Peng Tong Supplies Company, a small processing factory of food products that does not enter the stream. This small factory is a bit of a braggart if it is called a company, the small factory is far away from the city, in a suburb, the environment in the suburbs is still very good, but the dilapidated factory building is very desolate against the background of the dense grass. And now this seemingly desolate small factory has encountered a fatal crisis, and this small factory is facing bankruptcy.

Peng Tong, a brand that even Tongchuan people don't know, is such a brand that has existed in the cracks for a year, and now this small factory has no way to continue.

In recent months, Peng Tong has not received a single order, and even a very pleasant supermarket that he cooperated with in the past is no longer renewed. As the director of the factory, Wang Erhu had a sad face, and his whole face was shrunk together, like a sun-dried orange, and his black and shiny hair became gray in the past two months.

On this day, Wang Erhu was frowning for the development of the company, smoking cigarettes one after another, and the ground was full of cigarette butts that burned his head.

There was a real commotion at the door, and I could vaguely hear it through the noise: "Protest, strong protest." Crack down on unscrupulous and black-hearted bosses, and we won't start work if we don't pay wages. ”

The machines have been smashed, the workers are like crazy, and the whole factory is no longer working. Several people took turns blocking in front of Wang Erhu's office, and they didn't let Wang Erhu out until they were paid.

Erhu lit another cigarette, just put it to his mouth, his lips moved, and then pressed the cigarette to the ground. After extinguishing the cigarette, Erhu stood up and carefully put the puffed cigarette into the cigarette case. After standing quietly for a while, Erhu seemed to have made up his mind and opened the door.

The dazzling sunlight hit his face, and Erhu squinted.

A few people outside the door saw that the main owner actually appeared, and they rushed to Erhu, "What about our salary, factory director, we haven't gotten our wages for two months, you say that we are ordinary people, don't you just point to the thousands of dollars a month, and the ultimate judgment is all read." ”

Another person rushed to say, "Erhu, you are rich." Don't forget Benna, we are mixed up with you, you have now built a small western-style building, and what about us? We haven't paid our wages for two months, you are rich, and now you are so rich that you don't recognize your own people, yes, the rich are all this problem, I really thought that your second tiger was an honest and honest farmer, I really didn't expect you to have a clear conscience, greedy for the hard-earned money of the villagers, your conscience is really let the dog eat! Do you remember that year, when your family ran out of food, you cried and shouted that you were hungry? Who gave you half a steamed bun, it's my father! If you didn't have that half of the steamed bun, you would still be where you are today. I don't know which skeleton you've become now. ”

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, and as he spoke, he burst out and punched Erhu in the face, and blood flowed down Erhu's nose. Erhu didn't say anything, just stood quietly, the blood on Erhu's nose under the sun exuded a strange light against the sun.

What kind of world is this, originally from the same village, but now it has become an enemy, money! It's all money! Money is really not a good thing, the root of all evil.

When the bright red blood flowed down the nose of the second tiger, the scene also became chaotic, people did not stop because of this blood, but because of this blood, they went crazy, and they all became bloodthirsty. The fist hit the body of the two tigers, and the two tigers were an authentic cropper, and they did not become weak because they were rich, in fact, the two tigers had no money, and most of the money they earned was piled up on the machines in the factory, although the two tigers were a crop man, but the two tigers were not rigid, he was very talented in doing business, and it was a miracle that such a small factory, a small brand, could survive for so long.

The crowd had enough, scattered, and banners were flying all over the sky, asking the unscrupulous boss to pay back our hard-earned money. Unscrupulous bosses have lost their conscience: it is natural to repay debts. The second tiger fell to the ground, and the white paper flying in the air covered his body, and the white paper gradually turned red, revealing a strange red.

The heart is cold, the heart is dead. As if hearing someone calling, he didn't want to open his eyes, so he let the shout become hoarse, and then the shout disappeared completely, and the second tiger also fell asleep as he wished, "Senior Brother of the Wind and Cloud."

This dream is so long...... In the dream, in the rì who did not wake up, in the rì where he fell, she took over the burden, everything in the factory was carried on her weak shoulders, and she ran around, pulling orders and running business for the factory. After a lot of hard work, I finally got it, but the machines in the factory were ......

It was all on her shoulders, and she couldn't bear it, she wanted him to complain, the machines in the factory, the supermarket owner's sāo disturbance, she confided in him. He watched her hard work in his dreams, and he really wanted to open his eyes and stand up. But it was as if there was a rope binding him, and the all-purpose glue sealed his eyes and mouth, and he couldn't open them or speak. He felt very uncomfortable, he couldn't bear to watch her rì gradually lose weight, her face rì gradually turned yellow, and lost its luster towards rì.

She left, and when she appeared in front of him once, she said to him, wake up, Brother Erhu, everything is better, the factory is alive. Open your eyes and take a look, look at the changes in the factory, and see that it is no longer a dilapidated factory, and there are no backward machines. The factory is alive, and you, why haven't you opened your eyes yet. Open your eyes and take a look, look at the factory, look at me, don't you want me?

The lips kissed gently, it was so sweet, he really wanted to break free from the shackles of darkness and give her a hug, a deep hug. He struggled to open his eyes, trying to break free from the shackles of darkness, struggling, struggling, and finally there was a glimmer of light.

"Son, you're awake." Erhu opened his eyes and didn't see her, in front of him was his old mother, and the wrinkles on the old mother's face were dense.

Hmm, whatever...... Yes...... Which? A muffled voice came out, and the mother put down the bowl in her hand and listened carefully to his ear.

Suddenly, the mother trembled, and the tears were about to stay, and just as the tears swirled around her eyes, she turned her back and wiped away the tears. "She? She's gone to buy you something to eat, you have to get better. Then the mother's hand reached out to Erhu's head, just like when she was a child, and after gently stroking it, she covered him with a quilt. Just sit on the edge of the bed.

Quiet, affectionate.

The room was quiet and peaceful, but how could he accept the blow she had brought him?