In these days, there are hardly any restaurants on the streets, and some of them are state-run.

At that time, I was able to work in a state-run hotel, which was a very enviable profession. At that time, the waiters in the state-run hotel were very popular, and of course, the service attitude was very average.

At that time, the quality of food in state-run restaurants was absolutely guaranteed, and there were basically no phenomena such as adulteration, shoddy, and lack of pounds to harm customers.

However, when you go to a state-run restaurant to eat, in addition to money, you also need to pay food stamps, and the state-run restaurant has already left work at this point, so Duan Yun can't go to the restaurant to eat now.

But fortunately, there are often some vendors pushing carts to buy food on the street at the gate of the factory, and Duan Yun can go to them to buy some food.

These people who push dilapidated bicycles to sell things are farmers in the villages around the factory, and use some coarse grains stored at home to make corn tortillas and sell them, all of which are freshly made on the same day, and the price is also very cheap.

The tortillas were placed in a homemade wooden box, covered with a quilt to keep warm, and Duan Yun asked for two cakes, plus a small packet of pickles, which cost five cents.

Two tortillas with a little pickles in the middle is a 'simple version' of the burger, which is enough for Duan Yun to make do with a meal.

"Whew!"

Just as Duan Yun handed over the money and reached out to pick up the cakes, a short and thin figure suddenly ran from the mouth of the alley next to him, snatched the cakes from the hands of the old farmer, and then desperately ran towards the dimly lit corners around him!

"Stop!" The old farmer of wheat cakes was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he shouted in the local dialect of Daxing: "You are waiting for Lao Tzu to stop!"

"Click!" kicked the rear bracket of the car, and the old man picked up a stone from the ground and chased after him.

To be honest, the local rural folk customs in Daxing are still a bit strong, Duan Yun didn't hold it, and in desperation, he also rode a bicycle to chase after it.

If it was in the past, Duan Yun would definitely avoid this kind of thing, but today he saw the old man standing on the side of the street until late at night in order to earn some energy, it was really not easy, and he felt a little sympathetic in his heart, so he also rode a bicycle to follow.

The black shadow was running extremely fast, and the old man was already out of breath after chasing him for dozens of meters, and Duan Yun was fortunately riding a bicycle, otherwise it would be difficult for him to catch up.

The black shadow in front of him ran for several hundred meters in a row, and suddenly turned and rushed into an alley next to it without street lights.

Duan Yun rode to the mouth of the alley, and was hesitating whether to continue chasing, but suddenly heard a muffled sound, followed by a cry of pain.

Then in the dim moonlight, Duan Yun found that this was a dead end, and directly in front of him was the main entrance of a bungalow, and the short boy seemed to have tripped over the stone steps outside the door of the bungalow next to him, lying on the ground and screaming in pain, obviously not lightly.

Seeing the short young man who was already injured on the ground, and then at the panting old man chasing after him, Duan Yun's mind suddenly moved.

"Shut up, bear with me!" Duan Yun said in a low voice to the injured short young man at the mouth of the alley, and then turned the bicycle around and rode towards the old man who was chasing.

"Where's that little bubble?" asked the old man panting after seeing Duan Yun.

"I just ran over the wall from that alley. Duan Yun sighed, and then said, "Forget it, don't chase it, the money for the cake just now is mine." ”

"Hey, this can't do this, this can't work, the cake was snatched from my hands......" The old man's head shook like a rattle, although the people were fierce, but these peasants were also reasonable people.

"Alright, that's it for today. Seeing that the old man seemed to be holding a stone and wanted to chase it, Duan Yun hurriedly said, "Uncle, I want all your cakes, come and help me wrap them." ”

"Do you want to wrap up the round?" the old man was stunned for a moment.

"If you don't sell it, I'll leave. Duan Yun said that he was about to pedal the car away.

"Hey, don't go, sell!" the old man hurriedly called out to Duan Yun.

Then, Duan Yun followed the old man back to the factory gate, and for five cents, Duan Yun wrapped the rest of the cakes.

Carrying the whole bag of tortillas, Duan Yun returned to the mouth of the alley.

"Thank you!" At this time, the short young man limped out of it, still holding half a piece of jade flour cake in his hand, and after seeing Duan Yun, he thanked him.

"Are you a disciple of our factory?" Duan Yun asked with a frown after taking a large look at the short young man.

"Hmm. ”

"Then why are you doing such a thing?"

"Hungry ......"

"Isn't it working?" Duan Yun asked again.

"Where do you have so many problems?" the short young man was a little impatient, and turned to leave.

"I have twenty more tortillas here, and if you'll answer my question, they're all yours. Duan Yun picked up the bag of cakes and shook it in front of the short man.

"You ......"

The short young man glanced at the big bag of cakes that Duan Yun was carrying in his hand, and then at the brand-new big twenty-eight that Duan Yun was riding, with a little surprise in his eyes, and then said, "I said ......"

It turned out that this short young man was named Cao Dong, two years younger than Duan Yun, and he was also an educated youth who went to the countryside in the south before.

Cao Dong was an only son in the family, his mother died of hemorrhage after giving birth to him, and his father was a temporary worker in the factory, and because the family was poor, he never remarried.

At the beginning of last year, Cao Dong learned that his father was seriously ill, so he picked up the train overnight and ran back from the southern village, but he only took care of him for less than half a month before his father died of a serious illness.

Because his hukou was still in the southern countryside, Cao Dong became a 'black household', unable to find a job, and could only survive by climbing over the wall at night to the factory to steal iron and buy scrap yards.

During this time, the factory strengthened the manpower on night shift security duty, and also added sharp barbed wire to the factory wall, which was undoubtedly equivalent to cutting off Cao Dong's only financial route.

In the past half a month, Cao Dong's life can be described as a tragic word, his family is surrounded by walls, and he is penniless, so he can only take advantage of the night to go to the farmland of a nearby village at night to steal some radish and tomatoes to eat, and he has been beaten several times for this.

Duan Yun was also a little thoughtful when he heard this.

In fact, there are many young people like Cao Dong these years, who can't enter the factory or become a worker, and have become local second-rate people and gangsters.

"That's it......" After listening to Cao Dong's story, Duan Yun raised his eyebrows and said to him: "If I find you a job, will you do it?"

"What kind of work?" Cao Dong suddenly became vigilant when he heard this.

"It's definitely not illegal anyway, and I'm the boss. Duan Yun saw Cao Dong's thoughts.

"Are you the boss?" Cao Dong was stunned.

"If you are willing to work with me, I guarantee that you will earn more than the workers in the factory, and if you do well, I will give you a bonus!"

"I'll do it with you, you just give the money!" Cao Dong replied very dryly.

In fact, for Cao Dong, he has no other options at the moment.

"Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon, you will be waiting for me in this place. Duan Yun smiled at Cao Dong, threw the pack of tortillas in his hand to him, and said, "Okay, let's go home quickly!"