Seeing the will displayed by the Chinese, Lawrence gave in, perhaps in his heart, and a little moved. He picked up the phone, approached the police chief, and asked him to arrange for a few architects to inspect the Meissen Bridge in a fake way, and then withdrew the warning about the dangerous bridge.

The large flatbed truck that was backlogged at the head of the bridge was finally passed, and the small bosses who were invited by Lin Zhenhua were not in a hurry to leave, and their enthusiasm was stimulated. They stayed in the factory to help dismantle the equipment, pack the parts, and direct the crane to load the goods, and they were busy until dark.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your help today, I won't say more, I want to inquire, where are there better restaurants around here, I invite everyone, let's have a drunken rest." Lin Zhenhua said sincerely to the small bosses.

He doesn't know what to call these people, calling them "sir", "madam" and the like, it's too unusual, everyone has been a worker together for a long time, so it's better to call them masters.

"If you want to eat a good restaurant, you have to go back to China." Yuan Cuiying laughed, for so many years, it was the work she did today that made her feel happy, the high-end woolen sweater she was wearing was hung up when she was moving things, although she was really distressed, but she didn't regret it at all.

Zong Renkang stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lin, let me make a suggestion, let's not go to any restaurant, just buy some beer, cooked meat or something, and have a picnic in this factory." Just like when we worked overtime in the factory and ate supper, everyone was in favor or not! ”

"Yes!" Everyone giggled and replied. Labor is the most able to shorten the distance between people, they and the workers of Hanhua and Model Worker Logistics were strangers a few hours ago, but this time, they are already like brothers.

"Okay, it's up to the masters." Lin Zhenhua said, he turned to a few Hanhua workers and explained: "You go to the street to buy wine now." Buy cooked food, buy the best wine! Whoever dares to save me money, I'm not done with him. ”

"Let's go. We have cars. Several small bosses volunteered to stand up and walk towards their cars, "Besides." You don't know what to buy, after all, we have been in Germany for so many years. ”

"Okay, a few of you will go with a few of their masters, but the money must be paid by us, understand?" Lin Zhenhua said to his workers.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Lin is refreshing, today we will eat Mr. Lin!" The little bosses replied with a smile. With their net worth, a few beers are nothing. That's what you're looking for. In the past, when they worked in the factory, they often had to beg the factory leaders to pay for treats, and in their minds, Lin Zhenhua was their factory director.

Drinks and food were bought quickly. There was no large canteen at the Kohlbach plant, so an empty space outside the workshop was used as an open-air restaurant. Everyone gathered together according to their origins, ages, preferences, etc., and a group of more than a dozen people sat on the ground and drank and talked. Electricians took the wires from the workshop and hung large bright light bulbs on people's heads. A unique factory picnic began.

"Mr. Lin, before the meal, do you want everyone to fill in the labor list?" A small accountant approached Lin Zhenhua's side, handed over a slip, and asked in a low voice.

"Labor?" Lin Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little funny. Are these people in front of you people who care about this labor fee? Wouldn't it be a joke to pay them for their labor?

"Uh...... Didn't you tell me beforehand? The little accountant was wronged, and before Lin Zhenhua went to the department store to invite someone, she specifically explained that she was going to prepare to pay labor fees. She also checked the local salary level on the Internet, and combined with the actual situation of Hanhua, and finally set the standard of 40 euros per person. In the eyes of accountants, it doesn't matter what the identity of these people is, if they do their work, shouldn't they be paid labor? …,

"Mr. Lin, what's the situation?" Zong Renkang saw Lin Zhenhua muttering to the little accountant there, so he stepped forward and asked.

Lin Zhenhua said with a smile: "Our accountant said, please collect the labor service before eating, and there is a labor list to fill in, I am saying that she is not sensible." ”

"Hahahaha!" Zong Renkang laughed, "We're here to help, not to work and make money." If you want to send labor, please come to us. ”

Zhou Shuijin also stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Little sister, how much labor fee have you calculated for each of us?" ”

The little accountant knew that he had made a mistake and replied sneeringly, "Everyone...... 40 euros. ”

"Haha, little sister, do you know how much money we lost by delaying our business for an afternoon? If it was just for the 40 euros, we wouldn't have come. Zhou Shuijin said to the little accountant.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Shanquan and his family also came over. Zong Renkang told Lin Zhenhua's words to the two of them as a joke, Yuan Cuiying glared at Zong Renkang and said, "Why don't you take it?" This is not a question of more money and less money, this is our labor income, this money should be received, and if you don't receive it, you will look down on Mr. Lin and them. ”

"That's right, too." Zong Renkang scratched his scalp, he really didn't expect this, sometimes, not wanting money seems to be a very offensive thing. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to Lin Zhenhua and said, "Mr. Lin, I said the wrong thing just now, otherwise, you give me the list, I'll fill it in first." ”

"Why do you fill in first, I'm going to be the first." Yuan Cuiying pushed Zong Renkang aside.

Hanhua's little accountant hurriedly handed Yuan Cuiying the 40 euro bill, and also handed over the labor list and a signature pen. Yuan Cuiying took the money, carefully stuffed it into her pocket, then took the list and pen, signed her name in the name column, and wrote her ID number in China according to the entries on the list. When filling in the last column of the "unit" item, she hesitated.

"What's the matter, wife, which one won't be filled in?" Chen Zhiquan asked while standing behind his wife.

Yuan Cuiying shook her head and said, "Don't look at it!" With that, she picked up her pen and wrote down a line:

Porter of the assembly workshop of the state-owned Changhong Machinery Factory, the 38th Red Banner Bearer of the Northern Province!

After writing this line, she quickly shoved the pen and paper into her husband's hand, and then couldn't wait to turn her head away, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears that welled up from her eyes.

Lin Zhenhua stood aside and watched this scene, and his heart trembled inexplicably. Chen Shanquan took the labor order, looked at what his wife had just written, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted. It was a long time before he picked up his pen and, in the column below his wife's name, wrote in bold letters:

Chen Shanquan, the head of the handling squad of the assembly workshop of the state-owned Changhong Machinery Factory, and the winner of the May Day Labor Medal of the Northern Province!

Hearing the movement here, other small bosses also came over. They leaned behind Chen Zhangquan, looking at the labor list and the content filled in on it, their expressions suddenly became solemn. They consciously lined up, stepped forward one by one, took the ridiculously small labor fee from the accountant, and solemnly signed their names on the labor list:

Zong Renkang, state-owned Fengnan Machinery Factory, sixth-level milling worker, Jiangnan Provincial Model Worker!

Zhou Jinfa, a county agricultural machinery factory in a certain province, a fifth-level lathe, a young assaulter!

Qiu Xinquan, the captain of the mining team of a certain mining bureau in a certain province, a national model worker!

……

At this moment, time seems to go back 20 years, and these people who seem to have been smoothed out by the years have regained their former style at this moment. Twenty years later, some of the factories they once worked in have been converted, some have even been razed to the ground and turned into shops and residential complexes, and their former workers have now turned into businessmen. However, what will never change is the blood of the workers in their bones. …,

"Come on! Masters, for our today, and for our yesterday, do it! Cao Shulin was moved by this scene, he is not a person who is good at expressing his feelings with words, at this time, all he can think of is to have a drink with these workers. He jumped on top of a pile of scrap steel, raised a beer, and shouted loudly to everyone: "Masters, my name is Cao Shulin, the leader of a factory in a certain province and a city, a national model worker, a laid-off worker, and now the chairman of the model worker logistics company, I ...... I...... I won't say anything, I'll give you a drink! ”

"!" All the people shouted in a loud voice, regardless of whether they usually drank or not, they did not hesitate to raise the beer can at this time, and the wine was confidant, and a thousand cups were not drunk!

"Let's sing a song, for today's party!" After three rounds of drinking, Yuan Cuiying, who was in high spirits, proposed loudly.

"Okay, I'll get started!" Cao Shulin, who was standing on a high place, responded positively, he once told Lin Zhenhua that he would only sing one song in his life, and at this time, he felt that this song was the most appropriate:

"We workers have power...... Sing ready! ”

Hundreds of workers followed Cao Shulin's command and opened their throats together, and their passionate singing voices floated in the factory area in a foreign land:

"We workers have power, hey!

We workers have power!

Busy at work every day, hey!

Busy with work every day......"

Singing was flying, tears were streaming freely on people's faces. These former workers are now in their forties and fifties, but at this moment, they are as impulsive as children. Chen Shanquan saw the look of the "Iron Girl" on his wife's face, and Yuan Cuiying also relived the spirit of the young Hercules from her husband's eyes. Through the blurred tears, everyone seems to see their own time:

The era of welding sparks, the roar of forging hammers, and the burning of passion. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )