The words of the workshop director seemed to be telling the workers to help Qin Huairu improve his skills, but in fact, he wanted to force Qin Huairu to leave through the hands of the workers.

And so it goes.

Qin Huairu is becoming more and more unhappy.

Everywhere to go.

They are all workers who give her a face.

I want to get out.

But he was pulled back by the workers and continued to make things difficult, either that Qin Huairu was lazy, or that Qin Huairu's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he told Qin Huairu to leave quickly.

Stay at your desk.

The workers didn't care about Qin Huairu, but they would talk about Qin Huairu's technology afterwards, this processed part was not processed in place, the part was processed badly, and even the polishing finish was told by the workers over and over again, either the burr here was not polished, or the finish of that piece was not very qualified.

Pick the bones inside the egg.

All sorts of embarrassments.

Strictly speaking.

It's not about picking bones in eggs.

Because Qin Huairu has no technology at all.

The processing parts required by plus or minus 0.10mm, the data she processed, the error is usually about plus or minus 0.15mm, and the scrap rate of the ninth workshop is like this.

No wonder no workshop would want Qin Huairu.

This is the root knot.

A morning of time.

Qin Huairu spent all her time under the watchful eye of her co-workers, and she once felt like a year, and her body seemed to be no longer her own.

Weakness.

But they also have to eat.

Dragging his tired body, he walked towards the cafeteria.

I guess it's because I'm hungry.

Qin Huairu, who walked to the door, flew into his nose with a meaty fragrance, and his eyes looked in the direction where the fragrance came from, and saw Guo Dazi stuffing a piece of big fat pork into his mouth.

Saliva swirls in the mouth cavity.

Gluttonous.

Not long since.

lived such a miserable life.

Although she became a widow, because of Yi Zhonghai's help and assistance, Qin Huairu basically ate one meat dish for three days and one white flour steamed bun for two days, and her life was quite nourishing.

Yi Zhonghai is dead.

It also broke out that the Jia family was the richest man in the courtyard.

This quality of life has plummeted.

Qin Huairu hasn't eaten meat for two months, and she hasn't eaten white-flour steamed buns.

Do you want to be extravagant?

Her luxury is different from the luxury expected by others, not to pay for meat dishes and buy white flour steamed buns, but to find a big man who has thoughts about her and has spare money in her hand to help Qin Huairu pay for the lunch meal, in the past three years, Qin Huairu has mostly begged for a living like this, as long as someone helps her pay the bills, it is really to die, make two dishes at a time, ask for several white flour steamed buns, can't eat them yourself, and can bring them home.

Qin Huairu is not the only one who brings food from the canteen.

A lot of people were brought, including those from the Security Section.

Qin Huairu's gaze wandered among the crowd.

Find the big one.

Guo Da Tou is a good choice.

Pity.

The guy cooked the meal.

I touched it for a long time.

Seeing that people don't care about themselves, there is also the fact that there is a relatively long queue.

Qin Huairu stepped forward to Guo Da Skio, found a place to sit, and sat opposite Guo Da Skio.

Guo Dazi, who was eating with his head down, felt that there was suddenly a figure in front of him, and when he looked closely, it was actually Qin Huairu, a famous pretty widow in the rolling mill.

A subconscious joy in my heart.

The gesture was to push the lunch box in his hand in front of Qin Huairu.

The moment his hand touched the lunch box, he suddenly thought of the rights and wrongs of the rolling mill, which were either related to Qin Huairu, or Qin Huairu was involved.

Instantly give up the idea that you shouldn't have.

Qin Huairu's matter in the ninth workshop, he heard about it.

on this.

Only sympathy can be expressed.

But there is no way to help, don't look at Guo Dazi as an ordinary person, even if he is not an ordinary person, he does not dare to transfer Qin Huairu to his command without authorization.

A well-known laggard.

If it's really transferred.

The spittle of the workers can drown him.

You have to be cautious.

"Qin Huairu, have you eaten?"

Qin Huairu was stunned.

What is the difference between asking this question and asking it in vain?

Didn't you see the empty lunch box in my hand?

The thief does not go empty.

Qin Huairu is day long.

Since the day she entered the factory to work, the lunch box in her hand has never been empty, and if she really eats, she will not sit in front of Guo Dazi with a blank eye.

"There's no that."

"Then you hurry up and get food."

Qin Huairu glanced at Guo Dazi.

Beat the rice.

Don't I know how to eat?

If I were rich, I would sit in front of you.

Doing the work of Guo Da with his eyes.

Give me money, give me meal tickets.

Guo Dazi is also a ghost in the sex, Qin Huairu's nickname of the pretty widow was given by him, and it was also passed out of his mouth, since Qin Huairu entered the factory, this guy has ideas about Qin Huairu, and in the past three years, he has successively donated meal tickets, but he has not received specific benefits, so he has pulled a small hand.

He saw Qin Huairu's thoughts.

The hand was already in his pocket, and there was a meal ticket and money inside.

It's just that the moment his finger touched the meal ticket, Guo Dazi felt like someone had poured a basin of cold water, and the damn lustful idea was immediately scared.

Now Qin Huairu.

Among the rolling mill workers.

Pure stinking shit.

Whoever gets it is unlucky.

I really thought that Guo Dazi could go out open-mindedly.

Fart.

Thinking that Yi Zhonghai was still against Qin Huairu's wishes because of Qin Huairu's death, Guo Dazi wanted to say loudly, you are fucking farting.

Yi Zhonghai what kind of person.

Can Guo Dazi know?

That is a hypocrite, who has always been prepared to do things.

It is impossible to go against Qin Huairu's wishes.

So there must be a secret in this.

Guo Dazi didn't have the heart to pursue the secret, he wanted to stay away from Qin Huairu now, just now, many people had already set their eyes on him.

This Nima reached the ears of the tigress.

Guo Dazi can't be good.

He came with an emergency brake.

"Didn't you skip a meal? Why don't you go to dinner? ”

Qin Huairu wanted to say something about MMP, she saw Guo Da Pick's hand reach into his pocket and wanted to take out the money, but she didn't expect Guo Da Picker to finally take out a little air.

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Holding back his anger.

smiled at Guo Dazi.

Get up and walk towards the group.

If it weren't for the workers in the ninth workshop, looking at Qin Huairu with a blank face, Qin Huairu would have to open his mouth to Guo Dazi if he said anything.

Look at the current situation.

They all regarded Qin Huairu as a plague god, and they couldn't avoid fear one by one.

She is also on her own.

Walking to the dining window of the cafeteria, I couldn't help but lick my lips when I looked at the few leftovers inside.

"Comrade, give me a fried potato chips with cabbage, and then a white flour steamed bun and a wowotou."

The lunch box was handed to the other party.

A spoonful of food was poured into her lunch box.

The white-flour steamed buns and wowotou were also placed on top of the lid of the lunch box.

"Comrade, two meal tickets, ...... for the meal."