In Lin's yarn factory, the sound of machines is coming and going, and the workers are busy working in the green field.

"Toot ......"

A whistle sounded, and it was time for dinner. The workers put down their work one after another, shaking their two legs that had long been numb and walked to the cafeteria.

"Phew—why does this rice smell sour!"

The black-hearted foreman actually gave the workers a rancid meal, and the workers were so hungry that they all vomited, slapping the table and shouting, and the foreman hurried out and said angrily:

"What are you yelling about, you don't get sick if you don't eat it cleanly."

"Boss, you are too black-hearted, the big guy works hard for you, is it easy to pop out a basket of good cotton, you just give us this stinky food, your conscience is also stinky."

"As long as you ask for more, a small team leader, ask for this and that, when Lao Tzu came out and broke into the beach, he couldn't even eat swill, it's not good for you to have food, it doesn't matter what kind of food it is, rotten people eat stinky things, there's nothing wrong with it."

"You say rotten people eat stinky things, give them to you."

The knife was angry and put the rice bowl upside down on the table, and for a while the workers responded one after another, and they all buckled the bowl upside down on the table.

The foreman was excited, pointed at the workers and shouted:

"If you want to rebel, a group of brutes with more than one brain, they won't eat the rice in the bowl, they want to pour it on the table and eat it, okay, lick it for me today, so you don't have to wipe the table."

The foreman is a person who worships when he sees a high and steps on a low, no, Tie Ming came to inspect the factory today, and happened to see this scene.

"What's the matter, why do you all keep the bowl on the table?"

"Mr. Song, you are here, there is a misunderstanding here, I am dealing with it."

The worker Li Xiaodao sneered and asked Tie Ming:

"You haven't eaten yet, come eat with us."

The foreman is nervous, this sharp knife is going to do something for himself. Before the foreman could stop it, the knife had already filled a bowl of rice, and it was held in both hands and brought to Tie Ming.

When Tie Ming heard it, he found that it was glutinous rice, and questioned the foreman, but the foreman was hesitant and didn't dare to say anything.

Tie Ming talked to the foreman's representative, Li Xiaodao. Sharpening the knife disgusted Tie Ming and thought he was acting.

"This friend, you seem to have some misunderstanding about the Lin family. Xiaodao's friend Zhang Dajie saw that Tie Ming was sincere, and Xiaodao ridiculed Tie Ming:

"Mr. Song, please tell me, can the executioner and the savior exist in one person at the same time?"

Tie Ming immediately understood the meaning of Xiaodao's words, and countered him:

"This world needs a sledgehammer to smash it and rebuild it, do you think you can change something with a small knife, two slashes here, two stabs there? You are so naïve. ”

"I'm not going to make a knife, I'm going to be a hammer to break everything that's rotten."

The knife, of course, was not to be outdone and immediately fought back. Tie Ming smiled and said:

"Is it necessary to stop a person who speaks loudly than he does? Wouldn't it be cold to pour cold water on a person covered in ice? Is the only way to control evil is to use evil? ”

The knife couldn't say anything about Tie Ming, and he held his head high and stopped talking. Tie Ming instructed the foreman to cook lunch for the workers again, and to have meat, and if the workers did not make up for it with the strength, they would not be able to bear the work in the afternoon. Knife looked at Tie Ming dumbfounded.

The money earned by the Lin family is black, and it is really shameless to exploit employees to this point. Tie Ming had seen the crisis of the Lin clan clearly, and sooner or later, these oppressed workers would stand up and resist.

A few days ago, an old classmate came to Shanghai to find Tie Ming, he didn't want to scold Lin's black heart, and even Tie Ming was scolded, of course Tie Ming was uncomfortable being scolded by his old classmates as a rogue entrepreneur, but when he heard the various crimes pointed out by his classmates, he was powerless to refute.

Once Tie Ming and his men went out on errands. The group sat in two cars, Tie Ming's car in front, and the car behind chased Tie Ming's car, roaring past, hanging down an old woman who was staggering across the road, and a wad of banknotes was spilled in the car.

A female student picked up the old woman, pointed to the car in the distance and scolded:

"No matter how rich you are, you're just a hooligan leader."

Tie Ming saw it from the rearview mirror, and heard it clearly, let him stop, get out of the car, and asked if it was his subordinates who hit someone, and he didn't blame his subordinates, he helped the old woman wipe her legs, the old woman was a little scared, trembling, Tie Ming untied his white tassel scarf, wrapped it around the old woman, and sent her to the doctor, settled down, and secretly stuffed a sum of money under the pillow.

The female student hurriedly ran out, shouted to stop him, and thanked him. Song didn't laugh either, but said:

"I'm just a hooligan leader, and I don't dare ask for your thanks."

"I apologize to you, you're not like those little rascals."

At night, Tie Ming was alone in the study, leaning on a chair, holding up his hand to flick the ashes of his cigarette, sighing constantly, echoing over and over again, you are just a hooligan leader......

The corners of Tie Ming's mouth twitched a few times, these words were really too harsh and piercing, lingering in his mind. Tie Ming did not want to continue like this, maybe one day he would stand on the side of the workers and rise up against the exploitation of the capitalists.

Tie Ming gave his scarf to the old woman, and he didn't have time to buy a new scarf for a while, but Qin Xin saw it and said to help him weave one. But Qin Xin didn't know how to knit a scarf at all, so he could only ask Xiaoju for advice on how to knit a scarf.

Xiaoju patiently taught her:

"Wrap the cotton thread around the steel needle like this, wrap it around it, wrap it around. A little snake twisted and twisted, wrapped around and around, day after day, and grew in a circle, twisted and twisted, and wrapped around the past, day after day, and grew in a circle. ”

Qin Xin couldn't help but smile and asked:

"Xiaoju, how many days will it take to weave a scarf?"

"Don't worry, miss, weave it slowly, and slowly it will become a scarf."

Qin thought that the scarves were very ordinary, and he had to change some patterns, but Ju asked how to change?

"Drama people change, and the ingenuity is different."

In the end, Qin Xin knitted a big red scarf for Tie Ming, with a small golden bell at the end. Here's what she said to Tie Ming:

"You say my laughter is like a bell that brings you joy. I wear it on a scarf so that you can be happy all the time. ”

Tie Ming wore a scarf, touched the scarf and said:

"That's good." Song was grateful for Qinqin's warmth and said:

"I'm going to be spoiled by you."

Qin Xin called Tie Ming at night and said:

"Mr. Song."

"Mrs. Song."

"It's funny again."

Qin Xin happily drew Song's appearance and listened to the phone:

"Guess what I'm doing right now."

"I can't guess, you can say it."

"You're so boring, I'm drawing you."

Tie Ming's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone. Tie Ming suddenly thought that the Lin family had already earned so much money, and he should make some contributions to this society, so that he would not find people to be bored by the society, so he said to Qin Xin on the phone:

"Qinxin, are you interested in doing something meaningful?"

"What's the matter, don't coax me to be a teacher!"

"How about building a library, Qin Xin you will be the director!"

Qin Xin felt a little strange and asked Tie Ming:

"Why did you suddenly remember to build a library?"

Tie Ming replied:

"In the university, there is a female student in the class who loves to read, every time, she gets a scholarship or a manuscript fee, she donates it all to the school library, she says she wants to build a very big library, so that everyone can read, now we have the ability, we will also do this thing, okay?"

"Good!"

Qin Xin found something to do, but he did it carelessly, which aroused Tie Ming's dissatisfaction. On this day, Qin Xin came to the company and joked with Guan Xiaomei.

Tie Ming walked in quietly, hooked his fingers, tapped his knuckles on the table, didn't look at Qin Xin, and said:

"You come in."

Xiaomei immediately stopped talking, and Qin Xin entered the office with Tie Ming.

"A sentence is a military order, and eight horses can't pull it back."

"I'm doing it."

Tie Ming carefully reviewed the plan written by Qin Xin. Qin's heart was beating back and forth, Tie Ming asked Qinxin to sit down, and Qinxin was displeased:

"You're going to try me!"

Tie Ming's expression became more and more serious when he looked at the documents, and finally slapped it on the table, blaming Qin's public welfare library for being unfavorable:

"You're going to the grave to burn newspapers, fooling the hell."

"I didn't."

"That's grinding foreign workers."

Tie Ming glared at Qin Xin with stern eyes. Angry:

"I'm not you, who can benefit from everything like you, you don't see how hard I work."

"Take out your young lady's temper again, how can you not work hard to do things, you will scream if you work hard, you just can't endure hardship."

Qin Xin glared and slammed the door and walked out.

Tie Ming refused to coax this time, and couldn't help but call at night, but it was Xiao Ju who answered. Qin just wouldn't listen. Ju Quan:

"He's good for you, too."

"For my own good, you have to nag me, teach me in the past, and teach me now, I'm fed up."

The two fought in a cold war for several days.

One day after work, Tie Ming invited Shao Ai to drink together:

"Xiao Ai, accompany me to have a cup of tea, my side is burning her butt, and she is still drinking tea leisurely."

Shao Ai said:

"Mr. Song, you did something wrong, she is not your subordinate, she is not here to listen to your lesson, you can give her advice, but you can't order her."

"Or am I doing something wrong?"

Shao Ai nodded and said:

"Mr. Song should know Qinxin's character better than me, how to turn this situation around, Mr. Song still can't think of it?"

Tie Ming thanked Shao Ai for mentioning something, and the two clinked glasses.

The next day, Tie Ming made two big braised lion heads for Qin Xin to take to the public library, Qin Xin was holding a box lunch, looking at the drawings, and his eyes, hands and mouth were not idle.

Tie Ming saw that there were only a few locks of vegetables in the bowl, and there was not a single star of oil flowers, so he put down the lunch box and said:

"I've worked hard to give you extra food."

Ignoring it, he pushed open the lunch box and said:

"I don't want it."

Tie Ming opened the lid, attracted by the aroma. Song asked:

"Do you really not eat it?"

Qin pursed her lips and wanted to eat, Tie Ming smiled slightly, asked Qin for the rice bowl in her hand, and put the lion's head into the Qin bowl. Pout:

"Is that what you're going to eat for me?"

Tie Ming crushed the lion's head and mixed it with cat rice for Qin Xin to eat.

It has a good aftertaste. Tie Ming sat down with her:

"Don't be mad at me, are you?"

"The two lion heads want to coax me, it's too cheap for you."

"How about I make you a truckload of lion heads?"

"A truckload? Can you do it? ”

"You like to eat, I'll make you a lion's head for the rest of your life."

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