On the autumn road, a JMC pickup truck is moving. In the co-pilot of the car, the young man was wearing a peaked cap, a gray sweatshirt, squinting his eyes, and an expressionless fake sleep.

"..... you'll see Lao Zhangtou later, remember Uncle Sheng. He even hugged you when he was a kid. ”

The middle-aged man in the driver's seat admonished as he drove.

Song Wenbin didn't say a word, he didn't even remember when he sat alone in a car with his father like this. It could have been ten years ago, it could have been twenty years ago.

To be honest, he doesn't like to sit in a car with his father, and his father, who is keen on stock speculation, is very generous in the face of A-shares, often throwing hundreds of thousands without blinking, but always strangely stingy in other places.

"There are two boxes of crabs in the carriage, you will pay attention to it later, the box on the left is the female crab, the box on the right is the male crab, you keep the female and take it back, Huang Duo. Gong, you give it to Lao Zhangtou. ”

Song Wenbin couldn't hold back his laughter.

Song Siping looked at his son in confusion.

Song Wenbin sighed and said, "I said, Dad, if you can't do it yourself, don't teach me to do things, okay." ”

"Forehead......" Song Siping was speechless for a while, unable to refute, but he couldn't let go of his father's dignity, and said, "I'm worried that you will suffer...... Although you have some skills now, those people are not easy to get along with......"

Song Wenbin yawned, looking out the window at the gradually dilapidated industrial park, and the abandoned telephone poles plastered with small advertisements for the treatment of apricot disease, this ghost place is like the barren heart of some middle-aged man who has no knowledge and no skills, and barren is written from beginning to end.

When the JMC pickup truck stopped, they came to the corner of the dilapidated industrial park, which looked even more dilapidated, with several large red trucks parked at the end of the road, and there were bare loess vegetable patches and shrubs on the side of the road, and a faint smell of feces filled the air.

Song Wenbin jumped out of the car, as if he still thought that this ghost place was not desolate enough, and he saw a discarded twisted and stretched plastic rubber T on the ground.

His brow furrowed slightly, maybe only the kind of men and women who steal fish would visit this place at night.

"Old Song." Someone shouted.

Song Wenbin looked up and saw a man about his father's age walking from the door of a brick factory in the distance, smoking a cigarette, shaving a small flat head, and dark skin, belonging to the kind of person who would not be looked at if he was thrown into the pile.

"Yo, Lao Zhang."

Song Siping jumped out of the car and said hello.

Then he pushed Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin smiled, nodded slightly, and shouted, "Uncle Zhang." ”

The name of the person who came was Zhang Rong, and Song Wenbin had seen this person a few times in his impression, but every time he met, others would call him Lao Zhangtou, who was his father's business partner.

I still remember that it was more than 20 years ago, when Song Wenbin's uncle was still the district head, and his father got a business license through a relationship, and opened a factory in this industrial park to produce all kinds of stationery, producing those outdoor products, which were specially supplied to several local schools, including school uniforms, badminton rackets, badminton balls and other things.

Song Siping himself has not managed the factory much since he got the business license and relationship, and the specific matters of production and management have been handed over to his own Fa Xiao Zhang Rong. It's just that more than 20 years have passed, Song Siping is used to a life of idleness and burying his head in the sea, and he has not dealt with the people in the factory much, but he is a little restrained when he sees Zhang Rong coming over at this moment.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, he glanced at Song Wenbin and motioned for Song Wenbin to go to the back of the car to get the box of male crabs.

Song Wenbin shook his head and said to him: "You go back first today, you don't have to worry about the affairs here." ”

"Huh?" Song Siping didn't expect Song Wenbin to be so crisp.

Although he had already discussed with his wife at home that he wanted Song Wenbin to take care of things, Song Wenbin didn't know anything about this place after all, so it didn't seem good for him to leave.

But Song Wenbin had already made a decision, and he said to Lao Zhangtou: "Uncle Zhang, you can take me to the factory first." ”

Lao Zhang looked at Song Wenbin, and then at Song Siping, Song Siping smiled and said: "Lao Zhang, I still have something at home, you tell him about the things in the factory, and he said that he has a way." ”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Lao Zhangtou's eyes, but he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take Xiao Song to have a look, and we'll get in touch when we get back." ”

Song Siping walked to the carriage, as if he was still thinking about the box of male crabs, but Song Wenbin asked Zhang Rong to lead him to the factory, and he didn't mean to care about the box of crabs, which made him a little embarrassed, so he could only stand in place and scratch his head.

……

Following Lao Zhangtou into the park, the traces of dilapidation here are more obvious, and in the barren grass, there is a boxy bungalow standing alone. There are a lot of discarded fabrics piled up everywhere in the corner, and looking at the material, it should be left after cutting the school uniform.

On the other side of the wall, there are a large number of broken carbon fibers piled up, because some of the garbage has even turned white and discolored because of the time, and I don't know how long it has not been cleaned.

Song Wenbin couldn't understand how this kind of lifeless place was run to this day, the last time he came to this place was when he was in high school, and he didn't have much interest in this shabby place at that time, but he didn't expect that ten years later, this place is still so dilapidated and so old.

However, he still maintains respect for this place, after all, the output brought by this place once allowed him to spend his childhood and youth in peace.

He straightened his collar and followed Lao Zhangtou into the factory, where two or three aunts were picking and choosing from a pile of plastic clothes, which were some black and white school uniforms, which had no beauty at all.

"There are few people, can you be busy?"

Song Wenbin looked at the bored aunts and handed Lao Zhangtou a cigarette.

"Nothing to do this year, not busy. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer orders from the school, and a new factory has replaced our business, and the previous inventory can only be sold cheaply to Yungui, which has lost a lot of money. Lao Zhangtou took the cigarette holder and said in his ear.

"That's it."

Song Wenbin looked at the assembly line used to cut fabrics behind him, the machine was quiet, and many parts had even rusted to death.

"Are there any other pipelines?" Song Wenbin asked.

"There are also three, one for table tennis rackets and one for badminton rackets, the year before last, we cooperated with your Uncle Liu to pull a production line for the production of carbon arrow shafts, and now that line is still operating."

"Take me to see it." Song Wenbin said.

Lao Zhangtou took Song Wenbin to look around in the factory, and after watching the three assembly lines, Song Wenbin was a little uncomfortable, to be honest, he had known that his family's business had not improved for many years, but when he actually saw the situation here, he still couldn't help but have a headache.

Two of the three assembly lines are not very loud, and only one is left to produce carbon arrow shafts.

If he wants to say this kind of thing, he can also understand it, it was originally a small workshop of other brands of cottages, and there was no technical content at all, and he could sell it to the school by relying on the relationship, but now that his uncle is also retired, such a product is a dead end in competition in the market, and it is reasonable to decline and decline.

After a brief reading, he asked, "Where are the account books?" ”

"In my office." Lao Zhangtou said.

"Show me." Song Wenbin said.

When I came to Lao Zhangtou's office, I said that it was an office, but in fact it was a cement flat on the top floor, with a row of wooden chairs, a glass coffee table, and a kettle directly inserted into a tow line board on the concrete floor.

Four or five workers were playing poker around the coffee table, and when they saw Song Wenbin and Lao Zhangtou coming, they didn't raise their heads, but just glanced at them and continued to play poker.

"Friday, nothing." Lao Zhangtou saw that those people were lazy and explained.

"It's okay." Song Wenbin said: "Just show me the account." ”

Lao Zhangtou walked behind the desk, took out a thick stack of ledgers from the drawer and gave it to Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin sat down, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and carefully calculated the revenue in recent years.

This was honestly the thing he hated the most in the past, because he couldn't study, he had a natural aversion to numbers, but at this moment he had no other way but to sit there honestly and keep the calculator on and on.

After pressing for a long time, Song Wenbin's face was a little bad, obviously the operation of the factory was worse than he thought.

The loss in one quarter of this year alone is more than 100,000 yuan, and the cumulative loss in the past year and a half is as high as 700,000 yuan, which can be said to be a heavy blow to this small workshop.

Lao Zhangtou was worried that the words on the account book were too sloppy, and explained to Song Wenbin on the side: "The main reason is that the factory was suspended for maintenance for a period of time in the first two years, and it cost hundreds of thousands. A lot of cooperation has been suspended, and no new orders have come ......"

"In this way..."Song Wenbin flipped through the bill and continued to ask, "How is the labor cost calculated?" ”

Although he asked calmly, as soon as the words came out, the few poker workers did not move, and they all looked over and stared at Song Wenbin.

Lao Zhangtou took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and said: "The male worker is 4,000 a month, and the female worker is 3,050 a month. ”

Song Wenbin saw that the labor expense column on the bill had always been stable, so he asked: "Was the salary also paid when the production was stopped before?" ”

"This ......"

Lao Zhangtou looked at a few people next to him, and stopped talking.

The workers threw the cards and said coldly, "Kid, what are you doing here?" Is that seat you're sitting in? ”

Song Wenbin raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who spoke, it was an old man with two scars on his face, and he looked a little fierce.

"I'm not here to find fault, I'm here to help." Song Wenbin said calmly: "Now the factory can't operate, we have to think of a way." ”

"It's a question of who can't run it."

The scar-faced man sneered: "Your father has been a shopkeeper for more than ten years, taking the money and not doing business, not updating equipment and not asking for technical guidance, if I want to say that this factory should have fallen a long time ago, if it weren't for Lao Zhang and our help over the years, you would have drunk the northwest wind a long time ago, now it's good, you just came a few minutes and checked the account books, what do you want to do." ”

Song Wenbin didn't speak, just looked at Lao Zhang's head, Lao Zhang just spit out his cigarette, and said lightly: "Don't rush so much, Lao Wang, Xiao Song is also here to find a way." ”

"What can he think of, how much money is lacking." The man said fiercely: "This is the biggest way, don't make so many fancy intestines, it's useless." ”

Song Wenbin leaned back in his chair, his eyes swept over the faces of the unkind-faced workers, and then fell on the faces of the old Zhang Tou who was silently smoking on the side.

"How much is the labor cost missing?" Song Wenbin asked.

"The manual item is actually okay, but I am temporarily short of two months' wages."

Lao Zhangtou said: "There are six male workers and three female workers, which is more than 60,000 yuan in total." ”

"Sixty thousand."

Song Wenbin pondered for a moment, and then turned over the account books, compared with other losses, such as raw materials, machinery failures, and crises caused by unsalable inventory, the labor gap is indeed not large.

But 700,000 ...... It's no wonder that his old man would take money to the stock market to make money, is this thinking of making money from the stock market to make up for the factory's deficit, is it really whimsical...... Now it's okay, the deficit has not been made up, and the family's money has been lost. What a fucking mess.

Seeing that he turned over the account book without making a sound, the workers didn't know what Song Wenbin was thinking, and they immediately became dissatisfied, and asked one after another: "Hey, your family doesn't want to deduct our wages, right?" ”

"I warn you, our contract is written in black and white, and our park also has a trade union."

"Don't rummage around, hurry up and let your old man speak, don't avoid us all day! I don't know where I'm going to live when I'm old. ”

……

Not only did they talk to themselves, but they also called up a few people who were working below, six men and three women gathered around the office, gossiping, chattering, and chattering, the more angry they became.

Song Wenbin was unmoved, he pressed the calculator by himself, he calculated the cost of the depreciation of the machine before, and calculated the meager profits over the years, the more he calculated, the more headaches he had, the good guy continued to do this, let alone pay wages, these profits could not even be maintained by the machine, not to mention the loss of so much money in the previous two years.

After settling the accounts, the workers were still scolding.

They scolded, Song Wenbin ignored it, he stretched out his hand to the old Zhang on the side, and asked, "What about the bills from other factories, are they still there?" ”

Old Zhang Tou looked at him in surprise, was stunned, and nodded, "In...... It's all ......."

"Bring it." Song Wenbin commanded calmly.

Lao Zhang took out a clip from the drawer, and there were a lot of transaction orders on this folder, which were all purchase records with other raw material factories, as a transaction between factories and factories, many times the discount was not instantaneous, and it was normal to postpone the transaction. Song Wenbin flipped through the unfinished bills, his brows furrowed slightly.

These things seem complicated, but they are also very simple to say, they still owe money to the raw material manufacturers. There is a lot to be owed.

Lao Zhangtou looked at Song Wenbin and said, "This is the situation, your father probably told you." There's nothing I can do, after all, I'm a steward. ”

Song Wenbin nodded, put down the phone, he felt that the matter here would probably be very troublesome, and it would not be solved for a while and a half, so he looked around on the table and found that there was a set of tea sets but no tea leaves, so he asked: "Is there any tea, we can pour some tea and talk slowly." ”

Tea......

Old Zhang was silent.

Seeing that Song Wenbin looked like an old god, the workers couldn't stand it, and the scar-faced man was even more simply, he walked directly to a small crisper in the house, took out a small white bottle, walked in front of Song Wenbin, paused the bottle in front of Song Wenbin with a bang, and said: "The tea is drunk by the old man, you still drink this." ”

Song Wenbin looked at the white glass bottle on the table, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

There is no doubt that it was a bottle of milk.