Since the opening of the factory, Wang Gong has moved into the dormitory in the factory area. Mao Xiang also actively proposed to open a small man's room in the factory and asked Mao Qing to help cook for Wang Gong. By the way, it also allows those employees who work overtime in case of emergency to eat a hot meal and a hot meal, saving them from working with an empty belly. At first, Xylophone was a little hesitant, thinking that it would be too expensive. After all, the factory has not yet seen benefits, so it is not suitable to lay out such a plan. Mao Xiang tried his best to talk about the eating difficulties faced by Wang Gong, and finally turned the xylophone. Xylophone temporarily arranged for Mao Qing to be a partner, mainly to solve the problem of Wang Gong's meal. As for other employees working overtime and needing to eat, they have to be approved by her to write a note. Although the xylophone is very cautious, it cannot squat in the factory every day. During this period, there will often be a small fork or something. It's none other than someone else, it's Mao Xiang who follows Wang Gong's ass like a fart all day long.

Mao Xiang came early and left late all day, and he regarded the factory as his home. The work in his own field only relies on the full moon to dance alone. Sometimes, Zhu'er also finds time to take a hand. He has become a hands-off shopkeeper, taking the factory as his home, and often relying on a stomach of oil and water in the room. Obviously he was accompanying Wang Gong to eat, but in fact, he was full of his own belly. Sometimes, he also went to Zhu'er's shop, secretly carried bottles of liquor, kept accounts in the name of Wang Gong, and used them to drink a few cups with Wang Gong. Wang Gong usually doesn't like to drink. As a result, the wine was basically poured into Mao Xiang's stomach. Wang Gong didn't care about these little things. The xylophone hindered Wang Gong's face, and it was not easy to talk about anything. Mao Xiang was secretly complacent, and his heart gradually became bigger, and he had to drink a few taels of wine with Wang Gong every day.

When Mao Xiang saw Yang Xing enter the office, he said, Yang Xing, come and help me. Wang Gong's chess skills are too strong, and I lost all afternoons. Didn't win a single set.

The foreign company went up to watch from both sides. After a few glances, I saw the doorway. He had to admire Mao Xiang's sleekness and the means of coaxing Wang Gong. In fact, Mao Xiang's troop arrangement is very clever. Behind the officers below the battalion commander, they all followed the work of the army commander and commander, and there were bombs waiting behind them. Around the mines and military chess, there are division-level heavy soldiers guarding them. The sappers lurked eagerly beside the passage where they could advance and retreat freely. If he fights with real skills, Wang Gong is definitely not his opponent. However, Mao Xiang can pretend to be stupid and let Wang Gong win the chess, and he will not show the slightest intention to let the chess flaw. Wang Gong, an intellectual who coaxed his heart without distractions, smiled and was smug.

The foreign bank did not point out the clumsy tricks of Mao Xiang, and let him fool Wang Gong to play. After watching it for a while, the foreign company felt very boring. He locked his car in the parking lot of the factory and rushed home to dinner.

Tooth and Vanilla are busy stir-frying and cooking in the pot house. Thick vapor came out of the room and gradually dissipated into the somewhat cool air of the courtyard. In the hall, the bank came back, and he was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals with Zhenfu, drinking tea and pulling at the same time. The conversation between the two did not seem to be going well. The bank grimaced and kept wiping the tea dirt on the edge of the bowl with his fingers. Zhenfu stretched his old face and stared at the bank, as if he was teaching him a lesson.

Seeing that the foreign bank came back from outside, Zhenfu said concludingly, what is this. Wouldn't it be better if you contracted alone? If you have money, you can earn it, and you will be blessed with it. It's a good thing that pie falls from the sky, and I think my brain is smashed and hurts, and I'm sick. Besides, you don't have to worry. I'll run to you a few more times to help you, and what's going on with you. [End of Chapter]