"Brother Lei, this is all the savings I have. You're going to the city, and you'll definitely need money for something. Take this money. Consider it a small token of my appreciation."
Seeing this, Sun Xiaojun and Zhou Peng quickly searched their pockets and took out several tens of yuan each.
"Brother Lei, this is just a small token of our appreciation."
Lei Tingjun looked at his three brothers, each holding a handful of money, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Take it back. I don't need that little bit of money."
Old Xiao's attitude was firm: "Brother Lei, you have to accept this money no matter what. Otherwise, we'll go and make a scene with Factory Director Ji again, saying we'll keep you here."
Sun Xiaojun also said, "Brother Lei, please accept it."
Zhou Peng walked over and stuffed the money the three of them had pooled together into the inner pocket of Lei Tingjun's duffel bag. "Brother Lei, this money may not be much, but it's a small token of our appreciation from the brothers."
Lei Tingjun's throat moved, and he turned his head: "Okay, consider it as me borrowing it from my brothers."
Just then, someone knocked on the dormitory door.
Zhou Peng went to open the door and saw a guy from the next dormitory.
When the man came over and saw that Lei Tingjun was already packing his luggage, he said, "Brother Lei, the brothers all know that you are leaving the factory. We've chipped in some money to throw you a farewell dinner tonight."
A group of seven or eight people surrounded him from behind: "Boss Lei, we'll see you off together."
Lei Tingjun looked at the brothers who usually called him sworn brothers, and suddenly smiled at their sincere faces.
Lei Tingjun's three years at the Oriental Factory weren't wasted.
At least, he still has a group of brothers who are truly loyal to him.
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