Quickly put on the daughter-in-law system

Chapter 65: Eighty-year-old doormat (65) Praising you?

"It's time to go to work now, so it's not appropriate to go to the director Ma!" Qi Xiulan supported him with both hands and said, "Let's go after the lunch break, or the work of the director Ma will be delayed." She added in a low voice, "Just asking, You should also ask secretly! Otherwise, you will disturb the morale of the army."

Qi Xiulan looked at her silent wife, "Let's go home."

"Go to Jianshe, go to the workshop. He is on the front line. He needs to know something." Mo Guangming thought for a while and said.

"Are you going now?" Qi Xiulan said reluctantly.

"Even you don't listen to me anymore." Mo Guangming blushed with anger and said roughly on his neck.

"Go, let's go, let's go!" Qi Xiulan could only say, "Just don't get angry, okay?"

"No, I'm not angry." Mo Guangming comforted himself.

Qi Xiulan supported Mo Guangming and trotted all the way to the workshop. There was no roar of machines, but she saw her son playing cards with notes plastered on his face.

Mo Guangming was so angry that he picked up the steel pipe on the ground and threw it at Mo Jianshe.

Mo Jianshe put a sap on his shoulder and said angrily, "Who dares to hit me?"

"I beat you." Mo Guangming said angrily.

Hearing a familiar voice, Mo Jianshe turned around and saw that it was his father, and his face turned pale.

Mo Jianshe quickly stood up and asked guiltily, "Dad, Dad, why are you here?"

"Why did I come? If I didn't come, I don't even know. My good son, he comes to work every day, and that's how he works." Mo Guangming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he swung the hollow steel pipe to beat him.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore." Mo Jianshe avoided the steel pipe that his father had returned, "It hurts like hell, it hurts like hell, help me!"

Mo Guangming chased and hit Mo Jianshe with the steel pipe in his hand. The steel pipe made a muffled thud when it hit his body, and the steel pipe was deformed.

"His dad, stop beating, what if it breaks?" Qi Xiulan hurriedly stepped forward to stop her wife.

But how could Mo Guangming hear it, it was on fire!

The young men who were playing cards with him were so frightened that they pissed themselves and fled in all directions.

"Come back, stop for me." Mo Guangming pointed the steel pipe in his hand and said to them who were fleeing.

"Master Mo." They stopped and turned around, hanging their heads with guilt and not daring to move.

"What are you doing?" Mo Guangming looked at his son who was pulling the note off his face and asked, "What time is it now, what should you do?"

"Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me this time!" Mo Jianshe said pleadingly.

"During working hours, you, as the workshop director, actually took the lead in playing cards." Mo Guangming swung the steel pipe in his hand.

"Dad, Dad!" Mo Jianshe cleverly hid behind Qi Xiulan.

"You bastard, come out here." Mo Guangming was so angry that he was shaking all over. He glared at Mo Jianshe and said to his wife, "Get out of the way."

"Comrade Mo Guangming, calm down." Qi Xiulan looked at her wife with clear eyes and said.

"How do you tell me to calm down? My son actually takes the lead in playing cards. I don't care about the factory discipline. If I don't beat him, whoever I beat." Mo Guangming trembled with anger.

"Since there are factory disciplines, if you violate the factory disciplines, you will naturally be punished by the factory." Qi Xiulan looked at him with a straight face and said.

"Yes, yes, mother is right." Mo Jianshe grinned lightly, pulling the corners of his lips and teeth, his father's sword is not old, it really hurts!

Violating factory discipline will only result in a small fine, but it's really not a big deal.

"This bastard, how do you want to teach him a lesson? I'll give you a feather duster when you get home." Qi Xiulan spread her arms and stood in front of Mo Jianshe to stop him.

"Ah... Ga..." The smile on Mo Jianshe's face has not yet faded!It just shattered.

"In front of outsiders, let's save some face for my son, who is already in his 30s." Qi Xiulan looked at her wife pleadingly and said.

Having said that, the rest of the poker players looked at the father and son.

Mo Guangming put down the steel pipe he raised angrily, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you work hard at work and play cards instead?"

"Master Mo, it's not that we want to play cards, but that we have nothing to do!"

"That's right! If we don't play cards, what are we doing? If the factory asked us to take on private jobs, we would have left early."

These words made Mo Guangming's anger rise again, "How dare you blatantly accept private work."

"What's wrong with taking private jobs, the factory only pays 70.00% of the wages now."

"You get full salary after retirement, and the salary is still so high, how can we compare with you! There are old people on the top, and young people on the bottom. They all open their mouths, waiting for the rice to cook!"

"Look, the machines in this factory are only half-operated. Why don't we just play cards for a while?"

"It's not like I was cheating with money, I just got a sticker when I lost."

Mo Guangming's face turned pale when he heard this, "You are still reasonable. If the machine is not running, can't it be maintained?"

"This machine looks like an antique, not as good as someone else's personal machine!"

"It's just a baby bump in your eyes, and now you can sell scrap iron."

"Nonsense!" Mo Guangming jumped to his feet in anger, "They are still fine. They produced so many things back then to support national construction."

"Master Mo is a good man and doesn't mention his bravery back then."

"The past is the past, the present is the present."

"When you tightened your belt, you wanted to make a revolution."

"But now is not the time to pay attention to dedication, now you have to feed people!"

"It's been said in the newspapers, food and clothing must be settled first!"

"No one wants the products you produce, and they are all piled up in the warehouse. How do you get paid?"

"You can't let the horse run away without giving it grass to eat."

"The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers!"

"Is the quality of the products produced by private factories so guaranteed?" Mo Guangming looked at them with a gloomy face and said, "Do they have our products to use?"

"Master Mo, the quality comes second, and the most important thing is that it's cheap."

“Whose stuff lasts a lifetime!”

"It's broken in three or two years, so I don't feel bad about throwing it away."

"If they set a price, we won't be able to do anything."

"Master Mo, don't blame us for playing cards while we were at work. After all, we stayed in the factory and didn't go out to cause trouble."

"That's right! No stealing, no stealing and selling the machines in the factory."

"Didn't poach the corner of socialism."

"The management in the factory is so strict that no one dares to do it. But as you know, there are many factories outside. The factory director took the lead in selling the country's assets and disbanded after the sale."

"You still want to cause trouble?" Mo Guangming suddenly raised his voice.

"They used to be decent workers. Since the efficiency of the factory is not good, if they don't find a way out by themselves, they will starve to death!"

"Our factory is also going out to pick up some private work, the big guys just turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye."

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