Hello, I'm He Yuzhu

Chapter 370 Working Overtime (Seeking Subscription)

Li Hongjun regretted why he brought Hou Cheng back.

It made Li Gui and Chen Jinfeng stare at each other, but in the end it was him who suffered.

When the two children were tired from playing, Li Hongjun took a shower for them, and then fell asleep with his arms around them.

The next day, the Li family went to work after breakfast.

When I arrived at the factory, I learned that there was an urgent order in the factory, and the workers had to work overtime, and began to implement three shifts, so the task for the canteen was to ensure that the workers had dinner and night meals.

There was a sudden wail in the cafeteria.

"My family is old and young, what will they do if I don't go back!"

"My man didn't start early, there are no adults at home, and the children dare not be home at night!"

"My old lady is paralyzed in bed, and I have to do shit and pee. What if my old lady is on the night shift!"

Listening to everyone's complaints, Director Fan showed his majestic side.

With a tiger's face, he roared: "You have the old and the young?"

"Which family is not like this?"

"Is it your family that has difficulties? Is it difficult for other families?"

"If you have the conditions, you have to do it, if you don't have the conditions, you have to do it!"

Director Fan got excited and said the words of Iron Man Wang Jinxi in advance.

Li Hongjun saw that Li Gui was about to open his mouth to speak, and was afraid that he would take the initiative to take him down. After working for a hundred days plus night shift, Li Gui's health would definitely not be able to bear it at his age.

"I'll be on the night shift with a head!"

Chen Jinfeng opened his mouth, wanting to scold his son, but seeing Director Fan's satisfied expression, he held back his words.

Director Fan praised loudly: "The Red Army is a good comrade!"

"Don't worry about scarcity but inequality. The big guys come in shifts. This is fair and just!"

Director Fan and Li Gui went back to the office, researched for a long time and finally came up with a list.

Three groups of people, ten days for each group.

The first group, Li Hongjun, Da Shuan, Zhou Fugui, Wang Erqiang, Meng Qi...

The second group: Chen Jinfeng, Laidi...
The workers learned that there is one thing for many people who work overtime. In this era, there is no such thing as overtime pay.

However, having an order in the factory means that it is profitable, and the factory can work three shifts and overtime, which means that the order volume is large and it is very profitable.

The factory leader decided to purchase live pigs from the slaughterhouse and give extra meals to the workers on the night shift, so as to appease the workers' emotions and inspire everyone's enthusiasm for work.

After the meeting in the morning, in the afternoon the transport truck from the slaughterhouse brought two big fat pigs weighing more than [-] catties to the factory.

The broadcaster deliberately broadcast the good news.

The sound of nature comes from the loudspeaker, and the sound hits the ears, making people fantasize.

However, those who are familiar with the factory announcer will not have any idea, because this voice is simply polarized with people, as beautiful as the voice is, as ugly as the person.

Listening to the voice makes me feel good, and I can spit out my face overnight.

"Dear fellow workers..."

"In order to benefit the workers, the factory leader and the slaughterhouse purchased two big fat pigs!"

"From today onwards, workers on the night shift will have meat dishes for dinner..."

As soon as the news of eating pork came out, it was like throwing a big stone in a calm lake.

There were layers of waves.

Pork is not cheap, the price of a catty of pork has caught up with a day's wages.

It seems that it is not a loss to be able to eat pork when working on night shifts!
In this age when everyone is striving to be an advanced, it is easy for everyone to be satisfied.

Even if there is no pork, many people will take the initiative to apply for overtime and night shifts, just to get the advanced honor of worker model.

The rough job of killing pigs was handed over to Da Shuan.

After get off work in the evening, Li Hongjun asked Da Shuan to tie up the pig, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the pig's blood was collected in a big bucket.

Countless workers gathered around to watch the excitement, and those on the inner and outer floors all applauded Dashuan.

After the pig was slaughtered, Director Fan called Li Hongjun aside.

"Red Army, these two pigs should be eaten sparingly, no matter how much you have to eat one pig for a week!"

Li Hongjun grinned: "Director, how can a pig eat the dinner for two or three thousand workers for a week?"

Director Fan also looked puzzled: "But the factory leaders decided at a meeting that the two pigs would eat for half a month."

"I also know that this is embarrassing for you, but you have to think of a way. If you really can't, put less meat and let everyone eat meaty dishes."

"What's more, there is no ticket or money for the night meal, and the factory is also very embarrassing!"

"Director, I will try my best!"

At night, most of the workers in the factory are off work, leaving behind the workers who get off work the night shift.

In the back kitchen of the cafeteria, Li Hongjun directs Dashuan to steam blood tofu.

Then they arranged for people to cut carrots and rub the crumbs of steamed buns. Everyone saw the slaughter of pigs on the first day. It would be unreasonable not to let people eat meat dishes.

But thousands of people can work hard, let alone one pig, ten pigs are not enough to eat.

Li Hongjun can only use more auxiliary materials, stir it with the meat paste and fry a meatball.

For this, more than 80 catties of pork were used. Looking at the meatballs in the dustpan, Li Hongjun also knew that there were a little less, but there was nothing he could do about the reality.

Seeing that it was going to midnight, Li Hongjun asked everyone to get ready, and the workers came with five coin-sized meatballs and a spoonful of blood tofu.

"No, didn't you mean to eat pork?"

The faces of the workers queuing up for food were very ugly.

"That's right, a spoonful of blood tofu, five small balls will send us away!"

"Eat Meat...Eat Meat...We'll Eat Meat..."

The aggrieved workers shouted loud slogans in unison.

The on-duty leader of the factory office heard it, but he couldn't show up, otherwise the workers' anger would all be directed at him.

"What about the Red Army?"

Da Shuan asked him with lingering fear.

The people in the back kitchen also looked at him, waiting for him to make up his mind.

"What should I do?"

Li Hongjun will definitely not take this blame.

"Go to the office to find Director Fan, I can't help it!"

Before Dashuan could invite him, Director Fan came aggressively.

"What's the noise, what's the shouting?"

Director Fan picked up the meatballs in the dustpan, lifted them up, and shouted, "Aren't these meatballs made of pork?"

"And this blood tofu, isn't it pig blood?"

"The factory doesn't charge you for meal tickets or money. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Director Fan raised his voice first and then lowered it. After winning the crowd first, he began to sell miserably.

"Comrades, everyone must understand the difficulties in our cafeteria."

"A pig is only about [-] catties, and it will provide everyone with dinner for a week. If you can cook this meal for everyone, what will the big guys eat tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, please understand each other."

Although Director Fan succeeded in selling it miserably, the workers were still upset, especially because there was not much meat in the meatballs, and they ate them all before they could taste it.

Thinking of Director Fan's haughty look, everyone had an opinion on Director Fan.

After twelve o'clock, Li Hongjun and Dashuan packed up and got off work.

Because he had to work the night shift, Li Gui left his self-confidence car for him, and the two of them drove home on the bike.

When he got home, Dashuan took out a lunch box from his triangular cloth pocket: "Here!"

Li Hongjun asked suspiciously: "What?"

Dashuan Burmese smiled, and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Meatballs!"

Uh······

Li Hongjun was speechless, and Dashuan would learn to enrich his own pocket at some point, taking advantage of the factory.

Li Hongjun persuaded with earnestness: "Da Shuan, this habit is not good. Although the factory is not strictly controlled now, if the wind direction changes in the future, the problem will be serious!"

Dashuan was an honest man, and he felt nervous when he heard what Li Hongjun said.

"Red Army, I don't want to take it!"

"Yes Yes···"

Dashuan talked for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

Clenching her fists with both hands, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and said, "It's my aunt, she knows how to make pork at night, and asked me to bring it back for Yuanyuan to taste!"

"Hey, how many times have I told my mother about this, but she just can't listen!"

"But it doesn't matter, my mother can't work in the factory for a few years, and she is about to retire!"

(End of this chapter)