A wise boss should know that the canteen is the mouth of the factory, and it will explain a lot of things, and there are always secrets that you want to plug. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you are a savvy job seeker, you may want to think of the canteen as the face of your boss, and you can see a variety of expressions, which is a scene that you can boldly observe.

Every day, there are always so many times, on time, the whole factory employees gather together to play a song for migrant workers to eat and play a song. The sound of pots and pans, human voices, tables, chairs and benches, whirring fans, the sound of rushing water, synthesized string songs, crowded together.

If you listen carefully, this string song is not very harmonious, there are noises, there are different voices, some people whisper complaints, some people whisper abuse, and some people even shout accusations.

In the queue, some people pushed and helped, and the queue was surging, like 'thousands of miles of Yellow River surging'.

Fortunately, there are always some people who are the mainstay of the team, making it like 'the Great Wall will never fall'.

The doorman who maintains order, 'Open your eyes, open your mouth';

Strong, 'Rush out of the way, wave your hand';

The fast hand is already the 'long piece in the hand' of the rice spoon;

The mouth is about to eat first, and it already has a 'different taste in the heart';

height, how many people are 'looking forward to it';

At the end of the line, 'Wait until when'!

In front of the window of the food, the diners, 'those who go, those who come, come'.

This scene, the ups and downs will never change, for many years like a day, this song should only be in the dining hall, and it has to be heard several times a day.

These diners are no longer the people in the 'people who eat for the sky', they have become another type of people - migrant workers.

As the old saying goes, 'Life is a lifetime, you earn food and clothing'.

As the saying goes, 'Life in the world, food and clothing'.

Once upon a time, 'eating was our number one priority', but now it seems to be no longer the case.

Again, the current situation of the canteen has many problems.

Although He Le has already dug up a lot, there must still be many blind spots that he has not seen, otherwise, the canteen would not be so dark.

Theoretically, when the eyes are intertwined, the blind spots are not so blind.

Migrant workers should take care of their own food, through reasonable channels, with the right methods, to do what they deserve, if we don't care about our own food, and let all these things go unchecked, no one will really care about us.

Don't look at the number of diners in the canteen across the country, often tens of millions and hundreds of millions, in fact, we are just some scattered individuals, unable to cohesion, there are not a few words of the same voice, some are just noisy, even if the big people want to figure it out, they can't figure it out.

Since the food expenses are deducted, you have the right to eat enough.

If you can't count on those unattainable powers, you have to count on the boss's kindness.

Employees who eat well, rest well, and develop abundant physical strength and full spirit are also to be betrayed to the boss.

Even if we rent cattle in our countryside to cultivate the land, the tenant has to feed the cattle with the best forage. That way you can plow quickly and evenly.

Employees can't muster up the spirit of 12 points when they work, and the output and quality that the boss wants will not be so guaranteed.

Some big bosses only use big target management, big delegation of power, and don't care about the production in the factory, let alone a small canteen.

The odds of the canteen being on the board's agenda couldn't be lower, which is a kind of sadness for the canteen, a kind of sadness like a cold palace.

Everyone is sad and some people are happy, and those individuals are still profitable in the canteen system.

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He Le couldn't comfort him, He Le could only clench his fists at night.

"Ho Le, what's that thing?"

The sunset melts gold, and that's not the same twilight.

The sky in the west is as bright as a fire in an oven, and the sunset is red, which is the best stove.

There are two or three star lanterns lit, and the heavenly court is preparing for the lantern night feast. More starry lights are fixed in their own places, just waiting for the night to come.

He Le had already eaten well and was full, and he sat alone on the railing on the sixth floor of the dormitory building of Wang Pin Company, which was only one brick wide, and opened his mind to let the breeze wash his face and let the sea breeze pass through his body, helping him to dissipate excessive food calories.

He Le is reading a book, reading Mo Yan's novella "Your Actions Make Us Afraid". One of his hearts understood the pain of Mo Yan's self-renewal, and the other thought about the diet of the migrant workers between the words.

The railing was three feet three feet higher than the slab, which was a thrilling position, and his behavior was even more terrifying. He Le has no protection, downstairs is the three-way ground outside the dishwashing sink in the canteen, and there are still traces of water that have not dried. And reading a book is very easy to fascinate people, what should you do once you lose your mind?

No one will be sorry for him anymore, and when he is seen sitting and lying, standing, walking, running and jumping, and even sleeping on it countless times, he will become accustomed to it, and even the people in the security department will no longer care about him.

He Le has not been in the factory for a long time, and he is definitely an alternative to the company, and he always has a force that is reassuring.

Like him, he can eat five meals a day, he can eat as much as he wants, and there are several staple foods and dishes for him to choose from, and the soup is constantly served throughout the day. How many such workers can there be?

He Le's body was nailed with sunny-yellow hair.

Is there a hungry gaze that sees him as a roast sheep on a railing?

He Le sat with sore legs, and in order to prove that he was not a sheep, he stood up and walked for a while on the railing that was not yet the width of a magazine.

When he was less than ten years old, he often followed his father up the high scaffolding, and he was not afraid of the height of the building. When he lived in the capital for a few days and ate and lived with so many heads of state, he was not afraid of other people's high status.

The mind is always moving higher and farther, and it is not to be amazed by the opinions of the world.

"It is said that the sky is good, the gods are happy, and how many tears are there behind the success......" The tape recorder in room 502 behind him was also full of electricity, and he sang to his heart's content.

He Le looked in the distance in the direction where the song had run, and a long wisp of singing fishing line hung down on the mango tree in the corner of the industrial area, hanging a familiar figure under the tree.

The man pulled his little head, like a wilted black eggplant, and even at dusk, the earth's qi could not bring him back to his original place. There was still a shovel of sunlight that was still hot, sticking him to the trunk of the tree, and the black image behind him was scorched.

Is he still the one He Le is familiar with?

He Le naturally skillfully typed a string of sign language, and the sign language followed the singing, and the beat was fanned in his face, and he was indifferent.

He Le had no choice but to shout: "Bear!"

He Le's voice was many times faster than the singing, this sound was launched from his well-fed vocal cords, crossed the runway of the song, and hit the left ear of the bear at once, entering from his left ear, coming out of his right ear, and bounced back from the mango tree, splashing the bear's head and face, and drenching him all over, but the bear did not tremble.

The bear seemed to have been roasted by the sun and lost consciousness.

He must be in trouble, I have to hurry down to save him! He Le was eager to rush over the runway of singing, fortunately he was already a person with a materialized mind, and would not do such a shocking thing.

He Le went down the stairs faster than the basketball that was rolling down.

Throwing the lights in the dormitory building, he ran the roads of the industrial city flat and straight, and he chased the retreating sunset behind the hills.

There was a large bundle of sound waves in that song, alertly hitching on his shoulders and tumbling on his back in chase. He stopped, and the hot sonic wave passed over him, and poured it on the bear's head, which he woke up with a thud.

"What's wrong with you?"

He Le's question picked up his bear paw, although he raised it lazily, and shook it so that although it was a soft bag, the bear paw was still shiny, and there was still salvation.

With the greeting, He Le's friendship arrived, and he hugged the bear steadily, pulling him out of the oil pot with multiple burns.

Friendship is a greeting, not a reproach, and it is a snare for him from the oil pot.

He Le pushed him, he was no longer even a bear, he was like a pile of thin batter, sticking to the ground, the more He Le pushed and pulled, the longer he grew.

He Le still had to push and push, and he still had to say: "Where is your bear? Whatever you look like? You can throw away anything, at least you can't lose your bear, otherwise if you are lucky, how can you still recognize you! Who will it ask for to receive ......?"

He Le's pushing finally exceeded his sticky limit, and he used the linguistic power he had accumulated from his literary cultivation to squeeze out the tears of the bear.

This process was not easy, and He Le used the rest of the twilight on him.

The bear's tears were so dark that they stained the whole world with night.

You have to change places to change your mood.

Finally, the tear-dried-dry bear was still moved.

He Le glued him to his side and pulled him up the boulevard.

The dappled light and shadow can faintly convey the bear's detached mood.

"What's the matter with you, why are you sulking so much?"

The tears were squeezed dry, the sulking was still there, and the bear was silent.

Stuffiness tends to steam itself, so use its own tears to steam itself softer and softer. He Le had to puncture his sulking while he was still a little stiff.

The deflated bear was so weak, taller than a cow and bigger than a horse, he was as cowardly as a little girl, and half of his body leaned on He Le's broad shoulders.

You must induce him to pour out the discomfort in his heart.

If you close the discomfort for a long time, it will become substantial, and it will become a heart stone.

Heart stones are large enough to cause inflammation and pain that cannot be cured unless there is heart medicine and surgery is performed.

Bear him, how can he suffer from He Le's scheming?

There is soil for spitting, and there is a road for dew.

On both sides of the boulevard, the smell of the earth after ploughing is an emetic agent that He Le specially found to help the bear confide his depression.

The boulevard itself, visually large at the back and small at the front, is a pincer that crowds out the mind.

He Le himself, deep into the emotional interior of the bear, opened the ditch, and kept pouring honey-like intimate warm words, no matter how tightly he bit the root of the bear's teeth, he still spit out all the blocks in his heart one by one.

The bear's spit was scattered all the way.

He Le waited for him to finish speaking, and then took him back and looked at them one by one.

"Haha,, I'll just say, what's the big deal? You can see for yourself? What are these things? It's all scum!"

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PS: A new way of writing has appeared. Just after the 1,000 words of Chapter 150 of "Intelligence Power", the text can be like this, or it is related to eating, but the taste is very different.