The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

At 08:30, the door of the Sanba Hotel finally opened, and a group of drunken men walked out of it arm-in-arm.

"I had a great time drinking this wine today!"

"Chief Pan, see you another day!"

"Thank you, brother. I'll treat you another day." The group of people gathered around the door to say goodbye to each other, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

Wei Laohu hid in the darkness and stared at the man in the crowd called Section Chief Pan.

No need to ask, this Section Chief Pan is his target Pan Guolong.

He watched Pan Guolong walk towards the sidecar motorcycle with one step at a time.He took out the key, started the ignition, and the motorcycle suddenly left the spot and headed east.

"Chase!" Wei Laohu got on the bicycle and pedaled so hard that the chain was almost scratching out sparks, but how could manpower be faster than a fuel-burning bicycle?

A few minutes later, Wei Laohu stopped the car panting. He could no longer see the back of the sidecar motorcycle.

Now all his hopes can only be placed on Xiaoguang.

******

Xiaoguang and a younger brother stood on the side of the road in Beigou Square, stretching their necks and looking to the west. If Pan Guolong went home on a motorcycle with a sidecar, Beigou Square would be the place he would pass by.

Beigou is a depression in the northeast corner of Ge'an, surrounded by mountains.

In the early 80s, in order to solve the housing problem of employees, Legang, after negotiating with the Ge'an City Government, funded the purchase of a large piece of wasteland in the Beigou area, and built a Legang employee community here.

After seven or eight years of continuous construction, the Beigou area has been transformed from a desolate place into new buildings.There are at least [-] steel workers and their families living here. Six communities have been built so far. The names of the communities are as unpretentious as the steel workers. They are replaced by numbers, from District [-] to District [-].

Pan Guolong lives in a newly constructed two-bedroom apartment in District [-]. Because it is a new community, there are not many people living there and there are no street lights. It is eerie and scary at night.

Xiaoguang smoked the ginseng cigarette that Zhao Qing offered as tribute, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Under the dim street lights, he saw a sidecar motorcycle approaching in his direction.

The speed was very fast, and within a few seconds, the sidecar motorcycle passed them, leaving behind a pungent smell of diesel and lingering smoke.

In such a short moment, Xiaoguang saw the license plate clearly. It was the sidecar motorcycle that had just parked in front of the Sanba Hotel.

With a pop, Xiaoguang spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, got on the bicycle and yelled to chase, and then started pedaling desperately.

It's a pity that even if Xiaoguang puts all his energy into feeding, how can a bicycle outrun a motorcycle?

Xiaoguang watched helplessly as the sidecar motorcycle turned into a trail ahead and then disappeared.

"Brother Xiaoguang, are you still chasing me?" The younger brother behind him was so tired that his tongue stuck out, and he was breathing heavily.

"Chase, no matter what, you have to see clearly which building the motorcycle is parked under." Xiaoguang was no better than his younger brother. He felt like his chest was going to explode.

The two of them also turned into the path.

Xiaoguang's eyes suddenly widened. He saw the sidecar motorcycle parked on the side of the road, and a man squatting by the bushes, his mouth wide open, and he was vomiting like crazy!

From so far away, Xiaoguang seemed to be able to feel the pungent smell of alcohol.

Xiaoguang and Xiaodi looked at each other, and each could see the surprise in the other's eyes.

This is really hard to find, and it's not a waste of effort to get it.

Xiaoguang looked around and saw that this trail was very remote and there was not a single pedestrian.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fires.

Xiaoguang parked his bicycle on the side of the road, stretched out his hand and pulled out a wooden stick from under the beam, surrounded him with the boy, and stood behind Pan Guolong.

"Pan Guolong!" Xiaoguang shouted specifically to verify his identity.

"What?" Pan Guolong was almost vomiting at this time, and when he heard someone calling him, he subconsciously agreed.

Before he could look back, he felt an evil wind coming from the back of his head, and a wooden stick as thick as his arm hit him firmly on the back.

Pan Guolong groaned and leaned forward, his big face buried in the pile of freshly baked vomit.

The sticks in the hands of Xiaoguang and the younger brother fell on Pan Guolong like rain.

Pan Guolong's body was really strong, and he was still unconscious after being hit so many times. But this was also thanks to Xiaoguang's sneak attack just now, which didn't kill him and only hit him on the back. If the blow had landed on the back of the head, Pan Guolong will have to become a vegetative state even if he doesn't die.

Pan Guolong held his head, curled up into a ball, rolled all over the ground, and did not forget to throw harsh words, "Who the hell are you? What kind of thing are you doing behind the scenes? Changdian soldiers, old ducks in front of the station, big camp I know Brother Tie..." The people he mentioned are all famous stickmen in Ge'an.

"Ah!" A scream pierced the night sky.

Xiaoguang saw that he was acting like this, and his mouth was still so harsh. With the added force of the wooden stick in his hand, he broke Pan Guolong's calf in one fell swoop.

Pan Guolong became honest now and didn't dare to mention anyone anymore. He kept begging, "Brother, why are you protecting me? You have to let me understand who I offended, right?"

Xiaoguang hit him on the right leg with a stick again, "No need to protect me, I just want to remind you that some women are beyond your reach."

This violent storm of sticks lasted for a full three minutes. Pan Guolong finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he fainted and died.

His whole body was covered with vomit, and he looked miserable.

Xiaoguang stopped in time and said, "Retreat!"

His eyes fell on the black baton at Pan Guolong's waist.

This is a good thing that you can’t buy with money.

Xiaoguang pulled out the baton without hesitation and took it as his own.

The two of them got on their bicycles and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

******

At around [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, a group of leather steel workers who had just finished their shift came out of the east gate on bicycles.

These workers were so happy that their singing could be heard from far away.

Today is a good day, wages are open.

Lin Zhiyuan was among this group of people, and he could deeply feel the joy of these workers.

He has been working in the soaking workshop for more than [-] days. From these workers, he has experienced what ordinaryness and simplicity are, and what it means to be content and happy, and to work hard every day. This is the day when wages are paid.

Nie Changshui's loud voice could be heard two miles away, "We agreed today that we will have a good drink. If anyone runs away halfway, he will be raised by this girl."

"Go away, I will have to drink you under the table later."

Amidst the laughter and curses, they arrived at a small restaurant outside the east gate.

There are forty or fifty small restaurants like this in the entire Dongmen, all opened for tannery workers.

The rather coquettish boss lady's eyes were filled with stars when she saw the guests. In her eyes, these leather steel workers were all RMB.She immediately twisted her slightly thick waist to greet them, and enthusiastically let the workers inside.

"Brother Hei, I haven't seen you for a while."

The eldest man grinned and said, "No pay, don't even think about seeing me. The old rule is two and a half yuan per person."

It is an old routine for these workers to go to a small restaurant and join in for a drink after receiving their wages.

"okay!"

Soon, the food and wine were on the table, and the workers started drinking.

Da Laohei and Lin Zhiyuan touched each other and said, "Da Lin, I didn't expect that you don't have the airs of a college student to be able to chat with rough guys like us."

Nie Changshui followed, "That's right, Dalin is much better than Liu Yanchang. Liu Yanchang is just a college student. You see, he drags us as if he is worth [-] yuan. He doesn't even look at us when we walk. He obviously looks down on us. Dalin But he is an undergraduate from a key university."

"Drink, drink!" Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Squad leader, Brother Changshui, my dad is a worker, my mom is a worker, my sister and my brother-in-law are both workers, do you think I can look down on my own family?"

"Well said, Dalin, I've finished this glass of wine."

Lin Zhiyuan's words immediately brought him closer to these workers.

After drinking for half an hour, Lin Zhiyuan found an opportunity to come out and settle the bill.

There are ten people in total, two and a half yuan per person, a total of 25 yuan.

This is the price level in Ge'an in the 80s. For more than 20 yuan, you can have wine and meat.

Lin Zhiyuan was paid 180 cents this month, which included a special bonus of 50 yuan for repairing the rolling mill.But even if you exclude the 50 yuan, he can still earn 130 yuan. The workshop really earns more than the office. The salary bonus plus shift subsidy is more than double what he made in the office.

But for Lin Zhiyuan now, these wages are just pocket money.

This meal lasted for an hour and a half, and Da Laohei was obviously drunk enough, "That's it for today! Two and a half yuan per person, pay!"

Everyone reached into their pockets and took out their salary bags.

Lin Zhiyuan stood up and said, "Brothers, this is my first time drinking with you. I'm paying for this meal so you don't have to pay for it."

"Da Lin, what are you doing?"

"You are the youngest among our group, how can I invite you?"

“Lady boss, give Dalin’s money back!”

The workers stood up noisily and angrily, but Lin Zhiyuan had already left the hotel first, got on his bicycle and left.

Workers value small profits the most. If you spend a little money to treat them to drinks, you can gain their support and trust, which is very important for Lin Zhiyuan's future promotion.