Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

The huge canteen was crowded with people queuing up to get food and eat.

In the past, when the weather was hot, many people would prepare meals in the canteen and take them back to the workshop to eat, or find somewhere else in the factory area.

But now it’s getting cold, and the cold wind outside is blowing hard into the clothes, so hard that the hands of the workers holding the lunch boxes are almost stiff. Not to mention, the cold wind blows all the way to the workshop, and the hot rice has become cold.

So there are many more people in this cafeteria than before.

Because of this, the discussion in the cafeteria about all kinds of gossip and interesting things became more lively than before.

"Hey, Master Liu in the second workshop is Liu Haizhong. I didn't expect him to be so good. He spread rumors during the day and said he was going to apologize to someone at night. Unexpectedly, he got beaten up again!"

"Oh my god, is there such a thing?!"

"What? You don't know! It's spread throughout the factory!"

"Oh, this is not a rare thing. The man named Liu was not very polite, so he was given a lesson by Director Zhang, and the family who was beaten was compensated 4,000 yuan!"

"How much? Four thousand!!!"

Upon hearing this number, many workers around who did not know about this immediately pricked up their ears and widened their eyes.

They just thought that their ears were frozen when they were outside, which caused auditory hallucinations!

Four thousand yuan, based on their wages, how many years would it take them to earn it? If you take into account the various expenses of the wife, children, and children at home, it would be an astronomical amount of money that would not be saved in many years!

He actually paid four thousand yuan in compensation. Master Liu is really rich!

"I remember that Master Liu is a level six worker. How can he have so much money?"

"Master Liu himself definitely doesn't have that much money. He also has two sons in our factory! The combined wages of the three of them are too much!"

"Hey! That's not right! I remember that Master Liu's two sons are still apprentices. What kind of salary is that? The two of them combined are not as tall as Master Liu alone!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the workers around him immediately showed doubtful expressions, doubting whether this matter was true or false.

After all, the combined salary of the three of them, father and son, is less than 200 yuan a month. How could they come up with 4,000 yuan to compensate others.

"Dawei, although Master Liu can be quite annoying sometimes, you can't arrange things like this!"

"That's right! Dawei, it's okay for all of us to just listen to it. If the leaders of the factory hear it, you'll be punished lightly!"

Seeing that the workers around him didn't believe what he said, the worker named Dawei immediately became anxious.

He stood up from the chair emotionally, put one foot on the chair, patted his chest and said loudly:

"Hey, you have to speak with your conscience. When did I, Dawei, arrange anything before? This matter involves Director Zhang. No matter how nonsense I talk, I don't dare to talk about Director Zhang!"

"I haven't even finished saying this yet. You said you are all so impatient, as if you were just getting married and getting under the covers with your wife. Wait until I finish!"

Seeing that the workers around him gradually became quiet, Dawei continued to talk:

"Master Liu will definitely not be able to come up with four thousand yuan. Director Zhang made adjustments and said that he would let Master Liu and his son take part of their salary every month until the four thousand yuan is deducted."

After listening to Dawei's words, the onlookers showed expressions of enlightenment, but after knowing the result, they immediately showed expressions of disappointment.

Seeing the people around him leaving in disappointment, Dawei quickly greeted everyone to stay.

"Hey, hey, let me tell you, do you think this is the end?"

Ok? !

"Hey, Dawei, you're doing cross talk for everyone here!"

"That's right. If you have anything to say, don't you just say it and that's it!"

Under the constant urging of everyone, Dawei showed a mysterious expression and said to them:

"Aren't you curious how the compensation of four thousand yuan came from?"

Hearing this, everyone frowned. Isn't this what your kid said?

Seeing everyone's longing looks, Dawei's vanity was greatly satisfied, so he told everything he knew.

"What? Impossible!!!"

"Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang? Isn't he an apprentice from the third workshop or some other workshop?"

"I know that the two of them were transferred to breeding, but for the two of them, I think giving them twenty a month is too much!"

It seems that everyone who knows Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang cannot believe that they can earn so much money.

After all, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang were apprentices who could be stepped on by anyone in the entire workshop. They had neither skills nor background. It was a question whether they could stay in the steel rolling mill and continue working, let alone earn 4,000 yuan a year. Money!

"Four thousand yuan! It is said that it is still an undercount. There is no year-end bonus or anything like the fraction. Director Zhang said these at the scene, and many people heard it."

Dawei seemed to be worried that what he said would be questioned again, so he immediately brought out Zhang Xing as a guarantee of credibility.

Sure enough, this time Dawei said it was Zhang Xing who said it on the spot, and no one around him raised any doubts like before.

"One hundred and sixty a month, I have to catch up with the factory director!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't think there are just that many factory directors!"

"What kind of luck did these two boys, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, have! I have lived my life properly for almost half of my life. Why can't I encounter such a good thing!"

"Then what level of work do they think they are?"

"What kind of worker is this? A worker at this level has such a high salary. The breeding farm has a contract with the steel rolling mill, and they are responsible for their own profits and losses. If they make money, the wages will naturally be higher!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, our factory is not the first to set up a breeding farm, but this is the one that really makes the breeding farms like ours in this city!"

The person who said this proudly raised his thumb, as if he was honored.

When other people heard this, they also showed proud expressions. After all, this was considered their collective honor.

But just when everyone was immersed in the pride of collective honor, someone suddenly thought of something and asked curiously:

"If Yan Jie and Yan Jiefang can earn so much, doesn't Director Zhang earn even more?"

The people around him were immersed in pride and did not notice his doubts.

But at the same time, in several different offices, several people had the same doubts as him.

“How much money can the director of Zhangxing’s breeding farm make in a month!!!”