Luan Feng left half an hour early because she was angry, so when the two returned to the garment factory, the workers were still busy.
The red motorcycle was abandoned alone in the open space between the office and the message room.
Wan Feng came to the motorcycle and first checked the oil dipstick, which was fine. He then checked the spark plug, which was also fine.
I stepped on the accelerator twice, but the car just wouldn't start.
Now there is only one possibility.
I held the motorcycle and shook it twice, and then a very faint sound came from the fuel tank in front.
"How far did you ride it this morning?" Wan Feng turned his head and asked Luan Feng, who was bending over and watching with his hands on his thighs.
"It didn't run away. I put it here when I came."
"My ears are not good and I didn't hear clearly. Please say it again."
"No...I didn't run away!" This time, Luan Feng's face no longer had that calm expression.
"I'll ask the people at the factory. I think they can tell me what you did this morning."
"How did you know I rode it around this morning?"
Wan Feng looked at Luan Feng unhappily.
Luan Feng chuckled: "You are so smart, so amazing!"
"Stop flattering me and tell me where did you go with it?"
"I didn't go anywhere. I just rode it along the South Avenue for a while."
"Strolled around for a while? There's no gas in the tank and you tell me I only strolled around for a while?"
"Ah? It's out of oil. Will it be able to run again if I fill it up?"
"yes!"
"Yeah!" Luan Feng jumped up and was about to do some evasive moves in the air, but when she saw Wan Feng's expression, she quickly landed on the ground and acted like a lady.
Wan Feng wanted to laugh very much, but he had to hold it back.
You must not laugh at this time.
"Look, if you want to laugh, just laugh. It's just like holding in a fart, which is so uncomfortable."
It’s over. I can’t hold it in anymore.
When she came back yesterday, she filled the tank with gas. This small tank of gas was enough for two round trips from Wahou to Hongya County. She filled it up last night and used it up all this morning.
Wan Feng estimated that she had ridden this thing as far as the Warrior Commune this morning, and more than once, otherwise it would have been impossible for the oil to be burned out.
"Where is the oil?"
"At the entrance of Wohutun."
The entrance of Wohutun Village is about 150 meters away from the southern end of Xiaoshutun, and the distance from the brigade yard to the entrance of Wohutun is about 500 meters. The car ran out of gas at the entrance of Wohutun, so Luan Feng pushed it back here.
"You still have a bit of luck. If you run out of gas at the big ditch, you won't be able to push it back until the afternoon."
"Wow! You're just amazing, it's like you saw it."
Is this impressive? If you can't guess this, even pigs might look down on you.
If you don't get punished for three days, you'll fall off the roof and tear down the tiles. This saying must have been tailor-made for Luan Feng.
Wan Feng rode a female worker's bicycle back to the depression and poured a bottle of gasoline into his home.
This gasoline was pumped out from the fuel tank of the car that delivered his motorcycle when he came back yesterday. Wan Feng pumped a full bottle of it into a plastic jug.
He poured gasoline into the tank, stepped on it a few times, and the motorcycle suddenly caught fire.
Luan Feng yelled again.
Do you want to teach Luan Feng how to say "Ouyesi"? The female characters in Western movies love to say "Ouyesi".
It would be exciting to hear Luan Feng call everyone "Ouyesi".
Wan Feng laughed twice for no apparent reason.
The female workers in the garment factory gathered around the motorcycle to look at it curiously. Luan Feng even acted as a teacher and introduced them to the motorcycle driving techniques, which left Wan Feng speechless.
You are just a 20-something yourself and yet you still teach others.
"Director, I don't want salary or bonus this year. Can you just give me this thing at the end of the year?" A female worker laughed.
Luan Feng rolled her eyes. "Really? If you return all the wages you received after the Lunar New Year, I'll give you each a motorcycle at the end of the year."
This woman is actually not stupid at all, she is just too confused.
The garment factory made a profit of nearly one million last year and paid out a lot of bonuses at the end of the year.
There is no problem for the garment factory to make a profit of over one million this year. Luan Feng plans to give out 120,000 yuan in bonuses this year, plus the clothes given to everyone during the Chinese New Year. The garment factory now has more than 200 people, and each person can get a bonus of nearly 600 yuan. The average salary of workers this year is around 50 yuan, and the value of the bonus is far more than the price of a motorcycle. Bangchui would never do that.
"Or you don't have to return your salary after the new year. If you don't want your salary or bonus now, I will give you a motorcycle later."
There are still more than eight months until the end of the year, and Luan Feng calculated that it would be cost-effective for her to start now.
The female workers were not stupid. When they heard the factory agreed so readily, they immediately collectively rejected the female worker's proposal.
These women are no pushovers either. It's not easy for Luan Feng to intimidate them despite being younger than them.
The lunch in the garment factory canteen is rice and stewed tofu with cabbage.
Wan Feng required that the garment factory’s meals must include a staple food of fine grains once a week, and that there must be vegetables at noon and in the evening every day.
The food doesn’t have to be good, but it must be filling.
People who stay here are charged a symbolic 30 cents a day for food.
The girls work for you, so you can't treat them badly in terms of food. The minimum requirement is that the food is better than what they eat at home.
Wan Feng asked people to buy some of these fine grains. After the household contract responsibility system was implemented, he secretly bought some from farmers and then bought some negotiated grains to make up for it.
This was the first time he had eaten in the garment factory since it moved here, and he didn't expect it to be the only fine grain he had this week.
I'm really lucky.
The woman couldn't stop talking while eating, and she kept chattering, making the cafeteria noisy.
Wan Feng took a bowl of rice, put the dishes on the rice, mixed it up, and ran to the door to squat against the wall to eat.
The workers in the garment factory also knew that this young factory manager spoke without restraint, so they deliberately ran to his side to tease him.
After dinner, there were actually quite a few female workers around him. People who didn’t know him would think he was very lucky in love.
"Second Factory Manager, Master Erman said you sing really well, but we've never heard you sing before. Could you sing a few lines for us?"
"Yes, Master Lanzhi also said that your singing of a song called 'Don't Take Off Your Shoes' is very powerful. Most girls can't sing it, but you can."
It’s over. It seems that the song "Don’t Take Off Your Shoes" will become a family heirloom of the garment factory. Is it intended to be passed down from generation to generation?
"Why don't you all just go eat somewhere else? You can't even let me have a meal in peace. Why are you all surrounding me? I'm eating the same as you guys, nothing special."
Sing? What the hell? My mouth is busy eating. You want it to sing? Even if it wants to sing, I have to agree to it.
"Then sing after you eat. It's good for digestion."
Someone is trying to harm me. My stomach is full. If I roar, what should I do if my intestines, which are already round, burst?
"Since you like to listen to music, I'll hold a party for you at the end of the year and let those who can sing come up and sing."
"Second Factory Director, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's real. There are prizes for singing and dancing."
"Second Factory Director is wise!"
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