Conformity

The IRS hall, which used to be spacious and tidy, is now a mess. Scaffolding cuts the line of sight into triangular grids, building materials are piled up everywhere, and thick dust hangs in the air, like a layer of mist.

Xie Cheng was not there, and Zhou Yi was standing in the northeast corner with a tape measure. He couldn’t fully see the expression on his face through the steel pipe. There were about a dozen workers left, one was very close to Shao Bowen, holding it with both hands, and the rest were scattered in the four corners. , or squatting on the scaffolding above their heads, all of them looked very stiff.

Chang Yuan came suddenly, and looked unhappy. Although Shao Bowen was puzzled about the reason for his appearance, a bad premonition just flashed in his heart, and he heard the white shirt next to him yell at him angrily: "If you don't want to do it, give it to me." I'm leaving..."

A weak echo echoed in the space, but before he could finish his sentence, a more stern voice broke in.

"Who is that next to Shao Bowen, why are you yelling in the construction zone without a hard hat! Have you lived enough?"

If measured by gears, Chang Yuan's voice should be in gear 5 at the moment. Many people were taken aback, including the white shirt who was training people. His shock and doubts made him shut up, with a low expression on his face. He turned his head sideways to look at the source of the violent sound.

Zhou Yi heard the words, let his eyes look over the rusty scaffolding steel pipes, and saw a supervisor with an expressionless face.

Chang Yuan stood at the door with no pockets or hands crossed around his chest. Simply put, he didn't have any shape. The only bright spot was that his eyes were not kind enough.

As a sports student, Shao Bowen was anxious about his grades in Chinese, so he couldn't think of an elegant metaphor in his mind at the moment, he just felt that his partner was like a cock with its hair blown up.

The white shirt couldn't help squinting his eyes, he looked Chang Yuan up and down, seeing that this man didn't look like a worker but called him by another name, he was young but a bit fierce, so he mistook him for the leader of this group of workers.

But isn’t the worker’s leader still a worker? It’s a human habit to exalt the superior and depress the inferior, and most of the society doesn’t do well in terms of respect for migrant workers. The white shirt is no exception. He asked impatiently: "Who are you?"

"It's none of your business!" Chang Yuan was in a rage, and when he was impolite, he turned to Shao Bowen. Although he was scolding, his aura was a little too strong, "You come out first, he doesn't have a helmet What nonsense are you talking to him! In case something falls out, beware of being blamed by others, saying that you pulled him to talk."

Shao Bo heard that he was so angry that he nodded with the white shirt and headed for the door. When he got closer, he saw layers of red bloodshot eyes on Chang Yuan's eyeballs, and he looked very tired. He was still alive and kicking when he went out in the morning, saying that the Safety Supervision Bureau will come to inspect today, and he needs to prepare documents.

Shao Bowen's hands were covered with cement dust, and he couldn't wipe them clean, so he had to bend slightly and leaned in front of him, whispering softly: "What's the matter?"

He has a heart like the sea, and he can still laugh like this. Chang Yuan's eyes are darkened, and even he is disgusted. He glanced at the white shirt behind who was afraid of being smashed and burned his buttocks, and said, "I should ask you this question." , Isn’t this a job introduced by a friend? No matter how casual you come, anyone can let you go.”

"It's love for friends, and it's duty to do the job well. They are two different things," Shao Bowen coaxed in a low voice, "Calm down, he can't do anything to me, only you and money can do it."

It was because he was poor that he became a grandson at the scene, and it was difficult for him to be ranked ahead of the culprit. Chang Yuan was a little more balanced, at least when he was able to keep pace with money, the corners of his originally straight mouth showed signs of turning back, someone But he refused to know each other.

The white shirt walked out of the door and then turned back to stop, staring at Chang Yuan defiantly and questioning: "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

The anger in Chang Yuan's heart suddenly turned into a prairie fire, and his face turned a little cold all of a sudden, "Then who are you? Why didn't you think about it, and ran to the construction site with your head bareheaded and yelled?"

He was originally angry for Shao Bowen, and while he was talking, he had an occupational disease attack because of his helmet. He felt that this person on the P19 construction site was just as ignorant as the people on the P[-] construction site, and his hostility was even more aggressive throughout his life. How much? Do you think that an outsider like you who entered the scene without permission, in case something happens, who can compensate you for several million? Let me tell you, not a dime."

"I don't care who you are, but when you arrive at the construction site, the person in charge has the final say. Let me tell you, with equipment like yours, you can't even enter the gate at my site."

Shao Bowen knew he was bragging, but he didn't say that Chang Yuan was fined several times for not wearing a hard hat in the first issue of P6 in June.

The white shirt was blown away by Chang Yuan's fast speech, and when he heard the last sentence, he somehow felt that he was a big official in the construction team, his arrogance was a little lower, and his dusty leather shoes seemed to be venting his anger on the ground. He kicked his feet and broke down and said: "Fuck...you think I want to come in, it's so dirty that there is no place to step down, grass! It's so noisy at noon, I yelled at the back door for a long time and didn't come in." People heard it, and I had no choice but to come in."

Cutters, electric welders, and mixers operating simultaneously in a relatively confined space can indeed make Shunfeng ears deaf.

Chang Yuan couldn't understand how dirty he looked, as if he was a noble person, he said coldly: "There is no way to seek death, non-construction workers are not allowed to enter, and those without hats are not allowed to enter. If you have any opinions, you can go to the Construction Bureau and complain to me."

The white shirt choked and didn't speak.

Shao Bowen was next to him as a green leaf, with a smile in his eyes, and felt that such a cruel Chang Yuan had a novel charm.

People will be attracted to another person and develop affection because of his (her) human nature or the truth, goodness and beauty in the skin, but living with one person, time will peel off the layers of forbearance and hiddenness like peeling an onion, revealing the most real and complete personality profile.No one is perfect, and it is impossible to please people everywhere all the time. Everyone is a collection of seven emotions and six desires. The combination of emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, fear and thought is our long and short life.

People don't have to be beautiful and handsome forever, but they must always be interesting so as not to get bored.

Interestingly, Chang Yuan's nose is not a nose, eyes are not eyes, and his eyes are squinting, "Now you can say, what are you doing in there?"

Bai Shirt subjectively regarded him as Shao Bowen's boss, and began to sue with a sullen face: "I didn't say that, your construction is really too, too, too noisy, and everyone has a nervous breakdown! Our leader, was" "Omm' for a week, I finally took a nap, and was woken up again by your 'duk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk', can you stop for a while, ah?!"

Chang Yuan felt that he might be sick, and he wanted to sneer because of his long list of onomatopoeia. He thought it was too noisy, so don't renovate it.

"Also," the white shirt said with an expression of "the worst is coming", he pointed his right thumb towards the sky, and raised his voice eight degrees, "Are you a regular construction team? That's it, one You dare to drink a little wine to do the work of climbing old heights, you are not afraid of death, but we are afraid of bad luck in the future?"

He didn't say that Chang Yuan hadn't noticed that besides the peculiar nitrile smell of newly opened cement in the hall, there seemed to be some alcohol smell.He froze for a moment, then poked the side with his elbow, and asked, "Who has had a little wine?"

Shao Bowen was also unlucky, he was cut off by Chang Yuan before he had time to explain, and it was only then that he continued, "No one drinks, it's because the manager misunderstood."

White Shirt struggled for another three or four years before reaching the age limit of a supervisor, but he didn't say anything. Human nature is vain, so there are bosses everywhere. He raised his eyebrows and began to retort: ​​"Where is the misunderstanding? I saw him go to the office with my own eyes. Fill your mouth with Erguotou."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the room where he was just standing, and the worker who was less than one meter away from Shao Bowen was poked by his finger.

Standing there was an elder brother who looked a little old, his clothes were covered in ashes, his back was a little hunched, his left hand was holding his right hand, and he looked very uncomfortable under the gazes of several people. He looked at the white shirt, and there was something in his eyes. Embarrassed, as if he wanted to say something, but he lowered his eyes and closed his mouth, as if pleading guilty.

Bai Niu Er, who had taken off the bottle cap, was still standing at his feet, silently evaporating alcohol.

The white shirt yelled resolutely: "Tell me, did you drink just now?"

"I said it was a misunderstanding." Shao Bowen interrupted suddenly, and when his eyes swept over the finger, his tone suddenly became a lot heavier, "If you want to listen, just listen to me, if you don't want to listen , then I don’t need to tell you, I’ll wait for your leader to talk to me.”

"As for the issue of arguing," Shao Bowen seemed to find it funny, and beckoned to Zhou Yi, "Xiao Zhou, bring the cutting machine here, and another scrapped tile, Master Luo, come here too."

Bai Shirt didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only stare blankly at the two people he didn't know lifting things here.

Zhou Yi came over with a cutting machine and placed it where Shao Bowen pointed with his hand, less than two meters away from the door. Shao Bowen quietly squeezed Chang Yuan aside, telling him to hide behind the door frame to eat less dirt, and then let him Master Luo performed a live brick cutting for the white shirt.

The fine-toothed metal cutter cuts the tiles in half under dizzying high-speed rotation, and the powdered bits on the tangent line are shot out, stirring clouds and fog in the nearby space, with sharp and piercing friction The sound is always torturing people's patience.

As soon as the sound of cutting stopped, everything was completely silent in an instant.

"That's how you can be called too, too, too noisy." Shao Bowen imitated him and paused three times, then laughed, "Your office on the second floor is at best a bit noisy. You can't bear it after a week of 'hum', but My masters have to be 'buzzed' at least 300 days a year, do you think if there is a way to reduce noise, we will be unwilling to use it?"

Decibels are justice, the white shirt just couldn't take it anymore and covered one ear, now he has nothing to say, so he just keeps silent.

Shao Bowen returned to the misunderstanding about the wine, and said: "Let's talk about the drinking, you saw that the master was feeding the cows, but you didn't see the whole thing. The fact is that a piece of the brick was cut off before, and it bounced into the tiger's mouth on his right. Unprepared, I accidentally bit my tongue again. The white wine I bought at the small supermarket in your yard to wash the wound and rinse my mouth more than ten minutes ago, there should be a video over there."

squeak--

After the ear-scratching brakes, a three-jump car stopped at the door, and then a man jumped out from behind, and without raising his head, he began to yell, "Gauze is here... um..."

The person who jumped down was Xie Cheng. He saw a plastic bag in his left and right hands, and a popsicle that was half sacrificed in his mouth. When he looked up, he found that the way was blocked, and there was a new face at the door.He ate a cold drink funded by the public to cool down his heart. As soon as it came up, he was surprised: "Why is Chang Gong here?"

At this time, Chang Yuan already knew the cause and effect. After Shao Bowen intervened, he didn't have a chance to intervene, and he calmed down a lot. He smiled at Xie Cheng, "Pass by, let's take a look."

"Oh," Xie Cheng was full of energy, looked at the white shirt again, and greeted with a smile: "Who is this?"

Now that the gauze has come, the injury should be true. The white shirt made an untenable fire, and he felt that his face was dull, but his face was bigger than the sky, not to mention that he was a little contemptuous of the migrant workers, and he couldn't apologize. mouth, and said, "I'll go and see."

After talking, I went to the supermarket in the yard, and never returned.

Xie Cheng was disqualified from treating injuries because of his hands and feet, so he had to give out old popsicles. This kind of thing that costs one yuan a piece cannot catch the eyes of children born in the 00s, but it can move workers in the 70s and [-]s. .

Since the start of work, every day at noon is either a cold drink or a popsicle, and sometimes they have dinner together at night. They were born in a difficult age, and they cherish every little gift. A bottle of water and a greeting represent a respect, which is enough to win them beyond Remuneration in return.

This is Xie Cheng's second supervisory project. Only here does he know that if these experienced old technicians are biased towards you, how much loss they can save you with their rich work skills, these are all money, relative If they trip you up, you'll never know it.

Soon the hall died down, and everyone ran to the door to eat popsicles.

Chang Yuan was a dutiful comrade, and would not be late or leave early when nothing happened, so Shao Bowen needed two people to live together. After washing his hands under the water pipe, he "eloped" with Chang Yuan to the opposite flower bed, and took two popsicles with him.

The flower bed is not planted with flowers, but an old pine, tall and majestic, tucked in the shade, and the inside and outside of the altar are covered with pine needles.

Shao Bowen tore open the packing bag and put it in his pocket, gave the stick to Chang Yuan, and opened another one himself.

Chang Yuan held the stick and was a little absent-minded. When he calmed down, he felt that he was too impulsive. Shao Bowen could handle it. He was not angry, only himself was burning with anger. He thought to himself: It seems stupid that I would get angry.

Reason is always like this, there is nothing when needed, but regret is always one step late.

Chang Yuan took a bite on the corner of the popsicle, let the sore teeth roll from the base of his tongue into the air duct and refused to warm up, then he seemed to be frozen by the cold, his heart was cold and sore, he Staring at the spot of light on the ground, the voice was low as if he was talking to himself, "Did I offend the owner for you?"

"No," Shao Bowen said nonsense, "I've found someone to prepare my sacks. If you didn't come, you might have already put them on him."

Chang Yuan was almost laughed out of anger, he said with a straight face: "I'm pretty serious now, don't talk nonsense to me."

"Okay, okay," Shao Bowen swore to the old Popsicle, "I'm going to be serious now."

Chang Yuan: ...

Shao Bowen was afraid that he would blow his hair, so he stroked his hair, tilted his head and asked him, "Xiao Yuan, why do you think this person can represent the owner?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Chang Yuan's mind, as if he had suddenly captured the direction of a road. He thought like a frog just out of the well, aren't Zhang Liwei and Wang Yue just one person in Party A and the general contractor?For so many years, he never thought of going beyond those who refused to coordinate with him to communicate with those who are higher up and willing to reason.

He has always felt that this kind of behavior is like suing, but at this moment, is it more difficult to file a lawsuit than blocking a road roller?After all, he was too rigid.

"I asked the wrong question, then," Chang Yuan was a little worried, "will he trouble you?"

"Let him look for it. When he has nothing to say, it means that my work is impeccable." Shao Bowen gestured and said, "Perfect."

With this mentality, it is impossible to be invincible. Chang Yuan's mood improved a bit, and he began to chew popsicles like a hamster. He reflected, "Is my temper getting worse?"

According to the maxim that the more capable the less tempered, he felt that he was going to die.

However, Shao Bowen was overjoyed and rejoiced: "Fortunately, during the years when I lost my temper, I dodged you perfectly, otherwise I would have scared you away."

Chang Yuan coughed when he was cold, he coughed twice, and gave Shao Bowen a look of "you're lying to a ghost".

Shao Bowen thought of his weak physique, stuffed himself with a stick in his mouth and played with it, and then took the rest of the man. He didn't have such a good memory as Chang Yuan. , always feels very far away.

"I didn't lie to you," Shao Bowen said slowly. "When I first started working, I didn't dare to ask questions. Of course, there were no problems. I didn't know anything. How could there be any problems? I gradually gained a little experience, and when I arrived At the stage of worrying about myself, I found that it was the most difficult thing in the world to get people to cooperate with my work. How could there be so many strange things, such slow-moving, so irresponsible, so unreasonable, and being in an extremely unpleasant environment? The good temper is also worn out."

"For a long time, I didn't like anyone, but I didn't say it. At that time, I felt that I could continue to maintain it without breaking the balance. Until one day I couldn't help scolding someone. After that, it was like an addiction. I regretted it afterwards, but I couldn't help it, and as a result, I got used to being scolded, and my temper rose against the storm."

"I'm just giving an example. I'm not saying whether the temper is good or bad. Different industries need different people. This can't be generalized. My general idea is that if a way of changing doesn't suit you, you will soon Finding that your situation isn’t improving at all, that’s when you have to think of something else. But if you’re afraid to try, it’s always going to be that way.”

Silence, patience, outburst, and restraint are basically the mental path that everyone in the workplace should go through.

After Chang Yuan listened quietly, he repeated his words in his heart several times. In fact, it might be unreasonable, but he just wanted to remember that someone was willing to be his life mentor. This feeling was very reliable. He put the stick out of his mouth. He took it off, and his eyes were stained with a smile again, "Listen to Mr. Shao, I'm going to get angry when I go back."

Shao Bowen held up Chang Yuan's disfigured popsicle and said, "Be safe and don't be impatient, wait for Teacher Shao to finish eating before leaving."

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Chang Yuan left. He first went to the Safety Supervision Bureau. He also knew a few people in his dealings all the year round, but they were not familiar with them. Seeing that he was more sincere, he didn't put on airs.

It was only this day that Chang Yuan really realized that connections don’t just mean knowing the person. Only when you have something to ask for and are useful to others can you connect to them.

There was some traffic on the road, and it was almost 19 o'clock when we got back to P5. Chang Yuan had already planned to talk to Zhang Liwei's uncle, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and a young couple blocked his way in.

"Are you from this construction site? I am the owner of the nearby Lanjing Community. Your construction has affected our house. There are cracks on the ground and walls of our house, even in the corridors. Ask upstairs and downstairs. After that, everyone has this situation, I want to talk to your person in charge, can you call for me?"