Zhang Fengyu watched the man leave the yard, walked around the yard twice, and then walked into the processing workshop with a gas mask.

In fact, there are usually a lot of villagers coming in, after all, what is going on here is not a secret to the villagers of Zhaojia Village, so Zhang Fengyu didn't take this man to heart, because he just came to find someone ordinarily.

……

Zhang Fengyu extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and then walked into the production workshop with a gas mask in his hand.

In fact, the gas mask is still very important for workers who have been in the workshop for a long time, because after all, most of the time you are facing drugs every day, even if you are careful, you will inevitably inhale a part of the nasal cavity, this part of the short time may be fine, but if you inhale it for a long time, I don't know if you think it will give you addiction.

So as long as the workers in this workshop have a gas mask on their faces, the whole workshop feels like a Resident Evil scene.

Zhang Fengyu walked around the workshop and shouted to the village chief Zhao Dabiao.

"Wind and rain, what's the matter?" Zhao Dabiao took off his gas mask and looked at Zhang Fengyu with a smile and asked.

"Uncle Zhao, you will let the workers put aside all the work they have in a while, and I have something to tell them......

Zhao Dabiao is a person who has nothing to do and loves to be a good person, and his character is also good, so after getting along for such a long time, Zhang Fengyu is still very polite when he talks to Zhao Dabiao.

"Done!" Zhao Dabiao nodded heavily, then walked into the workshop, shouting at the top of his voice: "Everyone listen first, Manager Zhang has something to say......

Two minutes later, the workers took down the gas noodles, and the bull looked at Zhang Fengyu at the front of the workshop.

"Ahem......" Zhang Fengyu cleared his throat and then looked at the workers and said: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's been almost a week since we got this batch of goods, and the people in the south have been urging the goods again, so I think everyone will work hard, let's try to finish it today, and the trouble in the province will ......."

After Zhang Fengyu's words were finished, the workers below were silent, because everyone understood what Zhang Fengyu meant by this, simply put, it was overtime tonight, don't rest.

"What? Why doesn't anyone speak? Are you not happy to work overtime? Zhang Fengyu asked with a smile.

There was still no one talking under the "......".

"That's the case, just now I and Mr. Wei also studied it, as long as we can finish this batch of goods tonight, I will give you a holiday, the shortest vacation is one month, and the longest may be a lifetime......"

After Zhang Fengyu finished saying this, there was finally a voice below, and everyone muttered in a puzzled voice.

"What? Our factory is out of business, huh? ”

At this time, a middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fengyu and asked.

"What's the matter, it's just a bit of a situation, and we may temporarily stop production for a while......"

After Zhang Fengyu's words were finished, the discussion at the bottom became louder, what does the sentence stop production represent, that is, it means that their gang may have no place to make money, after all, all the workers here rely on this factory to maintain their families' lives, and this factory is their only source of livelihood.

"Okay, don't study it......" Zhang Fengyu saw that the discussion below was getting louder and louder, and shouted irritably, and then continued: "Even if you are given a holiday, the salary will be opened as usual, and when the time comes, you can ask Uncle Zhao for money, give you a month's vacation, give you a month's salary, and give you a year's ......."

"Really?" Someone shouted from below.

"I'm so old, can I still tease you?" Zhang Fengyu replied speechlessly, and then asked with a smile: "Do you have any comments on working overtime tonight?" ”

"No opinion, no opinion......" The workers instantly shouted happily.

Pay money on holidays, whoever meets such a good thing doesn't laugh.

"Okay, don't shout if you have no opinion, finally order the goods on the hour, I let you suck in your stomach, work overtime tonight, when will we finish this batch of goods and when will we get off work, my brothers are working hard!" Zhang Fengyu took the gas mask and fanned it in front of his nose, and shouted with a smile.

"Haha......" The workers laughed loudly, and then they all put on their masks and went to do what they should do.

Zhang Fengyu saw that the workers had dispersed, stood in place for a while, and then walked outside the workshop with his mask.

"Wind and rain!"

At this time, Zhao Dabiao chased after him, looked at Zhang Fengyu with a smile and shouted.

"What's wrong with Uncle Zhao?"

"What's that......" Zhao Dabiao felt a little like he wanted to say something.

"Uncle Zhao, if you have anything to say, you are all big men, are you suitable for me to be like this?" Zhang Fengyu said speechlessly.

"Hehe......" Zhao Dabiao scratched his head and smiled, and then said in a low voice: "Uncle just wants to ask if what you just said is true?" ”

"What's the hell really, isn't it?" Zhang Fengyu made Zhao Dabiao a little dazed.

"That's what you said about paid holidays......"

"Ahh Zhang Fengyu suddenly realized, then looked at Zhao Dabiao and said, "Uncle Zhao, come out with me......"

Zhao Dabiao hurriedly followed behind Zhang Fengyu.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Dabiao and Zhang Fengyu walked into Wei Yiwen's office.

"Do we still have any cash?"

Zhang Fengyu shouted at Wei Yiwen after entering the house.

"Yes, I haven't taken the cash from the south last time......" Wei Yiwen replied.

"Ah......" Zhang Fengyu agreed, then looked at Wei Yiwen and asked, "How many more?" ”

"You want money?"

"No, I said that if you have enough, you will give Uncle Zhao 300,000 ......," Zhang Fengyu sat on the sofa and said with a big grin.

"......" Wei Yiwen glanced back at Zhao Dabiao, and then walked over directly in the safe without saying a word.

"Bang dang!"

Wei Yiwen kicked open the safe very easily and rudely, then took out a bag of cash and put it on the table, looked at Zhao Dabiao and asked, "What's the matter, something happened at home?" ”

"No......" Zhao Dabiao asked Wei Yiwen a little embarrassed.

"Then what do you want money for?" Wei Yiwen was also a little stunned.

"Grass, it's not that he wants to borrow money, it's not like our factory is about to stop production, I want to get some money for Uncle Zhao first, and then let the workers have a little bottom in their hearts, and the province thinks that our factory is yellow......" Zhang Fengyu explained speechlessly.

"I can't even understand the words, I think there's something wrong with Lao Zhao!" Wei Yiwen scolded irritably.

"It's okay...... it's okay," Zhao Dabiao said with a smile.

"It's okay, you can take the money, and then send it to the workers on a monthly basis......" Wei Yiwen pushed the money bag in front of Zhao Dabiao.

Zhao Dabiao looked at the cash in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then bit his lip and looked at Wei Yiwen.

"Why don't you take it away? Too little, huh? Wei Yiwen smiled and joked.

"No, Mr. Wei, is there something wrong with our factory?" Zhao Dabiao asked in a low voice.

"Hehe......" Wei Yiwen patted Zhao Dabiao's shoulder, and then explained with a smile: "It's nothing, you don't have to think about it......"

"Then it's nothing, why is it still discontinued? Isn't this the peak time to get goods? Zhao Dabiao asked with a somewhat stubborn expression.

"......" Wei Yiwen looked at Zhao Dabiao and was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Actually, it's really nothing, isn't there something wrong in our city a while ago?" The leaders above have changed, so Ye Zi asked me to converge a little, you said that there is no other way to converge on this thing, I thought it would be better to stop for a while, and then wait for the limelight on our side to pass, and then we will continue to do ......"

"This is what Mr. Ye meant?" Zhao Dabiao frowned and asked.

"Why, you still don't believe me?" Wei Yiwen asked with a smile.

"That's not true, it's okay, it's okay...... Zhao Dabiao patted his chest and let out a sigh.

"Hehe......" Wei Yiwen looked at Zhao Dabiao and smiled, but did not speak.

In fact, compared with Wei Yiwen and others, Zhao Dabiao has a deeper affection for this factory, first of all, he relies on this to eat, this factory is gone, he even has a problem with life, not to mention the current life, even ordinary farmers he can't compare, and Zhao Dabiao has spent almost most of his life in this factory, aside from the problem of money, who doesn't have some feelings!

Ten minutes later, Zhao Dabiao left Wei Yiwen's office with his money bag in his arms.

……

Inside a small grove next to the factory in Zhaojia Village.

"What's going on over there?" A middle-aged man in civilian clothes sat in the car and looked at the young man next to him and asked.

"Just now our people went in and said that there were workers in ......production," the young man replied expressionlessly.

"Let's ......"

The middle-aged man tapped lightly on the lighter in his hand, then turned his head to look at the man in the back seat and asked, "Are you sure there is someone inside?" ”

"Yes!" The man nodded in affirmation.

"Did you go in the workshop?" The middle-aged man then asked.

"I didn't go in, the gang were very vigilant, and I was kicked out as soon as I entered the courtyard...... man's reply.

"......" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then dialed a phone number.

"Hello Mayor Fan!"

After the phone was connected, the middle-aged man shouted very politely.

"Hmm."

The other side of the conversation agreed lukewarmly.

"Our people have been squatting here for two days, and I think it's almost time to do it......"

"Make sure nothing goes wrong, not a single person inside can run ......" Mayor Fan returned very calmly.

"Understood!" The middle-aged man nodded, then put down his phone.

"Captain, when are we going to do it?" The young man next to the middle-aged man saw the middle-aged man put down the phone and asked with his hands.

"......" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then turned back and asked again, "Are you sure there is someone?" ”

"Well, there must be someone, but I don't know what they're doing." The man in the back seat replied.

"Forget it, no matter, do it at twelve o'clock in the evening!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and shouted.

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