Lao Mou felt this was outrageous; how could the lab provide meals 24 hours a day? This was simply absurd.

Upon arriving at the laboratory building, we couldn't even get through the door; access here is by card.

After pushing the door several times, the security guard saw me and said that I was an outsider without a card.

Old Mou was driven away, and no matter how he explained, he was an employee of the rice factory, so it was all in vain.

They didn't get to eat rice, so they went back to Factory Director Li and recounted their ordeal.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? The rice lab doesn't belong to the rice factory. It's for researchers, and when they get busy, they often forget to eat. So Xiao Xing implemented a more humane management system there, where they can not only take a break, but also shower and wash up, and have a hot meal anytime."

How can I get in?

"Shall we go in for a meal?"

"No, let's go inside and take a look!"

"Then you can't come to the rice factory, but to the rice technology lab. These are two different departments. If you stay with me, you belong to the rice factory. Come on, I'll take you to see how to tighten screws."

Later, Lao Mou learned that the rice factory canteen served its own food, and although there were nutritional supplements, meals still cost money.

The lab provides free meals, and the food is quite good. Both Chinese and Western dishes are available, along with red wine and beer, though in limited quantities.

Lao Mou complained to Lao Li that it was wrong for Xing Baohua to promote class consciousness in a factory, as it would make ordinary employees feel unbalanced.

Factory Director Li retorted, "What's unbalanced? At the DaMi Electronics Factory, the vast majority of workers have at most a high school diploma, and most have only a vocational school diploma. Meanwhile, the lab staff have at least a university degree, and the highest is a doctorate. Who told those who tighten screws not to study hard? Despite this, the employees at the DaMi Electronics Factory don't complain. What's there to complain about?"

In the first few years, college graduates were assigned to work units at the reserve cadre level, corresponding to a salary level of 22. They were given priority in housing allocation; how could the lower-level workers dare to complain?

These words left Lao Mu speechless.

Suddenly he realized that if Xing Baohua offered him 10,000 yuan a day for his internship, would he be arranged to intern at the rice laboratory?

No, I'll have to talk to that kid later and lower the price a bit. His money doesn't grow on trees.

Ten thousand a day, that's three million a month, and three hundred million a year.

This is ridiculous! No wonder they made him sign a confidentiality agreement! They kept talking about having to pay hundreds of millions in tuition fees, and it turns out they wanted him to pay those fees!

No, I have to find this conman. I may not be highly educated, but I can't just fool an old man like that!