Sister, you miss me

"Brother, it's really hot, let's go in." Qin Xue said with her hands covering the brim of her hat.

Yang Feng nodded, the sun was really hot, like roasting.For a short while, the naked skin was cracked by the sun.

"Zhang Meng, take things, let's go in."

"Ai."

Yang Feng and Qin Xue walked into the big iron gate of the fence one after another, but Zhang Meng came over behind the two young men.

"Brother, it hurts." The two said in unison.

Zhang Meng looked contemptuously: "The two little rascals, motionless, have you seen the fairy? The eyeballs have all fallen out, and the scorpions are all on the ground."

"Why!" The two subconsciously wiped the corners of their mouths, scratching their heads and laughing embarrassingly.

Zhang Meng shook his head and said, "If you like beautiful women, then study hard and work hard. Look at the chairman, you are not as old as you, so why do you start a company and get beautiful girls?"

"Right? Why?" The two young men were taught humbly. Zhang Meng has undoubtedly become a successful person in their minds.

"It depends on strength!" Zhang Meng clenched a fist.

"Strength? Doesn't it mean that he looks more handsome than us, and I didn't see the strength, maybe he is rich." The fatter young man disapproved.

"You know what a shit!" Zhang Meng slobbed his little brother's face, "He has no money, let me tell you, he is very good at fighting, and one person can easily knock down a dozen of them. Your brother, I am the defeated man, he still learns Ba, the national college entrance examination champion, do you dare to think about it?"

"Ah?" Although the two boys are from the countryside, they also know that Zhang Meng is well-deserved and a fierce man. It is quite scary to be able to knock him down. Such a person is actually the national college entrance examination champion. Isn't it both civil and military?The eyes of the two young people were hot: "Brother, he is our role model."

Zhang Meng nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, near Zhu Zhechi, have you noticed the changes in your brother now?"

"I found it." The two nodded like garlic.

"Like what?" Zhang Meng buttoned up all his shirt buttons to block the lush chest hair, and at the same time, he put on a pretentious pose.

"Successful white-collar workers." The two said in unison.

"Yes! Who is born as a white-collar worker? Destiny is in his own hands." To make his words more powerful, Zhang violently waved his fist.

"Brother Mengzi, we remembered." The two little brothers seemed to be charged with passion.

"Zhang Meng, hurry up, what are you doing?" Yang Feng shouted back.

"I'm coming."

Zhang Meng and the two young men quickly followed, and the two young men pushed the small cart on which dozens of plastic bags were placed.

"How many workers are in the class?" Yang Feng asked.

"Thirty in total."

Yang Feng glanced across the faces of the two young men, and asked casually: "They are..."

"Chairman, let me introduce you." Zhang Meng pointed to the two of them. "One of them is my cousin and the other is my cousin. The fat one is called Xiaopang and the thin one is called Monkey. Now they are my helpers."

Yang Feng said lightly: "A cousin, a cousin, Zhang Meng, you really do not avoid relatives."

Zhang Meng, Xiaopang, and Monkey stared at them, and Zhang Meng scratched his head: "What's the matter? Chairman, Mengzi is a rough person, uneducated, and can't understand."

When Yang Feng looked over, Xiaopang and Monkey also shook their heads into rattles.

"It's cronyism," Qin Xue explained crisply.

Obviously, this kind of explanation is still not easy to understand, and the three of them are still at a loss. As a last resort, Yang Feng smiled again and explained: "Don't just think about using your own people."

"No, no!" Zhang Meng finally understood, and he shook his head in fear and panic: "Brother Feng, although they are not knowledgeable, they are still useful."

"I just said that, don't take it to your heart."

"Ah..." Zhang Meng couldn't help but wiped his forehead.

"Go, call everyone over and rest for a while." Yang Feng urged.

Zhang Meng stared at the two younger brothers: "What are you still doing in a daze? Go call someone!"

Not long after, thirty workers gathered under the shed.

Yang Feng's first contact with his subordinates, these people are old and young, and they wear a variety of clothes. Some wear summer hats, some wear hard hats, and some wear baseball caps. They are villagers nearby.

While Yang Feng was observing these workers, their eyes were mostly on Qin Xue, who was like a fairy.

Zhang Meng said with a black face: "Old and young men, I will introduce to everyone, this is our chairman and this is the secretary of the chairman. Welcome everyone."

The villagers laughed at each other, a young man with no hair growing up, piercing a fence, making a battlefield, and embarrassed to call himself chairman.

The applause was sparse.

Zhang Meng's face was a little uncontrollable, and he said unhappily: "The chairman came to condolences you under the big sun. Do you have this attitude?"

"How to condole? Take your mouth to condolences?"

"Yes, do you send more money?"

"Buy some popsicles for everyone."

Seeing a bunch of mud legs chattering, Zhang Meng stopped doing it: "You people, you really don't know what to do! Chairman he..."

"Mengzi." Yang Feng raised his hand to stop Zhang Meng and went on. He stepped forward and said: "Everyone, old and young, you have worked hard. It is such a hot day. You are still working in the battlefield, although you are all for living. , In order to make more money, but, as a company director, I still want to thank you."

As he said, Yang Feng bowed.

Seeing everyone finally paying attention, Yang Feng continued: "You may think that I am young, but I am unambiguous in doing things. Today I brought the condolences to everyone. Everyone has a share, which is to remind everyone to work in the heat. Live, you must pay attention to your body."

"Consolation, something." The workers stood on tiptoes and craned their necks.

"Look, as soon as I heard of the condolences, all of your eyes stared like copper bells." Zhang Meng ridiculed, and brought the small cart over with his two younger brothers.

Dozens of eyes looked at the shopping bag on the small cart.

Zhang Meng said: "Everyone has a share, line up in a line, no crowded, unruly, confiscated things."

This threat is still useful. Thirty people lined up in a neat line. Zhang Meng hooked and the team came over.

Then one person and one bag were sorted in advance.

The discussion started immediately after receiving the gift.

"Two catties of sugar, one catty of rock sugar, one bag of chrysanthemum tea, one bag of green tea... not bad."

"Longhurendan, um, let me see, it turns out this thing is anti-heatstroke."

"Huoxiang Zhengqi Dropping Pills, this is good, it can also prevent heat stroke. The county pharmacy sells a box for 30 yuan."

"So this bag is worth fifty-six yuan!"

"Cut--it's not that the wool is on the sheep."

This was the only discordant voice, so everyone looked over, including Yang Feng, Qin Xue, Zhang Meng and others.

The man who was speaking was a young man who was not tall, he was a little over 1.6 meters tall, he was slightly fat, his round face was bumpy, and he was wearing a pair of half-rimmed glasses.

It felt like everyone was watching, and he immediately became a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Meng glared at him and was about to go up to cut him, but Yang Feng grabbed him.

A middle-aged man with a rickety waist walked over and pointed at the young man and asked: "Zhang Fuyang, everyone is a fool, are you smart?"

"Uncle, I..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Don’t call my uncle. You have worked so hard to confess that you are such a pheasant college graduate. You are a 30-year-old man. You can’t do anything. You don’t think about yourself. You should also be considerate of your mother!"

"Uncle, stop talking." Zhang Fuyang flushed.

"I want to say." The middle-aged man shook his head: "Today I want you to see your problem clearly. Why can't you do any job for six years after graduation? You are too dirty or tired, or you have Overtime work, either because there is no legal leave, or the salary is low, or there is no future, in short, there is no one suitable for you."

Zhang Fuyang was looking for a seam to get in, but his uncle became more and more vigorous: "It's all about other companies. How do those companies survive? Are those jobs nobody doing? You didn't reflect on yourself. I didn’t ask your own question? The boss is easy, and the salary is still high. What can you do? Are you the one?"

"Uncle, I beg you, don't tell me." Zhang Fuyang squatted on the ground holding his head.

"The last sentence." The middle-aged man raised his index finger: "Your problem is obvious, because there is no sense of gratitude. People say that you are always grateful and contented. We are doing odd jobs and we have no contract with the company. Condolences to our obligation, now the chairman of the board of directors is facing the big sun, is honorable, and gives benefits to everyone. Everyone knows that you are grateful. If you have a crooked mouth, you will talk coldly. What are you!"

"Uncle, didn't you say the last sentence! I really know I was wrong."

"No, you don't remember to eat, but today I am going to teach you Zhang Dequan on behalf of the dead brother. I want to break it up for you. I will tell you clearly. If this continues, you will be useless! "

Seeing that Zhang Dequan got more and more excited as he spoke, he didn't know how long he had to say, Zhang Meng wanted to stop, but saw Yang Feng shook his head slightly.

Zhang Dequan leaned on his waist and arched his body and said, "Your dad died early, your mother had tuberculosis, and I have kidney disease. In order for you to go to college, I didn't even cure my own disease. How are you now? You are just like a bird. , I really regret that your sister has such good grades and was admitted to the university, but she has no money to study. I am so sorry to my daughter!"

At this point, Zhang Dequan’s lips trembled, his eyes were wet, he sucked his nose, and turned to look at Zhang Meng: "What can my body do? If it wasn't for Manager Zhang to let me do things, I..."

"Old Zhang, stop talking." Zhang scratched his head fiercely, still a little embarrassed.

"Don't say it, don't say it, I got the things, everyone, let's go work." Zhang Dequan wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands.

"Wait." Yang Feng took a few steps forward and said: "It seems that I have come on the right trip, and it was a bit late."

This time, Yang Feng was the focus of dozens of pairs of eyes.