"Oh, I'm also from Chaju University. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Song Baojun had to pick up the conversation.

"Oh! My son is studying Chinese, and I don't know if you recognize him. "Middle-aged women are becoming more and more interested.

Song Baojun had no choice but to ask, "Auntie, what's your son's name?" Maybe we're still classmates. ”

"My son's name is Guo Jun, the first class of the second grade of the Chinese department, have you heard of it?" asked the middle-aged woman with a smile.

Song Baojun was taken aback, he almost didn't fall out of the window, he really couldn't imagine that the guy who slept opposite his bed, the toothless boy who was powerful every day, ate and wore lavishly, had a mother who worked as a coolie in the port!

Chinese-style families have always adhered to the education method of "no matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter for your children", and if you have any good things, you would rather be difficult yourself, and you will try to spend money on your children. On college campuses, which pay attention to comparison and vanity, it is even more exaggerated, and some parents work hard for a month not enough to buy a high-end mobile phone for their children.

Although Guo Jun's rabbit cub is not as good as Liu Peilong, Qu Jingsen, Long Ya and other rich second generations in school, he is much stronger than Song Baojun, with a living allowance of three or four thousand yuan per month, he eats well, and the clothes he wears are also brand goods.

Song Baojun knew how hard the heavy work on the construction site was, and it turned out that all the money was earned by his parents to pay for him.

Now listening to the middle-aged woman's words, Song Baojun almost couldn't believe his ears, and said, "Auntie, what are you doing at the port?"

The aunt said, "It's just doing chores, helping with odd jobs, doing everything." When the children are older, there are many places to pay for studying. As he spoke, his eyes were full of anticipation and yearning, obviously thinking of the beautiful life of his son finding a good job after graduation in the future.

Song Baojun hurriedly said: "Guo Jun, I know that the students in the school are very powerful, they study well, they are very diligent, the teachers like him very much, I heard that he has participated in many activities, and even several professors are full of praise for him, he is our role model." ”

"Really!" The middle-aged woman's eyes lit up like light bulbs, her mouth almost cracked to the root of her ears, and she smiled: "Actually, my little handsome person is not stupid, by the way, you are a classmate of him? I see that you look white and clean, no wonder!"

Don't mention the sweat in Song Baojun's heart.

The two chatted all the way, and stopped at the station outside the port project department, the middle-aged woman repeatedly thanked and said goodbye, and Song Baojun was afraid that she would be retaliated against by the thugs, so he followed all the way.

Fortunately, as soon as he got out of the car, the gangsters seemed to have something to do and rushed to leave, and no one had time to pay attention to him.

A vacant lot outside the station is a place where migrant workers gather, and a row of bungalows was built, and the foreman received the work from the project department and then came over to distribute it to everyone.

At this time, there were more than 100 people standing around, divided into several groups, and each with a few foremen talking.

Song Baojun saw that it was okay, shook his head, and prepared to return to the project department.

A foreman wearing a yellow hard hat shouted: "Wang Mei, what are you doing? I'll let you meet here at two o'clock in the afternoon, and you can see what time it is? It's been more than ten minutes! I don't want your salary this month!"

Song Baojun looked back and saw Guo Jun's mother running over in a panic with a basket, drooping her head, looking at a loss.

The foreman pointed to the helmet behind her back and said, "If you don't wear a helmet, you will be fined 500 yuan!"

Wang Mei hurriedly put on her helmet and shouted: "Boss, boss, I am usually fined 50 for not wearing a helmet for the first time and 200 for the second time, why is it my turn to be 500?"

The foreman glared and said, "Do you dare to talk back?" I can punish as much as I want, then don't do it today, go back by yourself." ”

Wang Mei didn't dare to argue with it, so she lowered her head and said, "That's ...... Five hundred is five hundred. ”

The foreman was obviously used to being majestic on weekdays, and although the other workers standing in the open space saw Wang Mei pitiful, no one helped. What's more, there are many things to do, some people are in a hurry to organize their tools, and some people are smoking and resting on the side, and no one notices the situation here.

Song Baojun walked over and said: "Boss, even if she violates the safety regulations without wearing a helmet, she will be fined according to the rules and regulations. ”

The Chazhou Xingang Project Department stipulates that safety helmets must be worn when entering the construction site, but the place where workers gather is obviously not counted.

The foreman looked Song Baojun up and down, and saw that he was dressed ordinary, not to mention any leader, so he sneered: "I discipline my subordinates, what are you doing? This is the place of our Yakun engineering team, you get out of here immediately, otherwise Lao Tzu will throw you out." ”

"Yakun engineering team?" Song Baojun saw the work card on the foreman's chest and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Boss Ding, hehe, hehe!"

Wang Mei was only afraid that there would be a conflict between the two, so she pushed Song Baojun out and said, "Little brother, don't fight with Boss Ding, I am willing to pay this fine." ”

"Let him go! A green-skinned boy dares to chirp crookedly here! It's impatient!" Boss Ding shouted in the back.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Song Baojun was not angry, and walked back with his hands in his trouser pockets until he left their field of vision.

Back in the office, Feng Jialin was not very surprised by the boss's sudden attack, and took out the folder and began to report in an orderly manner.

This former high school class girl wears a cool-toned OL suit, and she is very dignified and beautiful.

She has accepted the humiliation she suffered during the last interview, and even secretly hopes that Song Baojun will humiliate herself again.

In fact, this mentality is no longer natural for Feng Jialin.

When she was in high school, she was the class flower and student of the stars, and both teachers and classmates respected her. After going to college, I also had a smooth journey, and I was so squeamish that I didn't find out that before the social reality, my so-called advantages were just as pale as paper.

The scale of the project in Chazhou Xingang, the high power of officials, and the huge wealth of rich people are far beyond Feng Jialin's imagination.

She is a member of the inaction here, not attracting attention at all, and sometimes being harassed by her boss and excluded by her colleagues, making her work very difficult, and gradually detached from the unrealistic ideas she had when she was studying.

If you want to talk about looks, there are beautiful women here, if you want to talk about academic qualifications, there are a lot of masters and doctors here, and if you want to talk about work ability, you don't need to mention it as an intern. Therefore, the arrogant Feng Jialin became a member of the project department.

If you don't do it well, you will be scolded, and if you do it well, no one will praise you. If you are wronged, you bear it yourself, and no one comforts you. When you are not wronged, others look at you horizontally and vertically, and try to make you feel wronged.

In just four months of internship, Feng Jialin has seen the cold reality.

Everything changed when she was elected full-time secretary by the new security councillor.

The female boss who used to be high in the sky saw her from a distance and trotted over, carefully whispering greetings, and her low-eyed posture made Feng Jialin often think that it was not true.

When those usually high-spirited colleagues saw her, they nodded and competed to please her, for fear that they would make her unhappy if they said the wrong thing.

Including some leaders with high positions, they were also polite when they met her.

There is also an ordinary pastry box given to her by the cooperative unit with 100,000 yuan of Chinese coins, or one day after work suddenly found a brand-name bag worth tens of thousands of yuan lying on the sofa, and an expensive watch on the desk inexplicably, just to let Feng Jialin give him a few kind words in front of the new safety commissioner.

Although Feng Jialin didn't dare to accept it, she reported it to the discipline inspection department one by one, but she understood what this meant.

The salary is higher, the authority is more relaxed, and the working environment has also changed dramatically, which makes Feng Jialin feel like he is living in a dream.

All of it, all stems from her current position: full-time secretary to the Security Council.

So Feng Jialin knew very well what kind of attitude he should have, and even looked forward to having a more intimate relationship with Commissioner Song.

In this mentality, she looks at Song Baojun's words and deeds differently.

In the interval between the report, Feng Jialin hurriedly returned to the bathroom to put on makeup, and the buttons of the small shirt were deliberately loosened to show the not plump furrow on the chest.

"Committee member Song, several units that found problems during this week's safety inspection have ordered rectification within a time limit according to your intentions. Feng Jialin took out a document and gently put it in front of Song Baojun, leaning over slightly, so that his chest could appear more intuitively in front of Song Baojun's eyes.

Song Baojun didn't notice the other party's deliberate sexiness at all, picked up the document and glanced at it roughly, and said: "I arranged for a birch security company to work in the port, responsible for part of the safety production management, and you let other departments cooperate." ”

Feng Jialin didn't find the relevant information on the computer, so he hurriedly said: "How can the birch company cooperate?"

"There are about 200 people, I hope to arrange a three-month on-the-job training first, and strive to be proficient in business and have a certificate, can you help contact someone from the Ministry of Labor?"

Feng Jialin nodded hurriedly.

"I recommend a few candidates to work in the safety supervision department and the security department, you say hello, let the leaders of these departments inspect and inspect. ”

Feng Jialin nodded, and said, "Several leaders hope to see you, but they don't know when you are free, and I have asked a few times this week." ”

According to the division of powers, the port project is managed by the management committee, so the management committee composed of seven members belongs to the "highest authority" of the place, and the following are the various departments.

As a member of the safety committee, Song Baojun also has several departments directly under his jurisdiction, namely the safety supervision department, the security department, the safety joint conference and the fire brigade.

The safety supervision department is mainly responsible for production safety, the security department is responsible for the maintenance of work and public order, and the safety joint meeting is jointly composed of personnel from traffic, traffic police squadron, public security, fire protection, Xingang Police Station of the Municipal Public Security Bureau and other departments.