Siheyuan: Start with a big car

In the small forest, the thick leaves blocked the sky, making it impossible for sunlight to pass through, and only faint light was refracted between the leaves.

The light was dim, and even in the daytime, Yang Weimin felt dark and afraid.

The dead branches and fallen leaves scattered on the ground, making a rustling sound, and Yang Weimin couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Ma San glared at Yang Weimin who looked restless and sneered, and reached out to grab Yang Weimin's shoulder: "Yang, don't think that you are a relative of Director Yang and the section chief of the logistics department. I won't dare to touch you. If I offend you Me, I slapped the IOU you signed and pledged on the face of Director Yang, I don't believe he dared to protect you."

Seeing Ma San's ferocious expression, Yang Weimin trembled in fright, raised his hands slightly, and explained: "Third Brother, it's not that I don't want to help. The batch of goods in the third workshop is a truckload, and there are people from the third workshop and the security department. Just stare, even if I have great abilities, I can't get it out."

Yang Weimin regretted dealing with Ma San. Since signing the IOU, Ma San asked him to use his connections from time to time to free up some scraps from the workshop.

Since the leftovers are not conspicuous, it can be carried out in a pocket.

Relying on their relationship with the deputy workshop director of the third workshop and Ma San's contacts in the security department, their actions have repeatedly succeeded.

This time, it was a workpiece made of dozens of wooden boxes. Even if Yang Weimin was the director of the factory, there was no way to handle it silently.

Ma San was also aware of this, and lightly patted Yang Weimin on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yang, you don't have to worry, I have already found out that the third workshop will deliver a batch of workpieces to the train station the morning after tomorrow, a total of [-] tons of workpieces." , when the time comes, we will secretly load the batch of workpieces on the truck.

I've made a connection at the train station, and our guys will hide the marked boxes while the trucks are unloading.

In this way, don't we just get out of things that people don't know?

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Seeing Yang Weimin's expression soften, he said in a low voice.

"Brother, to tell you the truth, I have already found a buyer for that batch of goods, the owner of an underground factory, and he is willing to pay 2000 yuan to buy that batch of goods.

Brother does not treat you badly, let's add two to five of the money and divide it equally.

When the goods are sold, you can not only pay back my debt, but also earn 500 yuan.

Such a good thing, you can't find it even with a lantern. "

It seems that Ma San's energy is not small in the underground factory, Yang Weimin was a little surprised.

All factories in this era are state-owned, even the car repair shops, steamed stuffed bun shops, and dim sum shops on the street are also state-owned.

Due to the extremely reduced number of small businesses, hawkers and individual handicrafts, the number of products of state-owned enterprises is not enough to meet the needs of the people.

In the following decades, "difficulty in eating", "difficulty in dressing", "difficulty in haircuts" and "difficulty in bathing" have plagued the majority of residents.

On one side are residents who are in urgent need of various goods and services, and on the other side are small business vendors who have lost their original livelihood.

The two hit it off and spawned all kinds of underground economies at that time.

The representative of the underground economy is the "underground factory".

They produce some materials that are in short supply in the market, and most of the raw materials come from arbitrage purchases from rural areas, acquisition of waste materials, and illegal means from state-owned enterprises.

Man is a kind of animal of desire, he can take risks for profit, even if it is beheading, someone will do it to make money.

Due to the lack of materials on the market, the owners of underground factories can often obtain huge profits that were considered astonishing at the time.

Yang Weimin once heard from others that an underground factory owner was arrested a while ago and earned more than 1 yuan a month.

His life was very extravagant. He ate four tables of banquets at a time, spending 300 yuan, and spending 5000 yuan on furniture.

The seven sons, except the youngest one, each have a watch and a bicycle.

Yang Weimin can only envy the huge profits made by underground bosses. After all, those who dare to open "underground factories" all have their heads tied to their belts.

After confirming that Ma San did have a way to ship the goods, Yang Weimin was also a little tempted.

Because of the poverty alleviation workshop, he may be assigned to clean the toilet in a few days, and there is no way for him to stay in the rolling mill.

It's better to take advantage of the fact that the factory committee has not been held, and those old connections in the rolling mill don't know that he has been dealt with, and make a lot of money.

In this way, even if you leave the rolling mill, you won't be sitting still.

500 yuan is enough for him to live comfortably for two months.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Weimin nodded and agreed to Ma San.

"Third brother, I will arrange it now, but there is no guarantee that it will be successful."

"Heh, I can rest assured that you are doing things."

Ma San watched Yang Weimin leave with satisfaction, curled his lips and spat in disdain.

"Boy, do you really think that the uncle doesn't know that you have fallen? You still want to share it with me, and you don't look at your own virtue now."

Ma San has been staring at Yang Weimin. After learning that Yang Weimin has been dealt with, he is keenly aware that Yang Weimin may not be able to help him in the future.

That being the case, it is better to let Yang Weimin play the final role.

Anyway, Yang Weimin was in charge of the affairs in the rolling mill. Even if Yang Weimin was arrested in the end, he, Ma San, would not be involved.

Thinking of these things, Ma San felt that he was extremely clever, and left the grove humming a little song.

It was working time at this time, and the scene in the third workshop was in full swing, with machines roaring, equipment buzzing, and workers rushing about busily.

The workers in blue and black overalls were sweating profusely, but their faces were filled with proud and satisfied smiles, because they knew that they were making contributions to the country.

Han Laoliu, the deputy workshop director, with his hands behind his back, patrolled the workers' hands with sharp eyes. He would call the workers aside and explain them in detail when he encountered any problems.

"Director Han, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, all the workpieces I made today would have become waste."

"Tiedan, you are welcome, this is my responsibility." Seeing Zhou Tiedan's expression was a little disturbed, Han Laoliu comforted: "You don't have to be nervous, you have just entered the factory, and it is normal for poor craftsmanship to make mistakes. , just pay attention in the future. I will not record your mistake in the log."

"Thank you Director Han, you are such a good person"

Zhou Tiedan was so grateful that tears almost flowed out. If the mistakes were recorded, although the wages would not be deducted, they would be criticized at the daily morning meeting.

If a worker who has just entered the factory is criticized, his reputation may be damaged, which will attract strange eyes, and his life in the workshop will be very difficult in the future.

"Okay, you can continue to work."

Director Han nodded in satisfaction, turned and left, and then walked around the workshop with his hands behind his back.

He enjoyed the appreciative gazes of the workers.

Of course, it would be even better if I could become the workshop director.

After all, the deputy director of the workshop is still a worker, but the director of the workshop is different. He can work as a worker and enjoy the treatment of the leader.

In order to become a leader, Director Han has been running around for most of his life, but he has not gotten a chance for a long time, otherwise he would not call Yang Weimin a brother and brother.

Thinking of Yang Weimin, Director Han felt a little uncomfortable.

In his relationship with Yang Weimin, he has always been on the side of dedication.

For example, every time the two of them go out to drink, Director Han pays for the meal and drinks.

Every time Yang Weimin's family had something to do, he was always busy, treating Yang Weimin's parents more respectfully than his own biological parents.

Even, at the risk of helping Yang Weimin clear out the leftovers in the workshop.

After paying so much, Director Han's ultimate goal is to use Yang Weimin to get through the relationship with Director Yang and become the workshop director as soon as possible.

It is a pity that Yang Weimin has been repeatedly dodging because the timing is not ripe.

'It seems that we can't pin all our hopes on Yang Weimin. Maybe we should follow the path of deputy factory director Liu. '

Just when Director Han was hesitating, a workshop worker came over and reported, "Director, Section Chief Yang of the Materials Department is waiting for you outside the workshop."

Why is this kid here now?Could it be that when I get off work, let me buy him a drink?
Director Han came out of the workshop with a slander.

Yang Weimin was waiting by the flower bed, when he saw Director Han coming out, he waved at him: "Old Han, here."

"Brother Yang, why did you come in person? Just let the staff inform me if there is anything wrong." Director Han said with a smile on his face.

Director Han's attitude satisfied Yang Weimin. He took out the special Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and threw one to Director Han.

"Thank you, brother Yang." Director Han took the cigarette and struck a match to light it naturally.

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Yang Weimin scolded in his heart, a country bumpkin, it's really a waste to smoke such a good cigarette for you.

In the past, he would definitely teach Director Han a good lesson at this time, and let Director Han know that the origin of this cigarette is extraordinary.

But now, for the sake of the big plan, Yang Weimin can only pretend not to care and mention a few words: "It's okay, these cigarettes are not expensive, and a box only costs more than 30 yuan."

"More than 30 yuan." Director Han was taken aback, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and pondered over and over again.

For a long time, he didn't understand why this thing is so expensive.

When he saw that there was only a little bit of cigarette butt left, he was so distressed that he quickly put the cigarette butt in his mouth and started to suck.

That look made Yang Weimin couldn't help curling his lips secretly.

After Director Han smoked out the cigarette butt, Yang Weimin put his arm on Director Han's shoulder and said with a smile: "Old Han, your good news is coming."

"Good thing. Does it mean that Director Yang agreed to let me be the workshop director?" Director Han smiled.

"." Yang Weimin pursed his lips and said, "It's about the same. We'll talk about the specific situation when we drink in the evening."

“good good”

Hearing that he could be the workshop director, Director Han didn't care about money anymore, and nodded repeatedly.

"Donglaishun that night." Yang Weimin said halfway, seemed to think of something, waved his hand and said: "Let's go to the tavern, where there are fewer people and quieter."

"Okay, tavern." Director Han was already immersed in excitement at this time, and naturally nodded in agreement.

After Yang Weimin left, Director Han seemed very excited, eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the off-duty time.

Finally, I looked forward to the end of get off work when the bell rang.

Instead of pretending to work overtime in the workshop as usual, he rushed to the garage, got on his bicycle and rushed home.

Director Han knew that even if he ate at the tavern, he would pay for it, so he had to prepare both the money and the meat ticket.

Yang Weimin never brings money with him when he eats.

back home.

Director Han's wife, Dacui, was washing clothes. When she saw Director Han coming back, she asked curiously, "Old man, why are you not active today?"

"What are you doing actively? I want to make progress!" Director Han parked his bicycle at the door, rushed into the house in a hurry, and rummaged through the boxes.

"Progress." Da Cui froze for a moment when he heard this, but when he understood, he was so happy from ear to ear, he didn't care about washing his clothes, and chased into the house.

"Old Han, are you going to be the leader?"

"Basically, that boy Yang Weimin seems to have done the work of Director Yang well."

While Director Han was talking, he took out an iron box from the cabinet and opened it with reluctance. Inside was a stack of banknotes and seven or eight meat tickets.

The stack of banknotes was more than 100 yuan thick.

Director Han is a sixth-level blacksmith, with a monthly salary of 62 yuan. The two of them have only one child, and they don't have much expenses on weekdays, so they have saved so much money.

Director Han counted out 50 yuan from the banknotes, took three more meat notes, and stuffed them into the pocket inside the overalls.

"Is it going to cost so much this time? I want to buy a new padded jacket, but you are not willing." Dacui complained when she saw that Director Han had taken the money.

Director Han glared at her: "Women are born with long hair and short knowledge. If I become the workshop director, those workers will have to curry favor with me. By then, there will be as many new padded jackets as you want."

"A workshop director has so much energy? Old Zhu is the workshop director, and I haven't seen anyone flattering him."

Although Dacui thinks being an official is a good thing, he doesn't believe that anyone will curry favor with the workshop director.

Director Han raised his wrist and saw that the time on the watch was still early, so he sat down and took a sip of water, explaining the mystery to Dacui by the way.

"That's because Lao Zhu won't be an official. The position of the workshop director is very important. He connects with the factory leaders and manages the workers."

"Naturally, you should compliment your superiors and flatter you."

"Be strict with the workers and make them afraid."

"Although the workshop director cannot fire workers, he can assign work to them."

"In the workshop, some jobs are easy, while others are difficult."

"Those workers naturally have to curry favor with me in order to do the easy work."

"Not to mention that the workshop director still has a veto power when a worker is promoted."

"Also, leftovers from the workshop."

Speaking of this, Director Han woke up with a start. He knew that his daughter-in-law had a big mouth.

Director Han looked at Da Cui with a cold face: "Da Cui, before my appointment is finalized, don't go out and mess around."

Da Cui had just heard that the workshop director, Da You Qian Jing, had twinkling stars in his eyes, so he naturally nodded again and again.

"Old man, don't worry, I'm sure I won't ruin your business."

She saw some oil stains on Director Han's clothes, so she took out a Chinese tunic suit from the room.

"Why don't you change into this dress, so that boy Yang Weimin doesn't look down on you."

"Yes, yes, you still think carefully."