Chapter 187
Hearing Lei Tingjun say that, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
However, Brother Lei also said that there is no shortage of people at the moment. When there is a shortage of people in the future, Brother Lei will definitely agree to let these brothers join the transport team.
The guys at the next table all gathered around, clamoring and toasting Lei Tingjun.
Lei Tingjun hadn't planned to stay in Pingquan County tonight, but if he drank alcohol, he wouldn't be able to drive.
Don't drink and drive.
These were the rules he set for his own transport team, and he strictly followed them himself.
Zhou Peng and Sun Xiaojun kept urging Lei Tingjun to stay for the night.
They also said that they had kept his bed in their four-person dormitory room, just waiting for him to come back and stay there.
Lei Tingjun no longer intends to return to the Eastern Factory. As for the factory's employee dormitory, given his current status, it would be inappropriate for him to go back and live there.
If you're going to challenge your future father-in-law's bottom line, just doing one thing is enough.
If he does a few more things, it will be even more difficult for him to be with Ji Wanmei in the future.
Lei Tingjun said, "I can drink the toasts you offer me, but I won't be going back to the factory later. I'll stay at A-Qiang's place for the night. The transport team has something to do tomorrow, so I have to go back early in the morning."
Lei Tingjun is principled and keeps his word.
Once he's made up his mind, there's no point in trying to persuade him otherwise.
Old Chen, who runs a Sichuan restaurant, was also very happy. Lei Tingjun would bring him a lot of business every time, and he was never hesitant to take orders or pay the bill.
These four or five tables of people have basically filled all the tables in the restaurant.
While they were drinking and eating, Old Chen also took off his apron and sat aside with a smile, listening to them chat.
When Lao Chen heard that Lei Tingjun was now working as a transport team on a construction project in Pingdong City, he remembered a fellow villager telling him that he was also working for a big boss on a construction site, cooking and selling meals to the workers, and making a good living.
It's more profitable than running a restaurant like he does.
Construction site communal meals, as the name suggests, involve cooking several dishes in a large pot, packing them into buckets, and pushing them to the construction site to sell to the workers. For example, a single serving costs 50 cents, with a fixed amount of vegetables and unlimited rice.
Although workers do hard labor and expend a lot of physical energy, they also have a large appetite.
Rice dishes are generally not profitable; at most, you make a little money from the side dishes.
But the sheer volume of people was overwhelming.
A construction site typically employs at least several hundred workers.
With 500 workers, each earning five cents, a single meal from the communal pot could earn them twenty-five dollars.
Excluding breakfast, lunch and dinner alone cost at least fifty yuan a day. If you calculate it, wouldn't that be fifteen thousand a month?
Just like the canteens in schools and factories.
Even if the food is sold at a lower price for a few thousand people, the base number is large enough that three thousand boxed meals can still make a profit.
People like Lao Chen, who run Sichuan restaurants near the factory, can only afford to eat the leftover soup from the canteens.
The lion's share of the profits goes to the owners of the canteens.
Therefore, to get the business of providing meals in the canteens of schools, factories, and construction sites, one must have some connection with the people in charge of decision-making.
Looking at Lei Tingjun's old friends and brothers from the factory, they all wanted to follow Lei Tingjun.
Old Chen also wanted to ask Lei Tingjun if their transport team needed someone to cook meals on the construction site.
However, seeing that they were drinking enthusiastically, Old Chen didn't find a chance to speak.
After finishing his meal, Lei Tingjun said goodbye to Zhou Peng and Sun Xiaojun, then took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Peng.
He said, "When I left, my brothers all chipped in money. I said that this money is a loan from everyone. You take it, and whoever chipped in at the time, you should pay me back double. The rest can be used to treat everyone to a drink."
Indeed, Lei Tingjun only had two or three hundred yuan on him when he left the factory.
It was his good buddies and the group of brothers who followed him who pooled together a few dozen yuan each, giving him several hundred yuan.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the money to rent a truck when he went north to Pingdong.
Lei Tingjun knows how to be grateful, and he understands even more the meaning of a small act of kindness.
He is indeed making money now, but the transport team is just starting out, and it is not appropriate to just stuff people into the transport team without any rules.
Lei Tingjun's plan was that once he bought the brick factory and expanded his business, he would recruit a few of his former brothers who were willing to work for him.
Of course, first and foremost, you have to be able to endure the hardship yourself.
Zhou Peng said, "Brother Lei, that's just a small token of our appreciation. You're being so polite with us. We never expected you to repay us."
Lei Tingjun patted him on the shoulder: "Give it to the brothers, there's plenty of time in the future."
After saying that, Lei Tingjun turned around and called Lao Xiao over to have a private talk with him.
From beginning to end, Lao Xiao never expressed to Lei Tingjun that he wanted to leave Dongfang Factory. He just quietly studied and prepared for the adult college entrance examination next spring.
As the two walked down the street, Lei Tingjun asked him, "How's your preparation for the exam going?"
Old Xiao smiled shyly and said, "I'm still not very confident, but I've enrolled in a night school class. I'll make the most of the last six months and give it my all. I hope I can get into the school I want to apply to."
Lei Tingjun nodded: "What school and major do you want to apply for?"
“I want to study finance.” Old Xiao adjusted his glasses and said, “Based on my observations over the past two years, I have a feeling that our country’s economy has developed very rapidly, especially in the ten years since the reform and opening up, and trade cooperation with foreign countries has also increased. Finance will definitely be a highly sought-after field of talent in the next ten years.”
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