Two hours later, the drowsy Lu Yao finally lined up at the door of the security room.

"Where's your papers, take them all out!" said a tall security guard with a small flat head and a dignified face.

Lu Yao hurriedly took out the plastic bag for packing documents from his jacket pocket, opened it and gave it to the tall security guard one by one.

After the tall security guard carefully looked at the documents, he returned them all to Lu Yao and asked, "Are you not feeling well, or have you not eaten breakfast?"

"Comrade, I was waiting in line for too long, my feet were a little sore, and I was a little tired. Lu Yao replied.

"How can I do anything if I can't bear this little hardship?" asked the tall security guard.

"I'm from the countryside, and I can endure hardship. I've been in Yunhai City for almost a year, and I used to work in an orchard. Lu Yao hurriedly explained.

The tall security guard glared at Lu Yao and looked up and down again, and said, "Go in!"

Lu Yao walked into the gate of the factory, and queued for more than half a minute before he came to the recruitment desk in the lobby on the first floor of the office building. He held the document in both hands and handed it to a middle-aged man with smooth hair, glasses, and a soybean-sized fleshy mole on his chin and a tuft of hair on it.

"Have you ever worked in other factories?" the man with glasses glanced at Lu Yao, buried his head and asked unhurriedly while looking through his documents.

"Nope. Lu Yao replied honestly.

"How long have you been in Yunhai City?"

"It's been almost a year. ”

"What were you doing before?"

"Working in the orchard in the mountains behind the airport. ”

"Is that just doing manual work?" asked the man in glasses as he held his border guard card diagonally and checked the seal.

"I can also draw drawings, and when I was in the orchard, I once helped a construction worker in the airport project department draw drawings and do statistics. Lu Yao replied.

"You can draw drawings, and you can do statistics, but you only have a junior high school diploma?" asked the man with glasses, glaring at Lu Yao suspiciously.

"I went to high school for a semester. Lu Yao replied with a smile.

"That's still the beginning of Chinese! Our factory mainly produces plastic toys, and there is no need for workers to draw pictures and do statistics. I think you're more suitable to work as a feeder in the injection molding workshop, would you like to do it?" asked the man with glasses.

"How much is the salary?" Lu Yao asked.

"The trial period is three months, and the monthly salary is two hundred and sixteen. After the construction period, after becoming a regular employee, the monthly salary is 3500. There is a year-end bonus for working for one year, as well as various subsidies. From the second year onwards, the monthly salary is three hundred and eight, and the seniority bonus is ten yuan. The man with glasses said.

"Okay, I'll do the feeder. Lu Yao said.

"Go through the entry procedures, and after completing the procedures, go to the injection molding workshop to report to Director Wang. After the man with glasses finished speaking, he immediately pushed all the documents to a young woman with a ponytail sitting to his right. Lu Yao saw that her badge read "Clerk of the Personnel Department".

"Lu Yao!" the clerk picked up Lu Yao's ID card and shouted crisply.

"Here!" Lu Yao replied loudly, hurrying over.

"Sit down and fill out these documents. Write in block letters, try to write neatly. Do you have 10 one-inch bareheaded photos?" asked the clerk.

"No, I haven't had time to take pictures yet. Lu Yao replied.

"Later, you can go to the photo studio and take pictures, and tomorrow you will take them to the personnel department and hand them over to me." ”

"Okay, thank you!"

Ten minutes later, Lu Yao filled in the information, took the application form handed to him by the clerk and the temporary work card of the feeder in the injection molding workshop of MSCI Toy Factory, and went to the workshop on the first floor of the factory to report to Director Wang.

As soon as he walked into the door of the injection molding workshop where the machine roared, he almost lost his breath with the strong smell of plastic, and at the same time, a stream of acid water gushed out of his stomach and went straight to his mouth. He quickly withdrew, ran to the entrance to a sewer at the base of the factory wall, and squatted down, vomiting all the food he had eaten in the morning.

He squatted for another two minutes, feeling that there was really nothing to vomit, and then he stood up in a daze, and saw a faucet by the courtyard wall in a daze. He staggered over, turned on the faucet, and after washing up, he felt his head still dizzy. He wanted to leave the factory and look for a job elsewhere, and he thought that it would not be easy to find a job on a rainy day. So he decided to go into the workshop again to have a look, maybe get used to the smell in the workshop, and it would be fine.

He walked back to the door of the workshop, stood against the wall for a while, felt that there was not as much reaction as just now, and then slowly walked into the workshop.

Although the smell of plastic is still very irritating, I feel that my chest is very stuffy, and my eyes are a little unable to open, but there is no reaction in my stomach, maybe it is because I just vomited all the things in my stomach, right?

He saw that in the workshop of five or six hundred square meters, dozens of injection molding machines were placed in six rows, and two to three workers were busy in front of each machine. As the injection molding machine opens and closes, workers take out plastic models of various shapes from the mold, large and small, with different colors, which should be accessories for toys.

He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see the managers walking around the workshop. He walked over to the nearest injection molding machine, ready to ask the workers where Mr. Wang was.

He had just taken two steps when a stern reprimand sounded behind him: "Stop!"

Lu Yao immediately stopped and turned around, and saw a short-looking, black, oil-stained man staring at him fiercely. "Hello comrade, I'm looking for Director Wang! Is Director Wang in the workshop?"

"What are you looking for Director Wang?" the man asked sharply.

"I'm new here, I'm reporting to Director Wang. Lu Yao replied.

"Factory Director Wang is on the second floor! Who allowed you to come to the workshop? This is a production center, and idle personnel are not allowed to enter! Don't you know?" the man asked.

"It's my first time in the factory, I don't know. Lu Yao explained.

"Can't you read and write, can't you see that there is such a big row of words hanging above the door of the workshop?"

Lu Yao saw that this guy was fierce and hateful, and he was not very good at talking, so he quickly left the workshop and walked up to the second floor.

As soon as he went up to the stairwell on the second floor, he saw a security guard sitting behind a small desk, and he asked, "Hello, where is the office of the factory director?"

"Which factory director are you looking for? This floor is a silk screen printing workshop, not an office. The security guard said calmly.

"I looked for Director Wang in the injection molding workshop on the first floor. Lu Yao replied.

"He just went in and was talking to Director Liu of the silk screen printing workshop about work, you can wait here. The security guard said.

"That's okay, thank you, big brother!" Lu Yao said gratefully.

"There's a stool here, you can sit down. Look at your complexion, are you sick?" asked the security guard.