Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

On the highway in autumn, a Jiangling pickup truck is driving.On the co-pilot of the car, the young man was wearing a peaked cap and a gray sweater, squinting his eyes and dozing off expressionlessly.

"...When you see old Zhangtou later, remember Uncle Sheng. He even hugged you when he was a child."

The middle-aged man in the driver's seat gave instructions while driving.

Song Wenbin didn't say a word, he didn't even remember when he sat alone in a car with his father like this.It could have been ten years ago, it could have been 20 years ago.

To be honest, he doesn't like to sit in the same car with his father. His father, who is keen on stock trading, is extremely generous when it comes to A shares, often throwing hundreds of thousands without blinking an eye, but he is always strangely stingy in other places.

"There are two boxes of crabs in the carriage. You will pay attention later. The box on the left is female crabs, and the box on the right is male crabs. You can keep the female crabs and take them back, Huang Duo. You can give the male crabs to Lao Zhangtou. "

Song Wenbin didn't stop laughing.

Song Siping looked at his son in confusion.

Song Wenbin sighed and said, "I said, Dad, if you can't do it yourself, don't teach me how to do it, okay?"

"Eh..." Song Siping was speechless for a while, unable to refute, but he couldn't let go of his father's dignity, and said, "I'm worried that you will suffer... Although you have some skills now, those people are not easy to get along with ah……"

Song Wenbin yawned, looking out the window at the gradually becoming dilapidated industrial park, and those abandoned telephone poles covered with small advertisements for the treatment of apricot disease. The barren heart of a person is written as barren from beginning to end.

When the Jiangling pickup truck stopped, they came to the corner of this dilapidated industrial park, which looked even more dilapidated. Several large red trucks were parked at the end of the road, and there were vegetable fields and shrubs with bare loess on the side of the road. There was a faint smell of feces in the air.

Song Wenbin jumped out of the car, as if he didn't think this ghostly place was desolate enough. He saw an abandoned, twisted and elongated plastic rubber T on the ground.

He frowned slightly, perhaps only the kind of sneaky men and women would visit this place at night.

"Old Song." Someone shouted.

Song Wenbin looked up, and saw a man who was about the same age as his father came from the door of a brick factory in the distance. He was smoking a cigarette, had a crew cut, and dark skin. No one will take a second look.

"Yo, old Zhang."

Song Siping jumped out of the car and said hello.

Then he pushed Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin smiled, nodded slightly and called out, "Uncle Zhang."

The name of the visitor was Zhang Rong. Song Wenbin recalled meeting this person a few times, but every time they met, others would call him Old Zhang, and he was his father's business partner.

I still remember that it was more than 20 years ago, when Song Wenbin’s uncle was still the head of the district, his father got a business license through his relationship, and opened a factory in this industrial park to produce various stationery. Supplies are specially supplied to several local schools, including school uniforms and badminton rackets.

After Song Siping settled the business license and relationship, he didn't take much care of the factory, and the specific matters of production and management were all handed over to his assistant Zhang Rong.It's just that over the past [-] years, Song Siping is used to a life of idleness and immersion in business, and has never had much contact with people in the factory. Seeing Zhang Rong walking over now, he feels a little restrained.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, he winked at Song Wenbin and motioned Song Wenbin to go to the back of the car to get the box of male crabs.

Song Wenbin shook his head, and said to him: "Go back today, you don't have to worry about things here."

"Ah?" Song Siping didn't expect Song Wenbin to be so straightforward.

Although at home he had already discussed with his wife that Song Wenbin should be in charge, but Song Wenbin didn't know anything about this place after all, so it seemed a little bad for him to leave now.

But Song Wenbin had already made a decision, and he said to the old man, "Uncle Zhang, take me to the factory first."

Old Zhang looked at Song Wenbin, then at Song Siping, Song Siping smiled and said: "Old Zhang, I still have some problems at home, you can tell him about the factory, and he said he has a solution. "

A trace of disappointment flashed in Old Zhang's eyes, but he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take Xiao Song to have a look, and we'll get in touch later."

Song Siping walked towards the carriage, as if he was still thinking about the box of male crabs, but Song Wenbin let Zhang Rong lead him to the factory building, and he didn't care about the box of crabs at all, which made him a little embarrassed, so he could only stand there and scratch Scratch your head.

……

Following Lao Zhangtou into the park, the signs of dilapidation became more obvious. A square bungalow stood alone among the grass.There are a lot of discarded fabrics piled up in the corners. Judging from the material, it should be left after cutting the school uniform.

On the other side of the wall, there are a lot of broken carbon fibers piled up. Because of the long time, some garbage has even turned white and discolored, and I don’t know how long it hasn’t been cleaned.

Song Wenbin couldn't understand how this kind of place without any vitality was managed until today. The last time he came to this place was when he was in high school, and he didn't have much interest in this dilapidated place. , so old.

Although, he still maintains respect for this place, after all, the output brought by this place once allowed him to spend his childhood and youth safely.

He tidied up his collar, and followed Lao Zhangtou into the factory building. In the factory building, two or three aunts were picking and choosing from a pile of plastic-wrapped clothes. They were some black and white school uniforms, which had no sense of beauty at all.

"There are few people, are you busy?"

Song Wenbin watched those bored aunts handing old Zhang a cigarette.

"There is nothing to do this year, not busy. In recent years, the orders from the school have become less and less, and a new factory has replaced our business. The previous inventory can only be sold cheaply to Yunnan and Guizhou, and we have lost a lot of money." Zhang Tou took the cigarette holder and said in his ear.

"so."

Song Wenbin looked at the assembly line used for cutting fabrics behind him. The machine was quiet, and many parts were even rusted to death.

"Are there any other assembly lines?" Song Wenbin asked.

"There are three more, one for table tennis rackets and one for badminton rackets. Last year we cooperated with your Uncle Liu to build a production line for the production of carbon arrow shafts. Now that line is still in operation."

"Take me to have a look." Song Wenbin said.

Lao Zhangtou took Song Wenbin to look around in the factory building. After seeing the three assembly lines, Song Wenbin felt a little uncomfortable. To be honest, he knew that the business at home had not improved for many years, but when he actually saw the situation here After the situation, he still couldn't help having a headache.

Two of the three assembly lines are not working very well, and only one is left to produce carbon arrow shafts.

He can also understand this kind of thing. It was originally a small workshop of other brands in the cottage. Competing in the market is a dead end, and it is reasonable to decline and be bleak.

After reading briefly, he asked, "Where is the account book?"

"In my office." Old Zhangtou said.

"Show me." Song Wenbin said.

I came to the old Zhangtou's office. I said it was an office, but it was actually a concrete floor on the top floor. There were a row of wooden chairs, a glass coffee table, and a hot water bottle directly plugged into a mop board on the concrete floor.

Four or five workers were playing poker around the coffee table. When they saw Song Wenbin and Lao Zhang approaching, they didn't look up. They just glanced around and continued playing poker.

"Friday, nothing to do." Seeing the tiredness of those people, Old Zhangtou explained.

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Wenbin said, "Just show me the account."

Old Zhangtou went behind the desk, took out a thick stack of ledgers from the drawer, and handed it to Song Wenbin.Song Wenbin sat down, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and carefully calculated the revenue in recent years.

To be honest, this job was the thing he hated the most in the past. Due to his poor study, he has a natural aversion to numbers, but now he has no other choice but to sit there obediently, pressing the calculator non-stop.

After pressing the button for a long time, Song Wenbin's expression turned pale. Obviously, the factory's operating conditions were even worse than he thought.

The loss in one quarter of this year alone was 10,000+, and the cumulative loss in the past year and a half was as high as 70 yuan, which can be said to be a heavy blow to this small workshop.

Old Zhang was worried that the words on the account book were too scribbled, so he explained to Song Wenbin: "The main reason is that the factory stopped for maintenance for a period of time in the past two years, and it cost 10,000+. Just after the maintenance was completed, the epidemic came and the orders were cut off. , although it has resumed now, but... many cooperations have been suspended, and there have been no new orders..."

"So..." Song Wenbin flipped through the bill and continued to ask, "How is the labor cost calculated?"

Although he asked calmly, as soon as he asked, the poker workers stopped moving. They all looked over and stared at Song Wenbin.

Old Zhangtou took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and said, "Male workers pay [-] a month, and female workers [-]. If the sales are good, there is a commission, but it has not been paid for a long time. "

Song Wenbin saw that the labor expense column on the bill had always been stable, so he asked, "Did the wages be paid when the production was stopped?"

"This……"

Old Zhangtou looked at the few people beside him, he hesitated to speak.

Those workers threw their cards away and said coldly, "Child, what are you doing here? Is that seat for you?"

Song Wenbin raised his eyelids and glanced at the speaker. It was an old man with two scars on his face, looking a bit fierce.

"I'm not here to find fault, I'm here to help." Song Wenbin said calmly: "The factory can't continue to operate now, so we have to find a way."

"Whose problem is it if the business cannot continue?"

The man with the scarred face sneered and said, "Your father has been a shopkeeper for more than ten years. He took the money and didn't do business. He didn't update the equipment and didn't ask for technical guidance. If you ask me, this factory should have collapsed a long time ago. If it wasn't for Lao Zhang You have been helping us all these years, you have gone to drink the Northwest Wind, but now it is good, you checked the account books just a few minutes after you came here, what do you want to do?"

Song Wenbin didn't speak, just looked at Lao Zhang's head, and Lao Zhang just puffed out his cigarette, and said lightly: "Don't be so aggressive, Lao Wang, Xiao Song is also here to find a way."

"What method can he think of, how much money he needs?" The man said fiercely: "This is the biggest method, don't make so many messes, it's useless."

Song Wenbin leaned back on the chair, his eyes swept over the faces of the unfriendly workers, and then fell on the face of the old man smoking silently.

"How much is the labor cost short?" Song Wenbin asked.

"The labor item is actually not bad, but there is a temporary shortage of two months' wages."

Old Zhangtou said: "There are six male workers and three female workers, and the total is more than 6 yuan."

"Sixty thousand."

Song Wenbin pondered for a moment, and then turned over the account books. Compared with other losses, such as raw materials, machine failures, and crises caused by unsalable inventory, the labor gap is indeed not that big.

But 70... It's no wonder that the old man used the money to gamble in the stock market. Is this thinking of making money from the stock market to make up for the shortfall of the factory? Money was also lost.What a fucking mess.

Seeing him flipping through the account book without saying a word, the workers didn't know what Song Wenbin was thinking, and they immediately became dissatisfied, and asked one after another: "Hey, your family won't want to deduct our wages, will it?"

"I warn you, our contract says in black and white that there is a trade union in our park."

"Don't rummage around, let your old man talk quickly, don't hide from us all day! I don't know where I am at my age."

……

Not only did they talk by themselves, but they also called up several people who were working below. Six men and three women surrounded the office, chattering and chattering non-stop, and the more they talked, the more angry they became.

Song Wenbin was unmoved, and pressed the calculator on his own. He calculated the depreciation cost of the previous machines, and calculated the increasingly meager profits over the years. After the wages are paid, these profits can't even maintain the machine, let alone the loss of so much money in the previous two years.

After the accounts were settled, the workers were still cursing.

They scolded, but Song Wenbin ignored them. He stretched out his hand to the old man beside him and asked, "Where are the receipts from other factories, are they still there?"

The old Zhangtou looked at him in surprise, froze for a moment, then nodded, "In...all in..."

"Bring it here." Song Wenbin ordered calmly.

Lao Zhang took out a folder from the drawer, which contained many transaction slips, these transaction slips were purchase records with other raw material factories, as a transaction between factories, discounting is often not completed instantaneously Yes, it is normal to postpone the transaction.Song Wenbin flipped through the unfinished bills, frowning slightly.

These things look complicated, but they are also very simple to say, they still owe money to the raw material manufacturers.I still owe a lot.

Old Zhangtou looked at Song Wenbin and said, "This is the situation, and your father probably told you about it. I have nothing to do, after all, I'm just in charge."

Song Wenbin nodded and put down his cell phone. He felt that the matter here might be very troublesome and would not be resolved in a while, so he looked around on the table and found that there was a set of tea sets but no tea leaves, so he asked: "Is there any tea leaves?" Can we pour some tea and chat slowly."

tea……

The old man fell silent.

Seeing that Song Wenbin looked like an old god, the workers couldn't take it anymore, and the scar-faced man was even more straightforward. He went directly to a small fresh-keeping cabinet in the room, took out a small white bottle, walked up to Song Wenbin, With a bang, he put the bottle in front of Song Wenbin and said, "The tea is for the old man, you should drink this."

Song Wenbin looked at the white glass bottle on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

There is no doubt that it is a bottle of milk.