"Is it so difficult for you now?" Cao Shujie asked.

This summer, Cao Shujie once took the bus, and at that time he also heard the driver say that their line of work is very difficult now.

But listening to the driver in front of him, the bus company seems to be more difficult to do.

Thinking about it in his heart, Cao Shujie heard the person in front of him complain: "Director Cao, it's not just that it's not easy to do, let's put it this way, except for those who run your line, those who run other lines, and there is no performance salary at all." ”

"I've heard a colleague of yours talk about this before, and he asked me if I should continue to do it or find another way, and I couldn't give him advice at the time, and I don't know how he's doing now." Cao Shujie said.

The driver seemed to be very familiar with the person in Cao Shujie's mouth, and when he heard it, he said: "Director Cao, what you are talking about should be Lao Huang, but Lao Huang changed careers a few months ago and went to the city to sell pancakes and fruits, and it is said that the sales are not bad." ”

It can be heard from his tone that he also wants to try a new way out like his colleague Lao Huang, so as not to die on the road of the bus driver in the end.

After all, Pingyuan County itself is not rich, and these towns under the jurisdiction of Pingyuan County are also not very rich, and it is really difficult for the already wealthy finances to afford so many buses and bus drivers.

Cao Shujie suddenly thought that if his factory started normally, but there was not even a driver, how could this work?

Thinking of this, Cao Shujie asked him: "Master, what is your surname?" ”

"A cheap life, how can I have a noble surname, my surname is Song, my name is Song Baoming."

Cao Shujie nodded, and then asked, "Master Song, do you have any plans to change to another job?" ”

"What job?" Song Baoming looked interested.

Then I heard Cao Shujie say: "That's the case, I opened a factory in the town, with an investment of more than 50 million, and now I am installing equipment, and it will open after the year, our company is still short of drivers, if Master Song is interested, you can come to our company to see." ”

After Cao Shujie finished speaking, Song Baoming gritted his teeth and asked directly: "Director Cao, how much can you get in your factory?" ”

"It's hard to say about the salary now, but it must be a fixed position, and the salary of each position is different, but Master Song is an old driver who has been driving for many years, if you come over, I can guarantee the basic salary plus overtime and subsidies every month, and the income is not less than 3,500 yuan, and it mainly depends on how much work Master Song does." Cao Shujie didn't say it all.

In fact, many employees in his factory now earn more than 3,500 yuan from basic salary plus overtime pay.

That's not a low income.

Song Baoming was a little moved, but he still hesitated: "Director Cao, the salary in your factory is really not low, it is higher than my current income, but do you buy insurance in your factory?" ”

The reason why Song Baoming has not resigned and left now, and he is going to do it himself like his colleague Lao Huang is that he is buying insurance for his current job.

He thinks that it doesn't matter if his current income is lower, at least when he is older, at least he will have an income security after retirement.

You must know that he is now 47 years old, and according to relevant laws and regulations, he can retire and enjoy Qingfu in less than 13 years.

If the pension insurance is cut off at this time, it will be a fatal blow to him in the future.

Cao Shujie also seemed to know Song Baoming's concerns, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, our company is a regular company, as long as you join the company, our factory will buy insurance for every employee." ”

Song Baoming took a deep breath after listening, and he understood that this was a step to make a crucial choice.

When I think of the bus company I work for, I often delay wages, sometimes I can't pay the full salary, and if it happens to be in the off-season of Caojiazhuang, they don't have performance bonuses.

And with the popularity of private family cars, fewer and fewer people will take the bus.

No matter how you look at it, his job is a sunset, and it is difficult to make a big improvement.

Thinking of this, Song Baoming asked a little embarrassedly: "Director Cao, can you give me a contact information, when you start work there in the next year, I will apply for the job." ”

"Master Song, your car is very stable, and you are also an old driver who has been driving for many years, and our factory does want to recruit a driver, if you are interested, just come to work directly."

Speaking of this, Cao Shujie told him: "My company is in Qingshi Town Industrial Park, and there is a Xuemeng Food Co., Ltd. over there, which is easy to find." ”

"Wait a while to stop at the station, and then give you my mobile phone number." Cao Shujie said so.

The two of them kept chatting, and Song Baoming safely and smoothly sent Cao Shujie to the stop sign at the entrance of Caojiazhuang Village, and he wrote down Cao Shujie's phone number.

Watching Cao Shujie get out of the car and go north, thinking about what Cao Shujie just said, Song Baoming's long-dormant heart suddenly wanted to try it.

……

And there is a reason why Cao Shujie poached the bus driver.

After the normal operation of their factory, a company of this nature must buy a few boxes of goods or other trucks to transport and deliver goods normally, and even do not rule out the purchase of shuttle buses and bus drivers in the factory in the later stage.

But their factory doesn't have a single official driver now.

When Cao Shujie was chatting with Song Baoming just now, he also heard that Song Baoming had the idea of looking for a job, so he said a few more words.

Song Baoming can come to the company, Cao Shujie is quite happy.

But when he walked to the door, Cao Shujie's good mood was gone.

Meng Meng was sitting at the door wearing a pink down jacket, leaning against the corner of the wall, holding a piece of bread in her hand and nibbling on it.

There were still a few black marks on the originally white little face, but I don't know where to smear the dust.

Seeing her father standing in front of her to block her vision, Mengmeng was a little confused, she looked up at Cao Shujie: "Dad, what are you doing?" ”

"Mengmeng, what are you doing here?" Cao Shujie asked.

Meng Meng didn't speak.

When Cao Shujie saw this, he thought that something must be wrong with his daughter.

"It's so cold outside, won't your mother look for you?" Cao Shujie was even more puzzled.

was about to shout two voices inside and call his daughter-in-law over, but who knew that Meng Meng would say: "It's my mother who kicked me out." ”

"Your mother kicked you out? You're sitting on the ground at the door? ”

"Hurry up!"

Cao Shujie can't understand, what is his daughter doing again?

"I didn't do anything, grandma made dumplings, I just played with dough, I took a few more dough to fold the plane, my mother was angry, her face was black, so she kicked me out and asked me to stand at the door." Meng Meng said.

Cao Shujie was speechless after hearing this.

Co-authored or Meng Meng made it herself.

"Mengmeng, can't you be honest for a while?" Cao Shujie asked her.

Mengmeng was still sitting on the ground, looking up at her father with squinted eyes: "I'm honest, it's my mother who wronged me." ”

Seeing his daughter's stubbornness, Cao Shujie didn't bother to say: "Hurry up, the new down jacket your mother just bought for you has made you dirty." ”

"It's dirty, it's dirty, mom wash it for me." Meng Meng glanced at Cao Shujie again.

"Even if Mom won't wash me, Dad, you'll wash me, right?"

Cao Shujie pondered, don't look at Mengmeng's young age, but he took him to death.

"Hurry up, or your mother will come and beat you up again." Cao Shujie has a headache.

Why is his daughter so skinny?

Meng Meng smiled, and handed the half-eaten bread in his hand to his father: "Dad, give it to you." ”

Cao Shujie looked at the two black marks like soot on the bread, and thought to himself that his daughter was really dirty, how could she eat it if she smeared all the soil on the bread.

"Dad, you take it, or I won't be able to get up." Meng Meng shouted loudly.

Cao Shujie had no choice, so he quickly reached out to take the bread, and stretched out his other hand to pull his daughter up.

Who knew that Meng Meng was quite neat, as soon as she turned over, her hands were propped on the ground, and her waist arched up and she stood up.

But in the process, the down jacket on her body hung on the edge of a small stone that was not very prominent at the back.

"Snort"

The sound of the fabric of the down jacket tearing.

When Cao Shujie heard the voice, his whole person was not good.

Meng Meng was also stunned when she heard this voice, and she looked back at the down down that floated out of her down jacket.

"Uh, Dad...... What to do? Meng Meng is also aware of the seriousness of the problem.

I also wanted to ask my father to show her the way.

Cao Shujie just wanted to give her a move, but the moment she raised her head, she swallowed the words that caught her mouth again.

"Wife, what are you doing on such a cold day?" Cao Shujie shouted inside the gate.

Meng Meng looked inside, and her mother came out.

"Oh my god...... Mom, how did you get out? Mengmeng also subconsciously turned around, with her hands behind her back to block the torn down jacket fabric.

But a puddle of down on the ground couldn't cover it.

Cheng Xiaolin's brows furrowed, there had never been such a moment, she really wanted to kick it without hesitation.

"Moe ......"

Cheng Xiaolin suppressed her anger, for fear that she would not be able to control it and slap her, and Mengmeng would have a bloody disaster today.

"Mom, I didn't mean to."

Speaking of this, Mengmeng remembered something, she looked at her father and said, "Dad, tell your mother quickly, you just called me up, and I was in a hurry." ”

Cao Shujie rolled his eyes, what does this mean, girl?

Is this trying to pull him into the water?

It's still his responsibility to wear a down jacket that rots.

"I didn't see anything." Cao Shujie turned around and walked home.

Meng Meng didn't do it, she didn't protect her back anymore, and when she saw her father walking home, she directly went up and hugged her father's legs, saying that she wouldn't let go of anything.

Cheng Xiaolin was very helpless, Meng Meng sat on the ground, and her eyes were not blind with that butt of soil.

Thinking of Meng Meng making trouble in the house just now, throwing them on the ground to play with the dumpling wrappers they had rolled out, and whimsically stacking airplanes.

It's not that she threw one, Cheng Xiaolin had an angry headache.

What an honest person she was when she was a child, how could she give birth to a child who looked like a bear.

"Could it be that Shujie was so skinny when he was a child?" Cheng Xiaolin was puzzled.

She thought about finding the time to ask her mother-in-law.

But she forgot that when she saw her daughter being bullied at the door of the Tiantian supermarket in Pingyuan County, she picked up the bricks directly from the ground and rushed up, trying to find the other party desperately!

Her momentum that whoever kills her daughter will be killed, I'm afraid that the father of another child is also living in fear now, right?

Mengmeng was still sitting at Cao Shujie's feet, tearing up her voice and shouting: "Dad, you can't leave me alone, if you leave, your mother will beat me, you carry me on your back." ”

"I'm carrying you on my back, what if your mother beats me?" Cao Shujie asked her.

Who knew that Meng Meng blurted out a sentence: "If you beat you, you will beat her, and you will also beat her, I will shout cheers for you!" ”

When I got home, I didn't eat, I closed myself on the balcony and held it for an hour, and I saw my daughter patting on the balcony glass door and asking me to play with her, and I didn't accompany her to lie on the ground and roll, I knew how to write.

In addition, I feel that I have made a commitment, and if I can't write Chapter 3, I don't talk about professional ethics (T_T)

Writing was my hobby at first, and then it became a profession with a manuscript fee, but in essence, it is still a kind of entertainment interest of mine.

I tell my peers that writing is my entertainment

I like to write about the stories in my life, the ideal life I want, and I thank my friends for their continued support.

(End of chapter)