industrial overlord

Chapter 714
Seeing the will shown by the Chinese, Lawrence succumbed, perhaps a little moved in his heart.He picked up the phone, found the chief of police, asked him to arrange for a few architects to inspect the Meissen bridge in a mock manner, and then canceled the warning of the dangerous bridge.

The backlog of large flatbed trucks at the bridge was finally able to pass, and the small bosses invited by Lin Zhenhua were not in a hurry to leave.They stayed in the factory area, helping to disassemble equipment, pack parts, and direct the crane to load the goods. They were busy until dark before they finished their work.

"Masters, thank you for your help today. I won't say too much. I want to find out if there is a better restaurant around here. I invite everyone, let's come and get drunk." Lin Zhenhua said to everyone. The bosses said sincerely.

He didn't know how to address these people, calling them "Sir" and "Ms." would be too outlandish. We've been working together for a long time, so let's call them masters.

"There is no good restaurant here. If you want to eat a good restaurant, you have to go back to our China." Yuan Cuiying laughed. Over the years, it was the work she did today that made her feel happy. The high-end sweater she was wearing She got caught while moving things, although she really grinned in distress, she didn't have any regrets.

Zong Renkang stepped forward and said: "Mr. Lin, let me make a suggestion. Let's not go to any restaurant, just buy some beer, cooked meat, etc., and have a picnic in this factory area, just like we used to eat in the factory after working overtime. Like supper, everyone agrees or disagrees!"

"Agreed!" The crowd responded happily.Labor is the thing that can bring people closer together. A few hours ago, they were strangers to the workers of Hanhua and Lamor Logistics, but now they are already brothers and sisters.

"Okay, I will follow the orders of the masters." Lin Zhenhua said, he turned his head and explained to several Hanhua workers: "You go to the street to buy wine and cooked vegetables, and the wine must be the best! Who dares to save me? Money, I have no end with him."

"Let's go, we have a car." Several small bosses volunteered to stand up and walked towards their car, "Besides, you don't know what to buy, after all, we have stayed in Germany for so many years. "

"Okay, you guys can go with their masters, but we must pay for it, understand?" Lin Zhenhua said to his workers.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Lin is so refreshing, we will eat Mr. Lin's food today!" The little bosses responded with a smile.With their net worth, a few cans of beer are nothing, what everyone is looking for is this feeling.When they worked in the factory in the past, they often had to blackmail the factory leader to pay for dinner. In their minds, Lin Zhenhua was their factory director.

The food and drinks were quickly bought, and the Korbach factory did not have a large dining hall, so everyone used the empty space outside the workshop as an open-air restaurant.Everyone piled up according to their hometown, age, preferences, etc., and a group of more than a dozen people sat on the ground and chatted happily.The electricians connected the wires from the workshop, hung bright light bulbs on people's heads, and a unique factory picnic began.

"Mr. Lin, before dinner, do you want everyone to fill out the labor service form?" A small accountant approached Lin Zhenhua, handed over a form, and asked in a low voice.

"Labor service?" Lin Zhenhua was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little amused.Are these people in front of you the ones who care about this little labor fee?Wouldn't it be a joke to pay them labor fees?
"Uh... didn't you explain it in advance?" The little accountant was wronged. Before Lin Zhenhua went to the department store to hire someone, he specifically told her that she would pay labor fees.She also checked the local salary level on the Internet, combined with Hanhua's actual situation, and finally set a standard of 40 euros per person.In the eyes of the accountant, it doesn't matter what the status of these people is. After doing the work, shouldn't they be paid?
"Boss Lin, what's the matter?" Zong Renkang saw Lin Zhenhua muttering to the little accountant there, so he stepped forward and asked.

Lin Zhenhua said with a smile: "Our accountant said, please get your labor service before eating, and there is a labor service form to fill out. I am saying that she is not sensible."

"Hahahaha!" Zong Renkang laughed loudly, "We are here to help, not to work and earn money. If you want to send labor, please don't come to us."

Zhou Shuijin also came forward with a smile and asked, "Little sister, how much labor fee did you calculate for each of us?"

The little accountant knew that he had made a mistake, so he replied dully: "Each... 40 euros."

"Haha, little sister, do you know how much money we lost if we delayed our business for an afternoon? If it was just for the 40 euros, we would not come." Zhou Shuijin said to the little accountant.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Bingquan and his wife also came over.Zong Renkang took Lin Zhenhua's words as a joke and told them both. Yuan Cuiying glared at Zong Renkang and said, "Why don't you get it? It's not a matter of more money or less money. It's our labor income. The money should be claimed. If you don't receive it, you will look down on Mr. Lin and the others."

"That's right." Zong Renkang scratched his scalp. He really didn't think of this. Sometimes, not wanting money seems to be quite offensive.Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to Lin Zhenhua and said, "Boss Lin, I made a mistake just now, or you can give me the form, and I will fill it out first."

"Why do you fill in first, I want to be the first." Yuan Cuiying pushed Zong Renkang aside.

Hanhua's little accountant hastily handed Yuan Cuiying the 40 euro banknote, and also handed over the labor bill and a signature pen.Yuan Cuiying took the money, stuffed it carefully into her pocket, then took the form and pen, signed her name in the column of name, and followed the items on the form, and wrote down the details of her time in China. ID number.She hesitated when she filled in the last column of "unit".

"What's the matter, wife, which item can't you fill in?" Chen Bingquan asked standing behind his wife.

Yuan Cuiying shook her head and said, "Don't look at it!" After that, she picked up the pen and wrote a line:

A porter in the assembly workshop of the state-owned Changhong Machinery Factory, and a red-banner bearer for March [-] in Northern Province!

After writing this line, she quickly stuffed the paper and pen into her husband's hand, then turned her head impatiently, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears gushing from her eyes.

Lin Zhenhua stood aside watching this scene, and his heart trembled inexplicably.Chen Bingquan took the labor order, looked at what his wife had just written, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.After a long while, he picked up the pen and wrote in rough fonts in the column below his wife's name:
Chen Bingquan, the leader of the handling team in the assembly workshop of the state-run Changhong Machinery Factory, and the winner of the May [-]st Labor Medal of the Northern Province!
Hearing the movement here, other small bosses also came over.They leaned behind Chen Bingquan, looked at the labor form and the contents filled on it, and their expressions suddenly became solemn.They lined up consciously, stepped forward one by one, took the ridiculously small labor fee from the accountant compared to their net worth, and then solemnly signed their names on the labor bill:
Zong Renkang, a state-owned Fengnan Machinery Factory, a sixth-level miller, a model worker in Jiangnan Province!

Zhou Jinfa, an agricultural machinery factory in a certain county in a certain province, a fifth-level lathe worker, and a young assaulter!

Qiu Xinquan, the leader of the first mining team of the Mining Bureau of a certain province, a national model worker!

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At this moment, time seems to go back to 20 years ago, and these people who seem to have been smoothed by the years have regained their former style at this moment. Twenty years have passed, and some of the factories they used to work in have been converted, and some have even been razed and turned into shops and residential areas. These former workers have now changed their careers to become businessmen.However, what will never change is the enthusiasm of the workers in their bones.

"Come on! Masters, do it for our today and our yesterday!" Cao Shulin was moved by this scene. He is not a person who is good at expressing his feelings with words. At this moment, what he can think of , just drinking with these workers.He jumped on top of a pile of scrap steel, held up a can of beer, and shouted to everyone: "Masters, my name is Cao Shulin, the porter of a certain factory in a certain city in a certain province, a national model worker, and a laid-off worker. It's the chairman of the labor model logistics company, I... I... I won't say anything, I would like to offer a toast to everyone!"

"Do it!" All the people shouted in a loud voice, regardless of whether they usually drink alcohol or not, they all raised the beer cans without hesitation at this time.

"Everyone, let's sing a song for today's party!" Yuan Cuiying, who was in high spirits, suggested loudly after drinking for three rounds.

"Okay, let me start!" Cao Shulin, standing on a high place, responded positively. He once told Lin Zhenhua that he would only sing one song in his life. At this time, he felt that this song was the most appropriate:

"We workers have strength... ready to sing!"

Following Cao Shulin's command, hundreds of workers opened their throats together, and their passionate singing wafted in the factory area in a foreign land:
"We workers have power, hey!

We workers have power!
Every day is busy with work, hey!
Every day is busy with work…”

The singing is flying, and tears are flowing wantonly on people's faces.These former workers are now in their 50s and [-]s, but at this moment, they are as impulsive as children.Chen Bingquan saw the look of the "iron girl" on his wife's face, and Yuan Cuiying also relived the spirit of that young strongman from her husband's eyes.Through the blurred tears, everyone seemed to see their past:

Welding spatter, forging hammer roaring, the era of burning passion.

(End of this chapter)