Ze Kuan looked at the place where Wu Yi was pointing, and saw that Jiang Chao was pestering a young looking female worker, and insisted on stuffing the drink that Wu Yi gave him to others.

Wu Yi smiled and said, "This guy is quite like the previous Agui, but he talks a little more." ”

Zekuan said: "Others are still quite enthusiastic. ”

"That's called fake zeal, and I don't like him."

"Whatever you say, he introduced our work."

"You also know that the factory introduced new employees into the factory, and there were 200 yuan for a month, and we were helping him make money.

Zekuan shook his head and said, "No need, anyway, we are looking for a job, and what he earns is what he deserves." ”

Wu Yi said: "Since the factory journal can be submitted, I think you can try it, and make some pocket money, I think you can write better than him." ”

Zekuan nodded: "It's okay to try." ”

The factory normally works 8 hours a day, works overtime to read orders for 2 to 4 hours, generally 3 to 5 times a week, and rests on Sundays, which is easier than they used to be in the factory and in the Internet café.

They were relieved to continue here, and Wu Yi slowly got used to it.

Because he had more time after work, Zekuan tried to re-write and submit to the factory magazine, and the first article was hired, and as soon as the factory magazine came out, the administrative department in charge of distribution called him to inform him to take the label to collect the manuscript fee.

Wu Yi read it and said that his writing was better than before, and Jiang Chao congratulated him and asked him to invite him to dinner.

Zekuan was also happy, saying that he would invite them out to eat on Sunday off.

Wu Yi said: "The manuscript fee for going out to eat your hundred yuan may not be enough, just ask in the canteen, I haven't tasted the claypot rice here." ”

Jiang Chao said: "The 10 yuan claypot rice is similar to the outside, let's eat Western food, the steak and pasta or something are only more than 20 yuan per person, and it will definitely not work outside." ”

Zekuan said: "Then let's eat Western!" ”

Wu Yi hated Jiang Chao more and more, and often ran away when he saw him while eating, not wanting to sit with him.

After that, Zekuan continued to contribute, almost every 100 hits, every month, and he also had a lot of popularity in the factory, and he was known as a talent.

Jiang Chao said sourly: "You still said that you haven't written for a long time, I think you are a liar, in fact, you have never given up, right?"

"I really haven't written in the past few years, maybe I've experienced too much in the past few years, and I have thought about it, so it's easier to write."

Jiang Chao said: "Do I have to stop for a while and write again like you?" ”

Zekuan said: "Everyone's experience is different, and there is no comparison. ”

"Don't forget, I suggested that you submit, and I also introduced you to this factory, you have to thank me."

"Of course, I won't forget."

Reading is Zekuan's hobby, he has been busy in Internet cafes in recent years, but he reads books whenever he has free time, and now his work and life are more regular than before, and he has more time to read.

Next to the dormitory area is a hill, and the back door is a small park, which was donated by their factory, with a few acres of land, mainly some flowers and plants, stone tables and stone benches, usually no one, mainly people from their factory.

Zekuan likes the quietness here, and often comes here alone to read.

In these years, there are fewer people who read books, even if they read books, they read more e-books, and there are very few people like him who are good at physical books or old books, and he is the only one who comes to this park to read books in the factory of thousands of people.

He sometimes wonders, is he too different? But he doesn't think it hurts.

He was not alone, he found a female worker who used to come to the park in the evening with leftovers, and walked all the way to the side of the hill to learn how to meow at the grass, and then a few wild cats would come out, and she would put the food on the ground and watch them finish and leave.

She is a very caring girl, quite young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, not very beautiful, but with good facial features and quite delicate.

She would sometimes look at him and then lower her head, apparently resembling him and not very sociable.

Although Zekuan likes to watch her feed cats, special people often have a crush on special people, but he never bothers her, he is not a person who likes to tease girls, and there is still an age gap.

He sometimes saw her in the dining hall and after eating, he would take the leftovers with a bag.

One evening, she came to feed the cat again, but when she found that there was one missing, she refused to put down the lunch box and kept barking.

The cats were also barking pitifully around her feet.

She said, "I can't give it to you yet, just a little bit, and when you're done grabbing it, you won't have to eat it." ”

Zekuan couldn't help but laugh.

When she saw it, she asked him, "What are you laughing at?" Do you know where the cat went? ”

Zekuan hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I just came." ”

She bowed her head and muttered in frustration: "I don't know if I was caught and killed." ”

Zekuan comforted her a little unbearably and said, "Maybe a well-wisher adopted it, maybe it ran away and couldn't hear it." ”

"Then you can be louder and help me call it."

Zekuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to make this request, but it wasn't too much, so he walked over and meowed with her to learn how to meow.

But after barking for a while, the cat didn't come out.

"Maybe it's too far, or feed these few first, and punish it for starving for a day, and in the future, I will also bring out the leftovers, but I eat too much and don't like leftovers."

"Then you just need to eat more, anyway, feeding the cat is not a waste."

Zekuan originally said casually, but he didn't think she was serious, so he had to nod, thinking that it was quite natural for her to call others, are girls like this now?

"Leftovers should be mixed with bones and vegetable juice before they eat, and they should be kept in the bag when they buy breakfast in the morning."

"Got it." Zekuan nodded and asked her, "Which workshop are you from?" ”

She said: "Electric razor workshop, my name is Du Xinyi. ”

"Oh, my name is—"

"Shen Zekuan, I know you." The girl interrupted him and said, "We are still fellow villagers, the same city, but different towns. ”

Zekuan didn't expect them to be fellow villagers, and said with some surprise: "I really didn't expect it, how did you know about me?" ”