Chapter 65: Eighty Angry Bag (65) Praise You?

  "It's almost time to go to work now, it's not appropriate to go to Director Ma!" Qi Xiulan supported him with both hands and said, "Wait for the lunch break, let's go again during the lunch break, otherwise it will delay the work of Director Ma." He whispered again, "Even if you ask, you have to ask secretly!" Otherwise, it will disturb the morale of the army. ”

  Qi Xiulan looked at her silent wife, "Let's go home." ”

  "Go to the construction, go to the workshop to see, he is on the front line, he needs to know something." Mo Guangming thought about it and said.

  "Shall you go now?" Qi Xiulan said reluctantly.

  "Even you won't listen to me anymore." Mo Guangming blushed with anger and said with a rough neck.

  "Go, let's go, let's go!" Qi Xiulan had no choice but to say, "It's just that don't be angry." ”

  "I'm not angry, I'm not angry." Mo Guangming comforted himself like this.

  Qi Xiulan helped Mo Guangming to trot all the way to the workshop, there was no roar of the machine, but she saw her son playing cards, with notes all over his face.

  Mo Guangming was angry, picked up the steel pipe on the ground and smashed it towards Mo Jianjian.

  Mo Jianjian had a sturdy stick on his shoulder, and said violently, "Who dares to beat Lao Tzu." ”

  "Lao Tzu is the one who hits you." Mo Guangming said angrily.

  Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Jianshe looked back and saw that it was his father, and his face turned pale.

  Mo Jianshe quickly stood up and asked weakly, "Dad, Dad, why are you here." ”

  "Why did I come, I didn't come, I don't know, my good son, he comes to work every day, that's how he works." Mo Guangming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he picked up the hollow steel pipe and hit it.

  "Don't fight, don't fight." Mo Jianshe dodged the steel pipe from his father's return, "It hurts, it hurts, help!" ”

  Mo Guangming chased after Mo Jianshe with the steel pipe in his hand, and the steel pipe hit his body with a muffled snort, and the steel pipe was deformed.

  "Dad, don't fight, what should I do if it's broken?" Qi Xiulan hurriedly stepped forward to stop her wife.

  But where can Mo Guangming hear it, it's on the fire!

  The boys who accompanied the card game were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

  "Come back, stop me." The steel pipe in Mo Guangming's hand pointed at them who fled.

  "Master Mo." They stopped, turned around, hung their heads weakly, and did not dare to move.

  "What are you doing?" Mo Guangming looked at his son who was pulling the note off his face and said, "What time is it, what should you do?" ”

  "Dad, I was wrong, you spare me this time!" Mo Jianshe said pleadingly.

  "During working hours, you, as the workshop director, actually took the lead in playing cards." Mo Guangming picked up the steel pipe in his hand.

  "Dad, Dad!" Mo Jianshe cleverly hid behind Qi Xiulan.

  "Bunny, you come out for me." Mo Guangming trembled with anger, glared at Mo Jianjian, looked at his wife and said, "You get out of the way." ”

  "Comrade Mo Guangming, calm down." Qi Xiulan's clear eyes looked at her old wife and said.

  "How calm do you make me calm down, my son actually takes the lead in playing cards. Depending on the discipline of the factory, I don't beat him, I beat whom. Mo Guangming trembled with anger.

  "Since there is a factory discipline, then if you violate the factory discipline, it will naturally be handed over to the factory for punishment." Qi Xiulan looked at him with a straight face and said.

  "Yes, yes, Mom is right." Mo Jianshe tugged at the corners of his lips and grinned, his father's sword is not old, it really hurts!

  Violating factory discipline is at most a fine of money, which is really not a big deal.

  "This rabbit cub, how do you want to teach a lesson, I'll hand you a feather duster when I get home." Qi Xiulan stretched out her arms and stood in front of Mo Jianjian.

  "Ah...... Ga ......" The smile on Mo Jianjian's face hasn't fallen yet! And it was shattered.

  "In front of outsiders, I can save some face for my son, who is already in his thirties." Qi Xiulan looked at her old wife pleading and said.

  With that said, everyone else playing cards looked at their father and son.

  Mo Guangming angrily put down the raised steel pipe, "What's the matter with you?" Why don't you work hard at work and actually play cards. ”

"It's not that Master Mo wants to play cards, but that we're fine!"

  "That's right! If we don't play cards, what are we doing? If the factory had asked us to take on private work, we would have gone out earlier. ”

  Mo Guangming's anger suddenly rose again, "You still dare to blatantly take on private work." ”

  "What's wrong with taking on private work, the factory now only pays 70 percent of the salary."

  "You have a full salary when you retire, and your salary is still so high, where can we compare with you! There are old ones, and there are small ones, all with their mouths open, waiting for the rice to be put in the pot! ”

  "Look at the machines in this factory are only half open, we have nothing to do to play cards for a while."

  "I didn't play any money, I just lost the sticker note."

  Mo Guangming's face turned pale and pale when he heard this, "You guys are still reasonable." If the machine doesn't open, can't the machine be maintained? ”

  "This machine is like an old antique, it's not as good as other people's private machines!"

  "It's a baby bump in your eyes, and now you can sell scrap iron."

  "Nonsense!" Mo Guangming jumped to his feet angrily and said, "They are fine, there were so many things in the production department back then, supporting national construction." ”

  "Master Mo is a good man, and he doesn't mention the courage of the year."

  "The past is the past, and the present is the present."

  "You tightened your belt back then and did a revolution."

  "But now is not the era of dedication, now you have to have enough to eat!"

  "The newspapers have said that we should solve the problem of food and clothing first!"

  "The products you produce, no one wants, they are piled up in the warehouse. What to pay your salary. ”

  "You can't want the horses to run and not give them grass."

  "The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers!"

  "Is the quality of the products produced by private factories so guaranteed?" Mo Guangming looked at them with a gloomy face and said, "Do they have something to do with us?" ”

  "Master Mo, quality is secondary, and the most important thing is that it is cheap."

  "Whose things will last a lifetime!"

  "It's broken in three or two years, and I don't feel sorry if I throw it away."

  "If people focus on one price, we won't be able to beckon."

  "Master Mo, don't blame us for playing cards during work. This is a cat in the factory, and he didn't go out to cause trouble. ”

  "Yes, yes! I didn't steal chickens and dogs, I didn't steal the machines in the factory. ”

  "I didn't dig a corner of socialism."

  "The factory is strictly controlled, and no one dares. But you know that there are many factories outside, and the factory director took the lead in selling the country's assets, and sold them out. ”

  "You still want to cause trouble?" Mo Guangming suddenly raised his voice and said.

  "These used to be decent workers, but since the efficiency of the factory is not good, if you don't find your own way, it will be difficult to starve to death!"

  "Our factory will also go out to pick up some private work, the big guy can open his eyes and close his eyes."

  Ten more later

(End of chapter)