The "veteran" held a rib of a cow ghost and placed it flat in front of his eyes to observe the curvature of the bone after deep processing.

The laser scale of the auxiliary instrument, on the pale yellow surface of the bone, draws one node after another, and marks the error, accurate to the micron.

As usual, he inspected the workshop and acted as a quality inspector, conducting spot checks at any time, and the standards were strict and almost strict.

"This root...... Scrapped. ”

Now that it is abolished, the "veteran" is no longer cautious, holding the end of the cow ghost's ribs with one hand, feeling that it is still a good hand, so he exerts his wrist and uses this rib as a whip to whip the workbench to "snap".

"Last night, because of your rough work, I almost lost this old face in front of Mr. Mo's eyes. Other people's design, other people's processes, you want this craft, if you can't even do this, you have the face to take over the work, I don't have the face to send it there! ”

Around him, the workshop workers were quite stable, mostly shutting their mouths, keeping quiet, and no one pleaded.

However, the overall environment of the workshop is still relatively noisy - at this time, in the assembly workshop, at least five times the number of people of the normal size has been installed, and more than half of the hundred strong laborers of the seven departments have been stuffed here.

And half of it is next door.

As for the remaining old and weak women and children, there is another place to "resettle", in short, the two sides are divided, giving people more room for reverie and breeding more uneasiness.

They can't help but worry, the current situation is almost exactly the same as the so-called "homeless return" back then, and then being packed up and taken to Hancheng. It's still fate in the hands of others, and it's unclear whether it will be life or death in the future.

In the past ten years, there have been two similar changes in a row, and everyone's mentality has to collapse.

But the more times like this, the more the "veteran" has to hold on.

He is the spiritual leader of this group of people, and anyone can mess up, but he can't mess up, and he can't let everyone waste their energy in the mud pool of those negative emotions in vain.

So he secretly gritted his teeth, propped up a shelf on the surface, and put on this posture of being in danger and everything under control, trying to let the juniors around him get in touch with more familiar scenes and avoid the imaginary combination of those negative emotions.

At present, the effect is limited, but he must still do it head-on, and reprimand his apprentices with full anger:

"The people in this workshop all went back to their workstations, and no one else leaned to the side. Today no matter what, 20 sets of rough embryos must be put in place for me. You can't do this kind of rough work, why should people lift you up? ”

Probably because of his words, it gave another space for reverie, and someone asked: "Master, that Mr. Mo." Can you help us cope with this? ”

The "veteran" glared: "What's the matter?" What's the matter with us? A bunch of people have come to this point, what else do you want to do? ”

As he spoke, the rib whip unceremoniously whipped on the shoulder of the little apprentice beside him, causing the young man to crook his neck and cry out in pain.

The "veteran" maintained his full energy, pointing at the stupid apprentice who came out of the blue: "Our nest of people, from Hengduan Mountain, wading through mountains and rivers, drifting across the ocean, to this ghost place, exiled for more than 3,000 miles, right?" Did the Starlink Committee say a reason? No! No reason is the biggest reason, and with this reason, no crime is any longer a reason......"

As long as the momentum is enough, even if the logic of the match is twisted and twisted, it also has its own effect of stimulating the brain, and the more the "veteran" says, the more justified he becomes: "As long as you don't kill people, set fires and rob the road, control the lower half of your body, and don't do those things that hurt heaven and reason, some trumped-up charges, what are you afraid of?" Our identity is the mallet in the hands of others, helping to beat gongs and drums to create momentum, staining some mud, taking some charges, and don't worry about lice, I'm afraid of what the hell he is! ”

"The master is right, don't fight, don't fight!" The mouthy apprentice really crooked his neck, but the voice begging for mercy was much louder.

The "veteran" accepted it when he saw it, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that these words were extreme and biased, but they were the most willing to listen to a group of homeless children around him.

These young people have become accustomed to hypnotizing and paralyzing themselves in a similar way, and are accustomed to lying at the bottom of the sinkhole and looking up—they have all declined to this point, and they are not afraid of falling even worse. On the other hand, just a little bit of climbing up a distance is a great progress.

It's old-fashioned, as long as it works......

The stagnant air in the workshop finally flowed again, and the people in the workshop began to move to their respective workstations, while the others stood against the wall on either side.

Seeing this situation, the "veteran" secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before this breath could be completely exhaled from between the heart and lungs, the small door leading to the observation passage on the side opened, and someone staggered in, as if he had been pushed, and the portal behind it was immediately closed.

The whole workshop was looking over there.

The one who was pushed in was wearing a light blue shirt and jeans, with little white shoes under his feet, short hair and a round face, and a plain body, which looked a little studentlike at first glance, but his age was a little blurred. At this time, she was quite calm, but she tidied up her collar a little, and then smiled at the dozens of people in the workshop, with some bitterness in her usual restraint.

Then many people shouted at the same time:

"Director Jiang!"

"Ezuka, why are you?"

"You tossed this thing up!"

"You're locked up too?"

It's just a few dozen people, and they are divided into two different tones when they open their mouths. Some are concerned, some are sarcastic, especially when they hear the different tones of the people next to them, they still look at each other angrily, and the atmosphere of the whole workshop is no longer stagnant, but it is much more chaotic than before.

"What a quarrel! Isn't that shameful enough? ”

The "veteran" shook the whip vigorously and suppressed it forcefully, while at the same time splitting the crowd and going that way.

In fact, he was a little stunned, Ezuka, the technical director of the Osawa processing plant, the leader of the Matsudaira laboratory, and their closest collaborator during this time, just appeared in front of him, looking at this posture, it was clear that he was also locked up.

The situation is worse than predicted.

At this time, the "veteran" felt something, he turned his head, looked through the observation window on the outer wall of the workshop, and happened to see several figures appearing there. There are Ao Pingrong San in it, but the most conspicuous one is the "addict" who ordered to arrest people before.

At this moment, the thoughts in the heart of the "veteran" changed again and again, and finally he was in love, temporarily changed his route, and strode towards the observation window, and the rib whip was directly pumped up, causing the glass window to buzz.

"Ao Pingrongsan, if you can't do business, you still have to do it? What the hell are you messing with this union moth? ”

If it weren't for the glass window, the rib whip would have been whipped directly on Ao Pingrongsan's face.

In fact, the "veteran" wants to smoke the "addict" next to him...... But he didn't dare, he didn't dare.

Ao Pingrongsan is not soft-hearted, but at least he is reasonable and runs the factory according to the rules. And the "addict" next to him has made every means come out and continue to do it.

The "veteran" called him a "trade union moth" because he was the vice president of the Workers' Federation of the Flat Trade Market, which was one of its more than a dozen titles, large and small, was inconspicuous.

Even this didn't bring him a good name.

The "veteran" also relied on his status as a trade union member to dare to scold a "moth", and his heart was still a little nervous......

But if you don't, how can you shift the focus?

Goto Yoshiki didn't react to the "veteran's" face-to-face reprimand, his thin cheeks kept a smile but not a smile, and he didn't speak, he turned around and left, his temper was incredible.

Ao Ping Rongsan also left, from beginning to end, his face was as black as iron, gloomy and frightening, but he didn't say anything.

"Rats in the gutter."

The "veteran" snorted stupidly, of course he wasn't talking about Ao Ping Rongsan.

He also knew that for a small citizen like them, Goto Yoshishi was by no means a mouse, but a giant crocodile. Although he was lying in the gutter, he relied on his strong background to pull out countless benefits from the sewage, raising him to be fat and hideous.

At this time, the "veteran" hoped that this change was "just" Ao Ping Rongsan's next resort, and the situation would be simple.

But this is destined to be just a delusion, and from the moment Ezuka walked in, the "veteran" knew that most of the things were difficult to be good.

Thinking of Jiang Tsuka, the "veteran" found that the rules that had been finally delineated in the workshop were out of order. A bunch of people flocked to Ezuka, gossiping about the situation, and because of Ezuka's delicate position among their bunch of people, it was easy for some over-the-top words to pop up, and then they would quarrel internally.

"Are you doing evil, what are you trying to do?"

"How can you speak, I didn't see that Director Jiang was also locked in...... The master also said that it was Ao Ping Rongsan! ”

"I don't think it's that simple, maybe it's a counter-plan."

"You can hide a nest of cow ghosts in your brain!"

No matter who was arguing, Jiang Tsuka didn't speak again, just hung her head slightly, with a slightly nervous smile, and didn't distinguish herself - Jiang Tsuka is such a person, don't look at her still leading a scientific research team, researching sensitive projects that go beyond scientific ethics, but what she shows every day, just like the way she dresses at this time, can't get rid of the student spirit in the ivory tower.

The "veteran" has communicated with her intermittently for several years, and he thinks that he is not old-fashioned, and he understands.

The people who were watching the play outside got out for the time being, and the "veteran" threw off his rib whip again and came back to rescue Jiang Tsuka: "During work, that's how you worked?" ”

After all, the scene was still a little chaotic, and someone even said: "Today is Sunday!" ”

Then a series of complaints were detonated:

"Even if it's three shifts, I'm still off work today!"

"I didn't brush my teeth, I didn't wash my face, so I slipped here."

"Today is Mother's Day, and my mother still doesn't know where to close......"

After all, the prestige of the "veteran" was considerable, and people just talked about it, venting the impact of a series of accidents, and after the old man whipped a few rounds in disgust, the crowd slowly dispersed.

The return station of the back station, the squat corner of the squatting wall.

"Thank you, Master Shou."

Jiang Tsuka thanked the "veteran" for relieving her, and the latter wanted to sigh but forcibly held back, with a cold old face, and motioned for Jiang Tsuka and him to go to the position of the supervision post.

Nowadays, after all, people's hearts are still floating, whether it is on the production line, or the idle people in the corner, etc., their eyes are drifting with them. Halfway, the "veteran" turned back suddenly, and with vicious eyes, he finally forced everyone's thoughts back.

finally arrived in a relatively secluded place, and the breath that the "old hand" was stuffed in his chest was finally able to spit out in the form of a sigh.

"Master Keeper ......"

Jiang Tsuka wanted to speak, but was stopped by the "veteran" reaching out: "Come on, don't mention anything, I just want to come here to catch my breath......"

Don't look at the "veteran" in front of a group of juniors, that tone is also strong, and it is not easy to have a chance to slow down.

After another minute or two of silence, the "veteran" spoke again, and said in a dumb voice: "It shouldn't be coming at us, but as a pond fish." ”

Ezuka bowed his head and was silent.

Whether it is a "veteran" or an ezuka, there are some unseemly intimate things, and if possible, they are never willing to be exposed to the spotlight.

But whether it is the small migratory nomadic tribe led by the "veteran" or the technical director of Ezuka, they have no ability to struggle out of the whirlpool, and they can't help themselves, so what can they do?

"Veterans" inevitably have to wonder: "We are pond fish, where is the 'city gate'......"

Before he could come up with a reason, the small door leading to the observation passage opened again, and this time it was not the weak technical director who came in, but the violent people in society who were like wolves.

"Shouxiong, you hidden cultist, go confront us!"

"And this one...... Ezuka, with a strange name, is most likely also an accomplice, and he also took it away! ”

Without waiting for the "veteran" and Jiang Tsuka to react, seven or eight people had already swarmed up, surrounded the two of them, put on nylon cable ties, and dragged them away.

There was an uproar in the assembly workshop, who cares about discipline and workstations, and dozens of young and middle-aged laborers rushed up, and it was a push and fight.

"Not good!"

The "veteran" at this moment, the push and shove suffered by the body, can not withstand the sharp alarm in his head. This kind of scene is clearly going to intensify the situation!

At this time, the "veteran" was a little bit of body, although he was hidden in the center by the social violence with a big waist and a round waist, and he couldn't see a human figure, but he had a hoarse voice pulled up: "Rough embryo, twenty sets of rough embryo!" Anyway, it's going to be made today...... If you can't make it, you are not worthy of being a gentleman on Hengduan Mountain! ”

Such scenes and words are extremely absurd, but it is this absurdity that makes a group of enthusiastic young adults stunned. At this time, the "veteran" struggled hard, but not to break free from the restraint, but broke out with brute force, forced two or three big men around him, squeezed out of the door, and came to the observation channel.

Right here, on the edge of the thick wall in the workshop, dozens of armed men with electric batons and riot guns were ready to go.

At the end of the observation passage, Okuhira Rongzo and Goto Yoshitsu were standing there.

"Ao Ping Rongsan, you villain, you dare to use a gun!"

The "veteran" was stunned, and his voice had already burst out, not only to the traders behind the scenes, but also to the enthusiastic young people in the workshop.

The commotion in the workshop froze.

At the other end of the passage, Ao Pingrong was expressionless, but his heart was bright, and the hatred that burst out of the "veteran" was right.

"What an old and spicy person." Goto Yoshi, who was next to him, exclaimed, and then turned into the disinfection passage leading to the exit.

Ao Ping Rongsan glanced at the "veteran" from a distance, followed behind, and after a few steps, he finally couldn't help it: "Mr. Goto, your people can be removed!" ”

"That's it, maybe there are people who can't think of it?"

It seems that Goto Yoshishi has made up his mind to explode a thunderbolt to play.

Ohei Rongsan even wanted to take out the courage of the stormtrooper captain back then and smash his fist on the back of the head of this guy, but in the end he gritted his teeth and held back: "Mr. Goto, Shouxiong is from a nomadic background, even if his beliefs are chaotic and out of line, it is understandable; As for Director Jiang, she is a senior talent hired by us, and she usually only immerses herself in research......"

Goto Yoshishi suddenly stopped, turned his face, and painted the light and shadow of the passage on his face: "Senior Administrator Okuhira, as far as I know, President Matsudaira has always been known for being good at management, and there is no one in the whole of Hanjo who does not admire his way of management. But in your case, day-to-day management is really worrying, especially in terms of human resources......

"Don't forget, I am the vice president of the Confederation of Labor and the director of the Labor Safety Inspectorate Association, and I have the responsibility and obligation to inquire about this matter with you and report the results of the inquiry to the relevant parties. So, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer, not this kind of unnutritious discrimination. ”

Okuhei Rongsan took a deep breath: "Mr. Goto, I'm introducing you to the situation......"

Goto Yoshishi raised his hand to interrupt him: "As I said, a hasty answer is insincere. If you always have such an attitude, I can only understand that this is a prevarication. ”

Even if Okuhei Rongsan is a clay figure, he is now angry, and his majestic body leans forward: "Mr. Goto, what did you see?" Can you understand that you have selected the box first, and then let me fill it in? ”

"Please note!"

Compared to Okuhei Rongsan, who was two laps bigger than himself, Goto Yoshi's face did not change much, he just raised his hand again, and this time he stretched out his index finger and middle finger, turned his wrist, and pointed at his eyes: "Senior Ao Ping, you can not trust me, but trust my eyes." ”

Goto's eyes are about the most prominent part of his thin face. He was a little bigger than usual, especially on his skinny and deformed face, bulging and bulging, and even though he always half-shrugged his eyelids, the details of the movement of the eyeballs in the sockets were clearly discernible.

At this moment, the dim pupils that were half-hidden under the eyelids were turning, and at first glance they looked dim, but in the deepest layer, they were shining with a dark red light. It is like the sunset at dusk, separating the horizon from the night sky.

At a certain moment, Okuhei Rongsan was a little dizzy, he subconsciously deflected his gaze, unwilling to look at him, and Goto Yoshi's voice penetrated into his ear hole at the right time:

"Remember, it can't go wrong, it's only you who is wrong!"