiled at Uncle Zhang who was looking at the gate.
"Hey, little benefactor, please come in quickly!"
Unexpectedly, the old man had a good memory and recognized Tie Jun directly. He pulled the crossbar and let him in without waiting for him to speak.
Tie Jun pulled over and parked his motorcycle, and Uncle Zhang turned his wheelchair to Tie Jun's side.
"Grandpa Zhang, do you still remember me?"
"Hehehe, not only my old man remembers it, but everyone in the factory remembers it. The director put you in a photo frame and hung it on the wall."
"What? Hang me on the wall?"
Tie Jun's pupils were dilated, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He was still alive, so why did he get into the photo frame and go up on the wall?
"That's right! Our Sanlu Factory has a hero list. You are the first non-employee to be on the list. There was a meeting in the factory and the director personally put you on the list."
Tie Jun scratched his head, laughed dryly, changed the topic, chatted with the old man for a few more words, then turned and went upstairs to find Mr. Wu.
As soon as he entered the building, Tie Jun was a little confused. The last time he came, it was a deserted ghost building. Now, looking back, he could see busy figures everywhere.
"Hello, Iron Factory Director!"
"Here you are, Director of the Iron Works!"
It was as if Tie Jun had a label on him. When everyone saw him, they bent down to say hello and all called him factory director. Tie Jun was even more confused and smiled dryly and nodded.
On the second floor, as soon as I walked to the door of the factory director's office, a woman opened the door and came out, wiping tears. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Tie Jun.
"Hello, Sister Zhao!"
Seeing the bare left arm, Tie Jun remembered that the woman's surname was Zhao, that she was very familiar with Uncle Meng, and that she was Mr. Wu's fiancée.
"Hehehe, the director of the iron factory is here, just call me Zhao Ying!"
Zhao Ying quickly wiped away her tears and replied with a smile.
"Is Mr. Wu here?"
It was obvious that the two of them were at odds. Tie Jun couldn't ask directly and pointed to the door.
"In the!"
Zhao Ying didn't knock on the door, but turned around and opened the door.
"Is it over yet? I won't say it anymore, next year, next year! Huh? Xiaotie?"
Mr. Wu was sitting behind his desk. The desk was littered with documents. He shouted impatiently. When he looked up, he was stunned when he saw it was Tie Jun.
"Mr. Wu, why are you so angry? What next year?"
"You'll starve to death next year!"
Mr. Wu smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer. Zhao Ying muttered something behind Tie Jun, turned around to leave, but was held back by Tie Jun.
"Wait a minute, since you call me the factory director, whether it's true or not, you can still say a few words, then can I become a judge?"
"Okay, let the director of the iron factory comment on it!"
After Zhao Ying finished speaking, she closed the door, sat on the sofa with Tie Jun, lowered her head and put tea leaves into the teacup. Mr. Wu sighed.
"Oh! I'm so shameless, I'm so shameless!"
"Old Wu, why are you so shameless?"
"Xiao Tie, tell me, I have just returned to work and I am so busy that I have no energy to arrange a marriage. Besides, I am so old..."
"Do I dislike you? Did I force you to get married? You only eat one meal every two days, and the house is like a pigsty. Don't I feel sorry for you!"
Zhao Ying just filled up the water. Hearing what Mr. Wu said, he got angry and pushed the water cup in front of Tie Jun. The water jumped out and splashed Tie Jun all over.
"Ooh, shush!"
Tie Jun jumped up, swung his arms and screamed. Zhao Ying stood up in a hurry, holding a rag to greet Tie Jun.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did you get burned?"
"No, it's okay!"
Tie Jun motioned to Zhao Ying to sit back. Seeing that he was in trouble, Zhao Ying lowered her head and sat down. The fire was half gone.
"Mr. Wu, logically speaking, I am a junior and should not get involved in your emotional affairs.
But your current living condition affects your health, and it may affect Dabao's growth and our cooperation in the future, so I will boldly participate.
I understand, Sister Zhao... No, I should call Aunt Zhao..."
"Just call me sister, look younger, I'm willing to listen!"
Zhao Ying added with a smile.
"Oh Well!
Sister Zhao means to live with you so that she can take care of you. As for getting married, it can be later, is that what you mean?"
Zhao Ying nodded and Mr. Wu shook his head.
"Xiao Tie, I can't do this. Xiao Zhao is still a young girl, and I am an Erguotou. I can't let her be wronged!"
"I've given you this arm, what else do I care about!"
Tie Jun glanced at the waxwood pole stretched out by Sister Zhao and wondered what the story was. He looked at Mr. Wu again with a guilty look on his face.
"This is not easy! Follow me, get the certificate first, and postpone the wedding to the Spring Festival. If Mr. Wu finds it troublesome, then make it simple!"
"Learn from you?"
The two of them watched Iron Army together.
"That's right! My grandma just passed away. According to custom, the wedding can only be held after three years. My wife and I have been together for eight years, so I don't care to wait three more years.
But my mother-in-law has cancer. As you all know, she is still in the cancer hospital. Her only wish is to live to see us get married.
So, we made a compromise. Before coming to Beijing, we just received the certificate and we will apply for it after the wedding. So what, it’s just a formality!"
Tie Jun's words had an effect. Mr. Wu looked at Zhao Ying and whispered: "That...that's so unfair to you!"
"What a fool! I'm not aggrieved! I'll go to the cafeteria and ask for some good food for lunch, and you two can drink some!"
"Well, bring me my treasured Moutai..."
"No, keep it. When you get married, Uncle Meng and I will come and drink together!"
"Okay, just listen to my brother!"
Zhao Yingfei glanced at Mr. Wu, turned away, and Tie Jun felt funny. This generation was a bit chaotic.
"Haha, look at how happy she is. You can say whatever you want, but she won't listen to anything I say."
Mr. Wu stood up, walked to the sofa next to Tie Jun and sat down.
"Mr. Wu, what's going on with the iron factory director? What's going on with putting me in a photo frame?"
"Oh, that's just a false name. It was decided at a meeting in our factory that you are the honorary director of our Sanlu Factory and are on the hero list.
My current position was given by you, and the restoration of production in Sanlu Factory is also due to you. This kindness will be remembered by Lao Wu for a lifetime."
Mr. Wu was a little excited, and Tie Jun smiled and said: "Mr. Wu, I said, I am a businessman, and I cooperate with Sanlu Factory to make money..."
"Win-win!"
"All right!"
"By the way, after this adjustment, the superiors want to outsource the Sanlu Factory. I am ready to contract. The report has been approved, but the contract period has not been finalized.
The bureau requires a ten-year contract, but I think the risk is too great, so I plan to sign a five-year contract!"
"How much does it cost to contract?"
"3 million a year, starting from next year!"
"How much? 3 million?"
Tie Jun screamed in surprise when he thought that the big BMW would take off, coupled with the fact that it would continue to be the number one in the country in terms of sales in the next few years, with sales only reaching 3 million a year.
"You also think the risk is high, right? The gross profit from 3 million bottles of Dabao! They deliberately gave me small shoes, ugh!"
"No, I don't think there is a risk. Why don't you have confidence? Don't say ten years, twenty years will do! Mr. Wu, in two years, just smile to yourself!"
"Hey, where does a layman like you get the confidence? No, be on the safe side and sign for five years!"
Mr. Wu gave Tie Jun a white look, shaking his head like a rattle, and Tie Jun laughed angrily.