Among the six districts of Jianwu City, the high-tech zone is the most 'young' district, and it is also the fastest growing, the most enterprises and the largest area, a southwest area of Jianwu City until the area connecting the subordinate counties in the south, all belong to the jurisdiction of the high-tech development zone, of which there are more than two of the three areas, are upgraded on the basis of the suburbs, so the high-tech zone is also called the development zone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There are 9 streets under the jurisdiction of the high-tech zone, and the Xingxing Towel Factory is under the jurisdiction of Tengfei Street, located in the northernmost part of Tengfei Street, Zhao Zejun often came to build Wanda Plaza on the site of Xingfei Factory in his last life, and the location is very familiar.

But after driving around for more than ten minutes, I didn't find the Star Factory.

Xingxing Factory is not a large state-owned enterprise, but it is an enterprise with 200 employees and hundreds of acres of land, and it is impossible to hide in that corner. But when I asked a few people on the road, they all shook their heads and said they didn't know.

In the end, two old men playing chess on the side of the road heard Zhao Zejun ask for directions, and kindly told him that there was a 'Tengfei Driving School' not far away.

"Uncle, I heard that this factory has more than 100 acres of land, why do you want to use the site of a driving school?" Zhao Zejun didn't rush to go, he lowered a cigarette to each of the two old men, squatted on the side and chatted casually to understand the situation.

"It's not the site of the driving school used by the Star Factory, it is the driving school that rents the site of the Star Factory. The old man lit a cigarette and said, "That factory has been open for many years, and the benefits are not good, but the place is quite large, so I rented part of it to that driving school." ”

"Their factory efficiency is so poor?" Zhao Zejun asked with a smile. The star factories have all closed down, and the poor efficiency is certain, Zhao Zejun knows it. However, these two old men look like the kind of people who have lived in the local area all their lives, and the streets and alleys are clear about all the big and small affairs, and Zhao Zejun wants to know more about the Star Factory from them.

"Why are you asking this?" an old man looked at Zhao Zejun.

"I have a relative who works in it,......" Zhao Zejun pointed to his head and said, "He's not very good here." I'm here to inquire about the situation. ”

"Oh, people with disabilities. Yes, this factory is a welfare factory, and the government is specially opened to take care of the disabled. But ......" The old man looked at the cruiser parked on the side of the road, and said pointedly, "I see that you are not short of money, young man, and if the conditions permit, it is better not to let your relatives work here." ”

"Why?" Zhao Zejun asked.

"Why do you have to ask why? I see that you are also a business owner, so why don't you even understand this truth?" said the old man.

"Old man, you advise me a lot. Zhao Zejun said, handing over another cigarette.

The old man took the cigarette and said, "Think about it, no matter how good the efficiency of this factory is, there are one or two hundred people, and there is still a lot of oil and water in such a large site." As for the workers in the factory, they are all a group of disabled people, one has no background, and the other has no ability, and they can't even find a job when they leave this factory, so they can only swallow their anger when they are bullied. Now the social atmosphere is not good, everyone looks forward, as long as no one dies, no one cares about the affairs here. Do you understand?"

"Isn't this a Tengfei street, so you won't abuse the disabled, right?" asked Zhao Zejun.

"What you asked, it's true that Tengfei Street is under the management of this place, but the street is a government unit, not an enterprise, and the deputy director of the specific management is responsible for the production and operation of the usual. ”

The old man glanced at the gate of the driving school in the distance, and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you another gossip, this deputy factory director is a cousin with the owner of the driving school, the owner of the driving school is not a good person, mixed society, we are afraid of him." ”

"Okay, okay, you old thing just talk a lot of nonsense, you're old, and you don't understand it. How about the towel factory of the driving school, what does it matter to you and me? Play chess and chess. The other old man waved his hand.

"Hey, I'm over seventy, what am I afraid of! Those people in the towel factory are too bad things, and if they are allowed to do it, they are not allowed to say it?" The old man turned his head to Zhao Zejun and said, "Young man, that's all I have to say." If you really care about family affection, don't let your relatives do it here. ”

"Okay, I see, thank you, uncle. Junzi, you go to the commissary to buy two bottles of water for the two uncles, don't get heat stroke on a hot day. ”

Back in the car, when Junzi bought back the water, Zhao Zejun asked him to park the car on the side of the road nearby and walk to the driving school.

As soon as you enter the gate of the driving school, you will be greeted by a big square, more than a dozen coaches parked at the edge of the field, through the square, on the side of the office building of the driving school, you will find a large iron gate with a flash of rust, and there is a big sign with blurred handwriting hanging on the side of the iron door: Star Towel Factory.

An iron chain the size of a child's arm was wrapped around the iron door, and it was locked.

Holding on to the iron gate and about to make an inquiry, he heard a dog barking, a security guard with a big belly and a round waist, leading a big wolf dog to appear, through the gate, fiercely said: "Learn to drive in front, we are here in the factory, idlers are not allowed to enter." ”

"We don't learn to drive, we come to the factory. Junzi said.

The security guard was a little vigilant: "Who are you, what are you doing in the factory?"

Junzi looked at Zhao Zejun with inquiring eyes, Zhao Zejun nodded slightly, and Junzi said: "The Star Factory has been sold, didn't your leaders inform you? This is the new boss of the Star Factory, Mr. Zhao, open the door." ”

The security guard looked at Zhao Zejun twice and shook his head: "The door can't be opened for you now, you wait, I'll report to the factory director." ”

After speaking, he turned around and strode towards the factory office building, leaving the big wolf dog squatting behind the iron door, staring at Zhao Zejun with wide eyes.

"Brother, how can anyone lock the door in broad daylight?" Junzi pointed to the copper lock on the iron door, "It's not that the detention center doesn't let people in and out, in case of a fire or something, this door is locked, and it won't be a big deal!"

"That's ......," Zhao Zejun snorted, "I'm going to ask the director here soon." ”

"Would you like to call Tengfei Street?" asked Junzi.

"No, I don't. Zhao Zejun shook his head, Chen Dapeng, director of Tengfei Street, represented the government unit, and he had also dealt with him, so he was an acquaintance. However, after all, he represents the government, and it is not clear what the situation of the factory is, and if Chen Dapeng is present, there is no room for maneuver if he finds something excessive.

From the gate, you can see the office building of the Star Factory, which is less than a hundred meters away, but it took almost half an hour for the security guard to come back.

There was also a chubby middle-aged man who came with him.

"Mr. Zhao, hello, I can be regarded as looking forward to you!" From the office building to the iron gate, less than a hundred meters away, the fat man ran out of breath, his white shirt was sweaty, and he pointed to the big lock of the iron door and said to the security guard: "Don't hurry up and open the door, please Mr. Zhao come in." ”

Through the gate, Zhao Zejun could smell the fat man's smell of wine and sweat.

The security guard hurriedly opened the door, and Zhao Zejun took the initiative to hand his documents to the fat man and said, "Hello, I'm Zhao Zejun." ”

The fat man glanced at it quickly, returned the documents to Zhao Zejun respectfully, and said, "I know, the street notified me this morning." Let me introduce myself, the contemptible person is Song Cheng, the deputy director of the Star Factory, and Director Chen of the street is too busy with work, so I usually manage this small factory. Mr. Zhao, on a hot day, let's go to the office to talk. ”

"There's no hurry. Zhao Zejun pointed to the lock on the big iron door, and asked with a smile: "Director Song, what's going on with this lock, the lock door in broad daylight, is this to prevent thieves, or to prevent me?"

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, I knew you must have misunderstood. Let's talk as we go......"

The fat man Song Cheng led the way in front and said: "You know that the situation in our factory is very special, the workers are all disabled, and a large part of them are mentally retarded. I let people lock the door because they were afraid that they would run away. Tell me, if one or two are lost, how can I explain it? In the streets and districts, if such a major task is entrusted to me, it is a trust in me, and it is even if the factory is not profitable and cannot make money, and if there is a loss of personnel, how can I be worthy of the trust of the organization? I am also sorry for my conscience. ”

"Organizationally, Director Chen is a civil servant?" asked Zhao Zejun.

"That's not true, but I'm also the guild chairman of our factory, and besides, I'm directly under the leadership of the street, so I'm an organized person. ”

Zhao Zejun nodded: "Oh, that's the case." However, even if the workers here are mentally retarded, they should be mildly mentally retarded, so how can they get lost? If it is so serious, how can they still produce in normal times?"

"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what if. Song Cheng sighed and said, "You just came, you don't know our difficulties." In this factory, there is not much money to be made, but the responsibility is too heavy, and it must be guaranteed to be foolproof. ”

"Well, people with disabilities are the focus of social attention, and it is true that there is nothing to be done, and if there is a 'mistake', then it is 'foolproof'. Zhao Zejun nodded.

Song Chengbi gave a thumbs up and laughed: "Mr. Zhao, you said this too well!

As he spoke, he had already passed through the factory and came to a three-story office building. The factory area is not large, in addition to this office building, there are two rows of factories, a small warehouse, and a basketball court, but it looks like it hasn't been used for a long time, the rebounds are tattered, and there is not even a basket.

The factory was deserted, and there were no workers in sight, but under the office building, two security guards with batons stood loosely.

"What about the workers?" asked Zhao Zejun.

"It's not lunch, it's all in the cafeteria. Song Cheng pointed to the row of bungalows behind the factory that were smoking.

"Oh, that's right, let's go to the cafeteria and have a look. Zhao Zejun asked.

"The cafeteria is messy, it's hot, and there are a lot of people, so what are you going to do? If you haven't eaten yet, I'll treat you and go down to the restaurant to pick you up. Song Cheng said.

Zhao Zejun said jokingly: "Mr. Song, you don't let me go to the canteen, shouldn't it be that the canteen has poor food, I'm afraid to show it?"

"Look at what you said, no matter how dark my conscience is, I can't deduct the food of the disabled! That's okay, let's go to the cafeteria! Mr. Zhao invites, I'll lead the way. ”

Bypassing the factory building is the canteen.

At the door of the canteen, Zhao Zejun finally met the workers of the Star Factory.

Two long rows of rice queues, a water of blue overalls, some people with their mouths open, silly smiles on their faces, probing their heads to look ahead, some people with crutches, or one sleeve empty......

"Mr. Zhao, almost half of our 218 workers here are mildly mentally retarded, and the rest are all kinds of disabilities, lame, crippled, with broken arms and few hands, as well as deaf, mute, by the way, and two blind people, arranged in the warehouse. ”

Zhao Zejun nodded, pointed to the four security guards on both sides of the team, patrolling back and forth with rubber sticks, and frowned: "We are here, there seem to be more security guards, right?"

All the way in, in less than ten minutes, I have already seen seven armed security guards.