The bus to the paint factory is not direct, there are many stops along the way, I have to sit at the terminal, there are fewer and fewer people on the car, but Qian Mingwen, the fat man, has no intention of getting off at all.

Later, there were only two of us left in the car, and there was one stop to the end, indicating that Qian Mingwen also went to the paint factory. I was a little surprised: "Brother, you also go to the paint factory?" ”

"A bit of business. Hey. The fat man smiled cheaply.

What business can he have, nothing more than funeral things, is the paint factory dead? Hey, this bad luck, how did I encounter such a thing on the first day I went.

I asked him what business he was going to do, and the fat man played haha with me, talking left and right and caring for him, playing Tai Chi just didn't explain. I don't bother to ask, I love to say it or not. He was desperate to see his grandfather's manuscript, but I didn't want to show it to him.

When I finally arrived at the paint factory, after getting off the bus, I saw that the factory was quite large, with several office buildings, and I was already quite shocked before I saw the workshop.

Qian Mingwen and I registered at the gate, and after a short time, two people came to the factory office, one took Qian Mingwen away, and the other took me away.

Tomorrow is the official work, tonight I will arrange the residence, and the office staff of the factory office took me to the dormitory building. The dormitory I arranged for me is not bad, it is a two-person room, the area is not large, the bunk beds are very complete, and there is a separate bathroom inside.

A young man was leaning against the lower bunk reading a book. The office worker said, "Xiucai, your new roommate has arrived." ”

The young man was quiet, wearing glasses, and came to shake hands with me: "Hello, my name is Peng Zongliang." ”

"Hello, Wang Qiang." I greeted him politely.

The office staff looked us up and down, and said with a smile, the two of you are really a bit alike, this is fate.

We exchanged a few pleasantries, and the office staff told me to ask Xiucai about something, he was an old man in the factory, and asked me not to forget to report to the office tomorrow morning.

When he left, I asked Peng Zongliang curiously, why do you call you Xiucai.

The young man laughed: "I usually don't like to socialize, I have nothing to do at home to read, they make fun of me, and they call me Xiucai." ”

Xiucai is a nickname, and old employees can call it, but if I follow it, I will be a little ignorant of current affairs. I hurriedly said politely, "I'll call you Brother Peng in the future." ”

Peng Zongliang said: "Whatever, you'll know after a long time, I'm not informal." Let's live together, I don't have so many problems, what rules do you set, just one, it's clean. ”

I said no problem.

Peng Zongliang helped me put away the bed, took me to recognize the door in the dormitory building, and took me to the factory map notice board outside, pointing out to me the layout of the entire factory area and where the office I will go to tomorrow is.

He told me that our paint factory used to be a state-owned enterprise, a few years ago to restructure and acquire, now the scale is quite large, the fist products are a variety of high-grade industrial paint, there are many patented technologies, here to do absolutely much better than what institutions, welfare is quite good.

I was originally planning to find an iron rice bowl, and I was very happy to hear him introduce it like this. I was still a little apprehensive in my heart, and I didn't know what position the factory office could arrange for me.

Listening to Peng Zongliang, the biggest problem of the paint factory is pollution, not to mention the external environmental pollution, the internal front-line employees have to have a physical examination once every six months, often deal with paints and paints, and will be infected with many diseases. Therefore, the salary and treatment of front-line employees are very high, and if it is not good, it is to exchange their lives.

I thought to myself, if I was assigned to work in the front-line workshop, I would quit immediately. Money can not be earned, the body is important.

After a night's rest, I went to the office early the next morning to report. After the office registered me, they had questions about my academic qualifications and asked me if I was a student.

Oh no, I'm sweating on my head, but I have a criminal record, and if they find out, they won't be admitted.

I said that because my father passed away and my family was in debt, I stopped studying now to earn money, and I haven't graduated yet. In my case, the office also felt tricky and called the leader above.

After the phone call, the staff in the office told me that even if I was suspended, I needed a written certificate from the school, and I couldn't be so unclear, so I went to the school recently and issued a certificate.

My mouth was full of bitterness, thinking to myself, isn't this bad, how can I come out to work in the future with my identity, and no employer will want someone like me.

I discussed with the office manager if I could let me work first and then go to school when I had time. The leaders just don't agree, and they say seriously that they must follow the process.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the corridor, it was the fat man Qian Mingwen, who seemed to be saying goodbye to the leaders of the factory.

I'm a drowning man now grabbing a life-saving straw, whether it's useful or not, try it and talk about it. I hurried out of the office, and sure enough, I saw Qian Mingwen shaking hands with a middle-aged leader-looking person saying goodbye.

I shouted, "Brother Qian! ”

When Qian Mingwen saw me, the fat man had lost the heat he had when he was in the car, and he seemed polite from a distance: "Oh, Xiao Wang." ”

"Brother Qian, there is something wrong with my entry procedures, you can help me." I pulled him and didn't let go.

The middle-aged leader was domineering: "What's the matter?" ”

I told the story about it, and the middle-aged leader entered the office, explained to the office staff, and completed my entry procedures first, and I will go over to apply for the certificate when the school has time.

A big leader spoke, and the formalities were completed quickly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Qian Mingwen said helplessly: "Brother, you owe me a favor." ”

I was so happy that a stone fell to the ground, and I became bold, and told him to have a big meal, and I would eat it at noon. Qian Mingwen was quite sensible, saying that I had just joined the job and didn't have much money, and I would talk about it when the salary was opened at the end of the month.

After completing the formalities, I looked at the people in the office and what work could be arranged. The office staff said: "Wang Qiang, you go to the communication room to report, and the person in charge of the specific work will tell you." ”

As soon as I heard it, I was furious: "Communication room? ”

I don't know what the communication room is anymore, it's the place where the messenger is watched, it's all done by a retired old man, how did I arrange it for a strong young man.

"Leader, take a look again, is it the communication room?" I asked.

"That's right. Hurry up and go. "Office workers are impatient.

I had no choice but to come out with the list, and when I left the office building, I saw Qian Mingwen, and he hadn't left yet.

He greeted me, looked at me with a bitter face, and asked what was wrong.

I showed him the job list and complained that the factory had arranged for me to work in the communication room. Qian Mingwen smiled: "The director of your paint factory used to come out of the old state-owned enterprise, and he paid special attention to qualifications. Brother, you don't have a college diploma, and you haven't looked at any ability, so it's understandable to sharpen yourself from the bottom first. ”

I said in my heart, you really don't have a backache when you stand and talk.

Qian Mingwen suddenly lowered his voice: "If you work at night, remember one thing, don't go to the penultimate workshop in the east." ”

"Why?"

Qian Mingwen winked at me, didn't say anything, and walked straight out of the door.

Without much thought, I went to the communication room. The person in charge of the communication room is called Lao Zhangtou, and told me that he and I are staring here during the day, and he will do the main work. And my main task was patrolling at night.

I was angry, "Leader Zhang, there are no security guards in the factory, let's patrol which door." ”

The old man glared at me: "Why do you complain so young, and do whatever you want." The security guards patrol the security guards, you patrol yours, and do not interfere with each other. ”

He told me that after patrolling at night, he would return to the communication room and watch for half the night, and he would not be allowed to sleep until two o'clock in the second half of the night, and if he violated the rules, he would be punished according to the regulations.

My working hours are different from the usual staff, I work for one day and one night, take one day and one night off, and I can take the car out of the factory area when I rest, which is no problem.

If I do the math, it's okay, it's equivalent to doing it for half a month a month. Okay, there's only such a bad old man in the communication room, and it saves the intrigue in the office.

I set up camp in the communication room, and Lao Zhangtou didn't shy away from me, turned on the radio, shook his head and listened to Shan Tianfang's commentary.

There is an important function of the communication room, which is the registration of the door post, and there are many vehicles and personnel entering and leaving the factory during the day.

At noon, I was watching in the communication room, and he went to the cafeteria to eat, and only came back an hour later with his teeth buckled and asked me to go again.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, there were not many people left, and there were some rice pot bottoms left, and I was holding my breath and eating.

I was eating when I heard two people behind me talking: "Are those people here today?" ”

"No, I don't. Do you say that these dead people have anything to do with our factory? ”

"I don't know, but it shouldn't matter. The factory is good, regular physical examinations, if there is a problem can be detected early, it is impossible to have sudden death. One of them said: "I think it has something to do with personal physique, not much to do with the factory." ”

"Don't say that, after all, you died at work, and it is considered a work injury."

The two chattered.

I was about to listen again when they finished eating and left. I understand the general meaning, there seems to be an accident in the factory, several people died, and now the family of the deceased is asking the factory for compensation, but the factory has not made a decision, and has been dragging it here.

I suddenly had an intuition, Qian Mingwen, who did the funeral ceremony, could it have something to do with this matter? If you think about it, it doesn't seem to matter, the deceased is cremated and buried, and the family members can do it themselves, so why do you need the factory to find such a person?