Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

The old man came to his senses after hearing the sound and heard the bicycle bell ringing behind him.

Thinking he was a colleague from the steel rolling mill, he smiled and prepared to say hello to see if he could give him a lift.

Unexpectedly, before the old man turned around, he saw a bicycle passing by him.

"Master Yi, please run slowly. We're leaving first. We'll be late soon!"

Before the uncle had time to react, the bicycle had already ridden far away.

Seeing a graceful girl sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, the uncle looked familiar.

Isn’t this Qin Huairu! ! !

The person riding the bicycle in front is Zhang Xing, isn't he? ! !

After the old man saw clearly who the two people sitting on the bicycle were, he was so angry that he wished he could jump to his feet and curse!

This damn Zhang Xing! !

The old man used all his strength and threw the cloth bag in his hand towards Zhang Xingli.

Bang!

Along with the dust splashing, there was a sound of glass breaking.

"broken!"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly realized that there was his own tea can in the bag!

Panting, the old man ran for more than ten steps before he came to his cloth bag.

The distance of this vigorous throw was enough to reflect the anger of the uncle just now after seeing that the cyclist was Zhang Xing.

But the old man bent down and opened the cloth bag on the ground. As expected, the cans and bottles inside had been smashed.

Carrying the cloth bag, the tea was flowing down from the ground of the cloth bag.

The old man pulled out the tea leaves distressedly, took out a handkerchief to wrap it, and then threw the pieces of the can and bottle into the wasteland aside.

Turning his head to look at the sun, the old man estimated the time and, without bothering to clean the dirt on the cloth bag, hurried towards the steel rolling mill.

What an air of pride!

Isn’t it just a bicycle?

The steps under the uncle's feet were quick, and Zhang Xing and Qin Huairu were no longer seen in the distance.

At this time, all the people riding bicycles nearby became the target of the uncle to vent his anger.

It's just that everyone is in a hurry. After all, most of the people who go out at this time have to go to work, and no one has time to argue with a madman.

By the time the uncle arrived at the steel rolling mill, he was already out of breath from exhaustion.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Yi? What happened?"

At the factory gate, Uncle Niu was practicing Tai Chi with several people from the security department.

Seeing the uncle walking into the factory door out of breath, he stepped forward and expressed concern.

"Then who, bring my teapot to Master Yi!"

Seeing that Uncle Niu was out of breath, Uncle Niu raised his finger to someone and gave instructions.

The old man was too tired to speak at this time.

I saw him waving his hands, and after breathing for a while, he spoke.

"No, it's fine!"

"There was an approval document that needed to be sent out today. I was afraid of being delayed, so I hurriedly took two steps."

At this time, the uncle really had no time to chat with Uncle Niu anymore. After nodding, he continued to walk towards the workshop.

Seeing the uncle's hurried back, which looked slightly stooped, Uncle Niu shook his head from behind.

"This Yi Zhonghai is late for the first time in so many years. It's really a rare thing!"

After Uncle Niu finished chanting, he turned around again, pointed at the back of the uncle as he left, and said to the others.

"Look, this is the difference between practicing martial arts and not practicing martial arts. Yi Zhonghai is seven or eight years younger than me, and his body and bones are already so weak!"

"Look at those two steps. I was so out of breath that I almost thought he was going to pass!"

The first uncle has long since stopped hearing all the contempt and humiliation that Uncle Niu was saying behind him.

Just like what he told Uncle Niu just now, there is a batch of items to be driven out today.

This was a batch of finished products made in their workshop before. After they were sent out, the receiving unit rejected them.

It is said that it is not the same product as the original drawing they gave.

Later, Yi Zhonghai discovered that the drawings were not the same when he led everyone to produce this batch of parts.

But after checking it several times, I couldn't find out which link was the problem.

The workshop director asked the first man not to worry about whose responsibility it was, but ordered him to hurry up and make a new batch.

I need to send it to my work this afternoon.

Counting the time the truck needs to spend on the road, the time left for the first man and the others is only this morning.

I don’t know if Dongxu and the others have started doing it?

The first man was thinking that he had told Jia Dongxu before that this matter was very important.

Although he was late today, he felt that Jia Dongxu should know the importance of this matter and should have already worked according to the correct drawings.

Just when the old man was lucky and thought that he would be able to get the wrong items out before lunch today.

As soon as he entered the workshop, he saw Jia Dongxu smoking and chatting with several other people.

If the old man still had some hope for Jia Dongxu before stepping into the workshop, now he wanted to strangle this guy to death!

"Jia! Dong! Xu!"

The uncle roared so hard that Jia Dongxu, who was smoking, almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing the old man walking towards him angrily, Jia Dongxu was surprised at first, and then looked confused.

What happened to this old man?

Is it still because of what happened yesterday?

When Jia Dongxu thought of this, he couldn't help but frown.

Last night, after chatting with Jia Dongxu and He Yuzhu for a long time, the uncle asked He Yuzhu to leave.

Jia Dongxu saw that there were only two people left in the room, the uncle and himself, and he asked the question he had wanted to ask several times.

Is he the son of a great master?

However, after Jia Dongxu asked this question, the first man did not tell him the answer directly, but said something.

"Dongxu, whether you are my son or not, you can regard me as your father."

At this time, Jia Dongxu felt very humiliated when faced with the stern scolding from the uncle, and in front of so many people in the entire workshop.

Is this what you mean by asking me to treat you like a father? !

Jia Dongxu suddenly felt sick in his heart.

"Jia Dongxu, why are you so stunned! Did you hear me when I told you!"

Seeing Jia Dongxu staring at him in a daze, the uncle yelled at him again.

He originally thought that Jia Dongxu would just smile and listen to his reprimands like before.

Unexpectedly, after Jia Dongxu came back to his senses, he looked at the uncle with an expression of disgust on his face, which then turned into anger.

"Yi Zhonghai, if you stop yelling at me, I'm done with it!!!"