Song Fan didn't want to waste time. directly harvested Zheng Yong as a son.

Spend 500 paternal love points.

The host accepted Zheng Yong as his son's success!

- Ding! Does the host inherit Zheng Yong's skills?

"Huh?" Song Fan didn't expect that the cheap son of five hundred fathers' love would have a skill to inherit?

"What kind of skill is it?"

System: A skill that can be inherited is the fighting ability.

Zheng Yong graduated from sports school and has practiced sanda and mixed martial arts for more than ten years. When he was young, he even fought black boxing for a while. Now that he is a little older, he is hired as a driver for Director Zhou, and he also works part-time as a bodyguard. It can easily level out the average gangster.

"No wonder it hurt so much when I pinched me just now. It turned out to be a practitioner?" Song Fan suddenly said, "Fighting ability? You can learn to defend yourself - learned!"

- Ding! The host inherits the fighting ability lv0, whether it is upgraded.

"Yes!" Song Fan spent another hundred Father's Love points to upgrade this ability.

- Ding! Fighting ability lv1

"Fighting ability lv1!?I don't know what the effect of this ability is?" Song Fan thought for a moment.

After moving his body, Song Fan felt that his mind had more knowledge and skills in martial arts.

- Brush !!

Song Fan tried to kick it out, and perfectly threw out a beautiful roundhouse kick in mid-air. At the same time, it has both strength and beauty, and the action is done in one go, fast and mighty.

This is an action that Song Fan in the past would never do!

"Good! beautiful! Dad is so amazing!" Zheng Yong saw it from the side, and couldn't help but be surprised, and quickly applauded.

Judging from his years of martial arts training experience, his father's strength has far surpassed him.

- Father's love +5+5+5......

"Yes! Song Fan nodded with satisfaction, and said to Zheng Yong on the side, "Your skills are also good." "After all, this is the ability inherited from Zheng Yong's son.

"Dad has won the prize. The son is still far from reaching the height of his father. Zheng Yong replied respectfully.

- Father's love +6+6+6......

After all, Song Fan has raised this ability to the level of lv1, which is indeed far beyond Zheng Yong's level.

Subsequently, the two walked into the production workshop on the first floor.

Inside, all kinds of old CNC machine tools are buzzing and running, and workers are working hard in full swing. One by one they were wearing overalls, and their faces and hands were covered with blackened mechanical oil stains.

This is where Song Fan's father works, a mechanical workshop with less than fifty people. The working environment can be described as very bad.

"Dad. Director Zhou's office is on the second floor!" Zheng Yong said.

Song Fan did not rush to the second floor, but walked around the familiar and unfamiliar production workshop. I also saw some familiar faces.

"Uncle Zhao!"

"Uncle Li!"

"Uncle Wang!"

Song Fan cordially greeted all the uncles and uncles. These are all old friends and colleagues of Song Jianguo, and they are all simple and kind workers. They often go to Song Jianguo's house to drink when they are fine, so Song Fan is no stranger to these people.

"Oh, is Xiaofan here?"

"You're here to find your dad, right?"

"Your dad is in the mold room. Let's go, I'll take you to him!"

Song Fan smiled and shook his head. "Uncle Wang, I'm not here to find my dad. I'm here to find Director Zhou. ”

With that, Song Fan turned around and left, and climbed to the second floor with Zheng Yong.

The workers on the workshop looked at each other. I don't understand what Lao Song's son is going to do when he comes to the factory director?

"Quick! Go and call Lao Song! His son is here, and he went to the second floor to find the factory director? Don't make a mess. ”

Song Fan and Zheng Yong climbed to the second floor.

The environment here is completely new, clean and tidy. It's much, much better than the production hall on the first floor.

"This is Director Zhou's office. With that, Zheng Yong cautiously knocked on the door and let Song Fan in.

At this time, in the luxurious factory director's office, Zhou Changgong and deputy factory director Wang Ji were discussing the recent salary cuts and layoffs in the factory.

Wang Ji, the deputy director of the factory, has a snarky face, which can be regarded as a think tank in the factory, with a bad stomach and often bad ideas. How to squeeze the surplus value of the workers is his specialty.

Wang Ji is reporting to the factory director: "The task of reducing salaries and laying off employees has basically been successfully completed! It can help the factory save millions of expenses every month." ”

Zhou Changgong nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered: "Now there are fewer workers in the factory, but the total production cannot be reduced." That's five points higher, so I'm going to think about the next step, which is to have the remaining workers work an extra hour of overtime every day. We have to do the part of the layoffs. ”

"And you have to work overtime without a price increase, and you don't have a penny of overtime pay!

Wang Ji promised: "We will successfully complete the task assigned by Dong Zhou!"

At this time, the driver Zheng Yong led Song Fan into the office.

"Hmm, Ah Yong, who did you bring in?" Zhou Changgong glanced up at the two of them and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Director Zhou, this is my dad. He wants to see you. Zheng Yong said as he wiped the leather sofa, "Dad, sit down!"

Wang Ji, the deputy director of the factory, was drinking water, but he squirted out directly: "Brother Yong, your brain is broken, right? This kid is your father?"

Zhou Changgong couldn't help but widen his eyes, not knowing what his driver was going to do?

Song Fan leaned on the sofa with a big grin and introduced himself: "Director Zhou." My name is Song Fan, and I am the son of Song Jianguo. ”

"It turned out to be the son of Jianguo?" Zhou Changgong was stunned, but it was even stranger. Song Jianguo's son, how did he become my driver's father? "What are you doing with me?"

Song Fan said: "I heard that you are going to cut wages and lay off employees here? My dad works hard and doesn't make much money, I hope you can treat every worker here well." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Changgong laughed instead of being angry. Even Wang Ji, the deputy director of the factory, was amused.

"What a good son of Song Jianguo! Your father organized a few old employees to come to me yesterday to ask for explanations, and even threatened me with resignation?

"Today, his son dared to come to me again and tell me the truth, be kind to the workers here, hahahaha...... It's the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

Wang Ji also laughed and said, "Young man, you are still too young and naïve!"

Zhou Changgong got up and smiled contemptuously: "Since you are here today, I will teach you a good lesson! Workers are used to be exploited and oppressed! Be kind to them? Then we capitalists will drink the northwest wind? Hahaha......

Hearing this, Song Fan couldn't help but be furious. Zhou Changgong's arrogant attitude completely angered him.

"Director Zhou, I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language!

"Hey...... Even if I say it a hundred times, so what?"

Saying that, Zhou Changgong's expression changed, as if he had changed a person, his face was full of awe, and he said respectfully, "Dad, you can do what you say!