Chapter 195 First Arrival in Hong Kong Island
When Li Ye and Jin Peng met up with Hao Jian in Pengcheng, that guy took the train from Xiaocheng to the south by himself.
When he went home, he didn't feel tired even though he was holding a breath in his heart. But after he let out that breath, Hao Jian was full of resistance to driving back to Pengcheng again.
Given the road conditions in the 1980s, driving more than a thousand kilometers by oneself was not an easy task.
So he left his wife, children, and the Radavani in Xiaocheng, telegraphed the driver of Pengcheng Factory No. 7 to go north to pick them up, and ran away alone by train.
When Hao Jian arrived at Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, Jin Peng saw the happy look on his face and immediately realized that Li Ye had guessed right again.
So he said with a slightly mischievous tone: "Old Hao, how can you leave this money-losing girl in Xiaocheng? Don't let anyone bully her."
"What kind of money-losing stuff?"
Hao Jian shook his head and said, "You don't know how lovable my daughter is. She is loved by everyone. The aunts, uncles, sisters and brothers love her so much that they hold her and won't let her leave. So I reluctantly let her stay in Xiaocheng for a few more days!"
"Oh yo~"
Jin Peng said in a strange voice: "I thought that when you returned home, you would definitely have to confront your father! I have heard you say no less than ten times that you must make your father realize his mistake."
Hao Jian shook his neck and said proudly, "How can a man make mistakes? But I got him drunk three times and he didn't dare to scold me. You can figure it out yourself!"
“Puff~”
“Hahahahaha~”
"Yes, yes, yes. When you have nothing to do next time, go home and have a drink with your father. Make sure he understands his mistake."
Jin Peng and Li Ye both laughed out loud, expressing their contempt for Hao Jian's stubborn attitude, but also congratulating them on the harmonious situation between father and son.
How can a grudge between a father and his son last overnight?
After Hao Jian met up with Li Ye, he met the ten retired soldiers brought by Jiang Hong.
According to Li Zhongfa's arrangement, half of these ten people will stay with Hao Jian to prevent possible dangers in Sanshui.
Hao Jian was flattered and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaoye, you have two of the three things: driver, bodyguard, and female secretary. Am I working towards becoming a capitalist?"
Li Ye smiled faintly and said, "There are differences between capitalists and capitalists. As long as you don't forget your conscience in the future, it doesn't matter whether you are a capitalist or not."
"What you said is true. No matter what I, Hao Jian, lose, I will never lose my conscience."
After hearing Li Ye's warning, Hao Jian immediately expressed his dissatisfaction, because he felt that Li Ye was despising his character and morals.
Li Ye smiled and didn't argue with him. Which black-hearted capitalist wasn't a kind-hearted boy when he was young?
Li Ye called Jiang Hong over and said, "Uncle Hong, go tell those comrades that Pengcheng Seventh Factory needs workers now. If they are willing, each of them can introduce a relative to come and work. Let Hao Jian explain the details to them."
Jiang Hong nodded and went over to talk to the ten veterans.
But their reactions were somewhat beyond Li Ye's expectations.
"Uncle Jiang, the weather here is hot and stuffy. I'm afraid my sister can't stand it. I've suffered enough from the hot weather in the southern battlefield in the past few years. Women can't stand it even more."
"Brother Jiang, I do trust you, but I only have two girls of the right age. I don't feel comfortable letting them travel four thousand miles to work here."
"We just need to send money home every month. Why would we ask a woman to come out and do this?"
In fact, these veterans still have a strong sense of "male chauvinism". They believe that it is enough for men to work hard outside, and it is inappropriate to let a woman cross half of the country to come here to work.
However, Hao Jian was very experienced and walked over and said a few words.
"The wages of frontline workers at our Pengcheng Seventh Factory are guaranteed and piece-rate, and are basically no less than 80 yuan per month. Normally, they fluctuate between 120 and 200 yuan, and some workers with particularly good skills can earn more than 200 yuan."
“.”
"Director Hao, can a person only recommend one relative to work here? I have two daughters. Look, we are both from Qingshui, can you make some concessions?"
"Director Hao, I only have one sister. When can she come to work?"
"Director Hao, can it only be a relative? I have a female classmate who is quite suitable."
“.”
Seeing Hao Jian being surrounded suddenly, Jiang Hong couldn't help but whisper to Li Ye: "Xiao Ye, this salary is too high, will it violate discipline?"
Li Ye shook his head slowly and said, "Pengcheng will soon have higher wages. If you put in effort, you will get something in return.
From now on, the salary of the people you lead, Uncle Hong, will not be lower than this amount. You can tell them to earn a living based on their own abilities and earn money steadily without worrying. "
The first person to try something new always takes huge risks.
But in 1983, Pengcheng created the epoch-making "Pengcheng Speed". Those front-line workers who worked on a floor every three days could even get a monthly salary of 600 yuan, more than three times that of on-site engineers.
Therefore, the salary model that Li Ye asked Hao Jian to implement was not original, and it would not cause him to get his hands pinched or his mouth bitten by crabs.
Jiang Hong looked at the veterans he brought with him and nodded silently.
After retiring from the army, they all spent their days at home, facing the loess and back to the sky. Even if they didn't use their skills, they would slowly be wasted. Now that they have a place to use their skills, it's time for them to realize their value.
The next day, when Jiang Hong sent Li Ye and the other two to Luohu Port, the intensity of the security made people around them look sideways, thinking that this was a group of some high-level people coming to inspect.
In the early 1980s, Luohu Port often experienced seasonal congestion.
Especially around the Spring Festival, many mainlanders who make a living in Hong Kong Island will bring a large number of "hot goods" back to their hometowns to visit relatives, and then rush back to Hong Kong Island to work after the Spring Festival.
Li Ye, Jin Peng and others crossed the border at this time, which happened to be the time when these people returned to Hong Kong Island. There was no end to the long line, so they could only move forward slowly, step by step.
Hao Jian's Cantonese is pretty good, and he's also good at communicating with people. He moved around and chatted with the people around him, and got to know some of the situation.
In that special era, each person was allowed to carry "10 meters of cloth, 3 kilograms of oil, and 36 items" through customs.
These things may not seem like much from the perspective of future generations, but they were very important "relief supplies" at that time. Some people even wore four or five layers of clothes in temperatures of 20 or 30 degrees, wrapping themselves up like pandas in order to bring more clothes.
From the attitude of the people around him when chatting with Hao Jian, it can be seen that they are also very proud to be able to make a living in Hong Kong Island, and they have a clear sense of superiority over mainlanders in their conversation.
It was because Li Ye and the other two were well-dressed, otherwise, with Hao Jian's Cantonese having some "flaws", people might not have even paid attention to him!
In the end, Li Ye and others queued up to pass the customs and it took them four full hours to reach the Hong Kong Island side.
Hao Jian and Jin Peng were obviously very excited. They smiled and said to Li Ye: "We are truly stepping out of the country, right?"
"Don't make this common sense mistake," Li Ye said seriously, "Hong Kong Island is an inseparable part of us. We are just moving from one province to another."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong. You college students love to quibble over words," Jin Peng said with a smile, "but if you keep dithering like this, we won't be able to catch the train."
After crossing the border at Luohu, if you want to reach the prosperous area of Hong Kong Island, you have to take the Luohu Line train. A group of people who have passed the border gate are crowded onto the train, which is no less crowded than the Spring Festival travel rush in the mainland.
Li Ye waved his hand and said, "We don't have to squeeze into the train, Pei Wencong will come to pick us up."
As they were talking, the three saw Pei Wencong and Amin rushing over from a distance.
Hao Jian and Jin Peng immediately straightened their backs and strictly followed Li Zhongfa's instructions, showing the tolerance that the people of a great country should have.
You should look straight ahead, be neither humble nor arrogant, be authoritative but not severe, and never give people the impression that you are unworldly.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Li, I've been waiting here since this morning, but I couldn't get any. I just went to have lunch."
Pei Wencong stretched out his hand from a distance and apologized to Li Ye repeatedly. Looking at the sweat on his forehead, he really seemed sincere.
Li Ye smiled and shook hands with him warmly, saying, "How can you be blamed for this? Communication between the two places is still too troublesome. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the British Hong Kong government."
“.”
Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, yes, we should all strengthen communication. I have also been paying attention to the current situation, but with the Prime Minister's tough style, it may take many years of hard work."
After listening to Pei Wencong's words, Li Ye still had some illusions about the power of Great Britain.
The Sino-British negotiations began in 1982, but the first round of talks had not yet been completed by the beginning of 1983.
Although the Iron Lady fell on the steps of the capital last September, the British Empire had just won the 1982 Falklands War, which covered up its decline.
Therefore, ordinary people like Pei Wencong cannot see that the wheel of history has begun to roll unstoppably.
(End of this chapter)
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