After graduating from technical school, Zhong Hongchao came to the construction site in Tiecheng.
To be fair, his excavator skills are quite good.
At the very least, there were minor mistakes, but very few major ones.
Even after the work is completed, if the technician comes to inspect and finds any defects, only minor modifications are needed.
Zhong Hongchao's diligence was recognized by his superiors.
Director Qing did not have high expectations for these new drivers.
After all, he was just a greenhorn who came out of a vocational school.
Technical skills are certainly no match for those of veterans.
I don't expect them to be particularly skilled, as long as they can get started and work independently, that's fine.
It's okay if the work isn't done well; let an experienced person handle it afterwards.
result.
The performance of these trainees exceeded Director Qing's expectations.
The work hardly requires any manual intervention; a few simple instructions are all it takes to complete the task.
"Not bad at all." Director Qing took a walk around the construction site and was quite satisfied with the driver.
This was payday.
Zhong Hongchao received over a thousand yuan!
This made Zhong Hongchao extremely happy; he would break even in the next month!
Moreover, excavator drivers don't get too tired.
I leave work on time every day, much like people in government agencies.
Even when I work overtime, it ends quickly.
If it rains, then you're just making money for nothing.
Zhong Hongchao is truly grateful for the changes that the technical school brought him.
It's true that men fear choosing the wrong career, and women fear marrying the wrong man.
This time, he entered the right industry.
Today is also a holiday, and Zhong Hongchao decided to return to Jiangcheng to go home and see his parents.
Arriving in Jiangcheng, holding banknotes in my hand gives me energy and makes me feel refreshed.
I want to buy some things to take home, after all, this is the first time I've made a lot of money.
We absolutely have to start spending!
After wandering around for a while, I finally bought some household items at the market.
I passed by a pastry shop, and the aroma of wheat filled the air.
My stomach was rumbling loudly.
After thinking for a moment, he stepped inside.
As soon as I entered the house, wow!
Customers were queuing up inside, their eyes fixed on the food in the glass display case.
All kinds of cakes and breads, unlike anything I've ever seen before.
The cakes have novel designs.
The bread is filled with fruit, unlike the usual old-fashioned bread.
Zhong Hongchao stood at the back of the line and looked around. Why did these styles look so familiar?
After waiting in line, the waiter asked:
"Sir, what would you like? Cake or Hong Kong-style bread? Our bread is very delicious, with various fruit fillings. You can try it."
Zhong Hongchao looked at the bread and then suddenly realized what was going on.
Isn't this something that pastry students in vocational schools often mess around with?
To be honest, I ate this stuff every day while I was in vocational school.
I almost threw up.
However, after spending two months on the construction site, the food was really hard to swallow. Seeing this cake and stuff, I actually miss it a bit.
Zhong Hongchao was about to order some pastries.
A tall man behind him carried an iron tray and placed the baked bread into the glass cabinet.
"Huh? Zhong Hongchao?"
The man greeted him with a smile.
Zhong Hongchao looked up. "Wang Jun! Is this your shop?"
Wang Jun chuckled: "Well, I just graduated, and my family scraped together some money to open a small shop."
Zhong Hongchao looked at the line behind him and said, "This is quite a large line; it's very popular."
Wang Jun said, "It's alright, but the initial investment is relatively high. You have to prepare all kinds of ovens, unlike you guys, who can go out to work right after you finish learning, and you don't even need to buy an excavator."
"I'd like to buy one, but it costs hundreds of thousands, I can't afford it."
Wang Jun laughed and said, "We can afford it; your salaries aren't low either."
"That can't compare to you, the boss. Anyway, I'll take some pastries home so as not to interfere with your business."
"No, no. Um, Xiao Cui, please tell him, we're in the same year, give him a free meal."
Zhong Hongchao waved his hand in a panic: "No, no. How can I take it for free? No, I have to pay."
"Forget it," Wang Jun said. "If my family needs an excavator in the future, you can come and help out. That's all, I'm going now."
In the end, Zhong Hongchao couldn't resist and the meal was waived.
We left the pastry shop.
Zhong Hongchao was momentarily dazed; his classmate, whom he had only known for three months, had suddenly gotten his meal for free.
Even elementary school classmates aren't this polite.
Zhong Hongchao scratched his head: "That was really unexpected."
Carrying large and small bags, Zhong Hongchao hailed a rickshaw and drove towards the outskirts of the city.
The driver was very talkative: "Brother, just got back from out of town?"
"It's not exactly out of town, I came back from Tiecheng."
The driver responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "What are you doing in Tiecheng?"
"A similar profession to yours."
"Oh!" The driver was taken aback: "So you always drive a tuk-tuk back? Now you'll have to pay for a taxi."
Zhong Hongchao was both amused and exasperated: "My car... is very slow, not much faster than walking."
The driver asked, "What's wrong? Is it broken? Is it a Qimingxing tuk-tuk? You can have them fix it for you."
Zhong Hongchao grunted, "It really is the Morning Star."
"Then what are you waiting for? Just go there. Their service is excellent. Once you get to their factory, you don't have to worry about anything. Just sit in the reception room and have some tea, and they'll fix it for you in no time."
The driver continued, "Of course, you can find a repair shop in another city. This thing isn't too complicated; it's a money-making machine, so you'll need to maintain it."
Zhong Hongchao never expected that this driver could be so talkative.
He said, "I drive an excavator."
"Brother!" the driver exclaimed in surprise, "You're way more high-class than me."
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