Chapter 771: Ordinary Life

"Wife, I'm going to work." Yang Guang got up early in the morning, and it was almost seven o'clock after making breakfast.

He went to work at half-past seven.

As for his wife, it was half past eight.

The eldest daughter is now boarding at the school, and her grades are relatively mediocre. With the current results, it is difficult to get into one or two colleges, but fortunately, it is only a freshman in high school, and I have a chance.

"Well, be careful on motorcycles."

"Don't worry."

So, Yang Guang rode his lady's motorcycle that he didn't know how many times and didn't even steal from thieves to work.

This is a small factory without much technical content, but it is supplied to a large factory for packaging. After riding for more than ten minutes, Yang Guang also arrived at the factory smoothly.

Clock in and out.

"Beep." Magnetic card.

Before, I still used that old-fashioned cardboard attendance machine.

It took two years to change.

At this time, there are also many workers, especially some middle-aged female workers, who come to work, and most of them eat two or three yuan for breakfast.

Most of the processing in this packaging factory requires some skilled female workers, and they also have to endure loneliness and boredom. Some young people, at most, come to work for summer vacations, but if they are regular workers, they won't be able to work for long.

In addition, women in their thirties and forties are no longer those little girls who twist and pinch each other, and they also tell some meat and vegetarian jokes.

Teasing the young eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys who just came to the factory.

Some of them went out to work as soon as they graduated from junior high school, and some graduated from high school. If your academic performance is average and you don't have any skills, it's normal to work in a small factory.

At least compared to the freedom of large factories.

And this packaging processing factory, the little boy who graduated from high school, is actually a relative of the director of this small factory.

In the past few days of work, Yang Guang can see that he has just walked out of the school gate and is a little disdainful of this low-tech processing plant.

I don't take my work very seriously, maybe I want to use this place as a springboard. But again, those who have the ability can be a springboard on the spot, but what about those who are arrogant if they don't have the ability?

Want to run before you know how to walk?

That's messing around with time.

Mixed myself in too.

You must know that young people at this time are the easiest to shape, once they are lazy and used to it, it will be difficult to be diligent in a few years.

But is Yang Guang qualified to say? Not eligible.

The child of someone else's family, and he is also a relative of the factory director, or a cousin of the other party. Besides, the factory director didn't listen to the boy's words, and he would offend people if he intervened.

Whether it was the jokes of those 'long-tongued women' or other people's things, Yang Guang did not get involved.

After all, it felt weird when he accosted him.

"Director." I don't know why, Yang Guang called out after seeing a middle-aged man wearing glasses in front of him. But it's not flattering, because there aren't many rules in this small factory.

As long as you work hard, basically no one will say anything. It is even more impossible to have the so-called power of 'covering the sky with one hand'.

Unless it's a big factory, that's it.

In addition, although this small factory is small, it can be regarded as complete.

There is a factory director, and there is also a workshop director.

In terms of salary, this director is actually more than 1,000 yuan higher than Yang Guang every month, which is nothing more than his year-end bonus of 10,000 or 20,000.

"Well, Yang Guang, you're here, if you go to work later, I'll cut a hundred strips directly and send them to the processing workshop on the second floor. I've already given you notes on the length and width, in that notebook. ”

The director didn't care.

The so-called flattery, in fact, does not work, at most it is to make your work more comfortable.

"Okay, no problem."

Yang Guang didn't have any panic, he had some professional skills, even if this kind of professional skills were not high.

In addition, this factory is made of Styrofoam packaging, which is similar to the foam in the previous TV carton, but softer. It seems that the packaging products for TV sets and display screens made by major manufacturers have to be exported.

As a technician, Yang Guang earns more than 3,000 per month, which means that this technology is actually not valuable.

However, the salary is relatively stable.

But the market for Styrofoam is getting worse and worse, or the big factory they supply is not good.

The financial crisis has affected imports and exports.

It also naturally affects those small factories in the supply chain.

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A year later, the mediocre Yang Guang suffered a mid-life crisis.

This Styrofoam packaging plant is going out of business.

There are not many small factories in this township itself, and it is difficult to adapt to the sudden change of place after working for many years. But people always have to eat, so they should work.

Later, I chose a job that was hard and tiring, and the salary was still low, but at least I could live.

At this time, Yang Guang would not put on a posture of being a high martial saint.

What's more, he's not a martial artist yet.

In this world, there is no so-called transcendent existence at all.

However, in Yang Guang's thoughts, even if the days are tight, he can survive. As long as their daughter works hard to get admitted to college and find another job, they can be considered to be able to unload the burden.

Unexpectedly, on his way to work, his wife made a phone call.

Broke this rather stable situation.

"What's wrong with Lily? Why are you crying? "Yang Guang's wife's name is He Li, a very common and common name, but that's not the point.

Yang Guang only heard the crying on the other side of the phone, and was afraid.

His heart chuckled, but as a man, as the head of the family, he had to show momentum.

Even he doesn't have the momentum to be confident.

After all, the wife at this time needs her own comfort and care.

"Husband, my mother..."

Yang Guang knew this matter from his wife's intermittent crying, and he immediately understood the seriousness of the matter.

"I'll ask the supervisor for leave, you prepare our bank card first."

After Yang Guang hung up the phone with a heavy heart, he immediately went to the supervisor's office to ask for leave.

This is not much of a problem, because Yang Guang is a local, and besides, there are some things that are inevitable at home. But no matter what, you have to go through a process.

At least let the people in the factory know where Yang Guang has gone and what he has done.

If you don't leave quietly, you won't be able to.

However, Yang Guang didn't care about these things anymore, and hurried home on his motorcycle.

The wife had already prepared everything and waited for Yang Guang to come back.

"Let's go."

At such an age, there is no pretentious hug and hug to comfort him, just like an ordinary person.

Fairy tales such as love are all lies.

Lying to ordinary people.