When Wang Juan's family of three and Aunt Ding and the others came back, they saw Zhao Qiang sitting in the yard stupidly.
It was late November in Beijing and the weather was a bit cool, especially after the sun went down, the temperature dropped rapidly. Zhao Qiang was still sitting in the yard. What was he doing?
"Thinking about people?"
Zhao Lei had no idea, "Maybe he felt wronged. He felt wronged, so why did he break his bones again?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that Zhao Qiang's job has been transferred to logistics work, sweeping the streets. He will start working next month."
"Sweep the roads in the factory area?" Zhao Tiezhu had mentioned it before, and Wang Juan thought it was a new arrangement for Zhao Qiang to go to work after he recovered from his injury.
In the end, I didn't expect that the machinery factory would be so anxious. "Are they rushing too much?"
"He hasn't been to work since July." Zhao Lei could understand the workshop director's feelings.
"Working in the workshop is a bit hard, but sweeping the streets is much easier." Zhao Lei paused, "If he still doesn't want to go, then let him sweep the toilet directly."
Compared to sweeping the streets, sweeping the toilets is the most difficult job.
Cleaning the toilet? Oh my god, Wang Juan is now sure which leaders in the factory really don’t want to endure it anymore, “Just for this.”
"What else can I do?"
"He used to be very proud of it, saying that he was a level 4 graduate and that he had face in front of his old classmates." Zhao Qiang grew up here. Many of his childhood friends and classmates lived nearby. He was considered one of the better students in elementary school.
Wang Juan understood immediately, "I was a technician before, but now I'm a cleaner."
Zhao Qiang was in a bad mood the whole afternoon. He really didn't expect that the leaders were so petty.
He didn't want to sweep the streets, let alone clean the toilets. If possible, he wanted to stay in the workshop.
But the workshop director didn't need him for various reasons. Zhao Qiang thought for a long time and if there was anyone who could help him, besides Zhao Tiezhu, the only one was Zhao Lei.
The former could have helped with the conversation and would have been stopped long ago. As for the latter, although he is not from the machinery factory, he knows a lot of people there and if he can find some connections, he will definitely be able to rescue him.
The moment he saw Zhao Lei, Zhao Qiang was moved. In order to arouse the rare sympathy of the third brother, he stood in the yard for a long time, making him look as pitiful as possible.
Just when he almost couldn't hold on any longer, Zhao Lei appeared and burst into tears, "Old Third, Old Third, you must help me, your big brother, this time."
"If even you can't help, I, your brother, really have no way out." Zhao Qiang cried with grievance, sniffing his nose as he spoke, with snot dripping down his face.
"Why don't you have a way to survive? Who bullied you?" Zhao Lei looked surprised.
"Well, well, my mom said that the factory wanted me to work in logistics, sweeping the roads in the factory area, and asked me to start working next month."
"Lao San, you know your brother. I wouldn't say I'm promising, but at least I'm a level 4 graduate. How could I go and sweep the streets? Don't you think I have no face?" The more Zhao Qiang thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and he burst into tears.
Zhao Lei looked at Zhao Qiang who was crying loudly, and he was really helpless. He looked at Feng Caixia who had come back, "Dad, Feng Caixia, you guys, you guys, hurry up and comfort Zhao Qiang."
"He said the factory asked him to sweep the streets in the factory area, but he felt it was humiliating. He said he was at least a Level 4 student, so how could he do that?"
Zhao Lei did not help him hide his thoughts and told him everything that Zhao Qiang had just cried about.
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