The Pentium Era - South to North

The two people arrived at the parking lot downstairs. Zhang Chen and Wenwen said, "Give me the key."

Wenwen shook her head and said, "If you don't give it, I'll open it."

"Do you know the road?" Zhang Chen asked.

Wenwen said "Oh", gave the car key to Zhang Chen, and sat in the passenger seat.

After getting in the car, neither of them spoke. Zhang Chen started the car and drove out of the parking lot. When they got to the North Ring Road outside, Wenwen rubbed her face hard with both hands, raised her head, and said "ouch" called out.

Zhang Chen turned to look at her and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You're such a bad guy, you've made me, an old gangster, so shy." Wenwen pouted.

Zhang Chen laughed loudly, and both of them were relieved by this smile.

It is already ten o'clock in the evening, and the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the street has begun to decrease. Many shops on both sides of the street have closed. The neon lights and light boxes in front of the shops and on the top of the building have been turned off, but some are still on. They look a little lonely. They are either hotels that still serve late-night snacks, or KTVs and Internet cafes.

Wenwen bit her thumb and looked outside. After a while, she let out a long sigh and said:

"Compared with Beijing, I still like Hangzhou. Beijing is too big. Especially at this time, when you drive outside, you will feel that the city is very cold."

"Then you come back to Hangzhou." Zhang Chen said.

"How do you come back? Everything in Beijing was captured with great difficulty, how can you throw it away?"

Wenwen sighed again and said:

"It's impossible to come back. Sometimes I think it's funny. It's better to be alone, so carefree and free. I work hard and earn a lot of things. But in the end, these things are in vain. I came here and tied you up again, your life is really miserable."

Zhang Chen wanted to laugh when he heard this, but felt that he couldn't. He held the steering wheel with his left hand and reached out with his right hand to hold Wenwen's hand. Wenwen's hand escaped. She said no, I was afraid that I would cry.

Zhang Chen nodded, and the two of them stopped talking.

The further we drove, the closer we drove to the edge of the city. The lights outside were getting darker and darker. Wenwen still bit her finger and looked outside. Zhang Chen occasionally turned his head to look, and he saw Wenwen's eyes. , shining in the gloom.

Zhang Chen's heart tightened.

We are finally approaching the Hangcheng Spoke Factory. This large abandoned old industrial area is so dark that even the street lights are not clear whether they are broken or not turned on at all. In the entire industrial zone, only the Hangcheng Spoke Factory still has lights. There was a bright light, but this light seemed to be suppressed by the dark night and could not spread out.

The door of the spoke factory was closed. Zhang Chen honked the horn twice. The door of the communication room opened and a security guard came out. He walked into the car lights behind the iron gate and squinted his eyes, trying to see the license plate clearly. Zhang Chen The car window was pressed down, and the chilly night suddenly rushed in.

"I'm going to die." Wenwen cursed.

Zhang Chen stretched his head out.

Obviously, the security guard was more familiar with this head than the license plate. He waved his hand, pulled up the latch of the iron door, and opened the iron door to both sides. Zhang Chen said quickly while driving in. He said "Thank you!" and closed the car window again.

It was quiet in the factory area. On the road illuminated by the car lights, a large piece of curled fallen leaves of the French plane tree appeared. The car drove over it, making a rustling sound. Behind the rustling sound, there was a faint sound. The sound of the hemming machine and sewing machine, as well as the loudspeakers being turned on in the workshop, could be heard.

The further we drove, the clearer the sound became. By the time Zhang Chen turned the corner in front, the clicking sound had completely overwhelmed the rustling sound, and the car seemed to be gliding silently on the fallen leaves on the ground. .

The lights were on in the two side-by-side factory buildings. A wall and a door were built in the middle of the two factory buildings to separate the factory buildings from the roads outside, forming a factory-within-a-factory layout. Zhang Chen did not drive the car He drove directly into the factory and parked in the parking lot next to the factory building outside.

The old-fashioned factory building has a very high floor height of five or six meters. A whole row of connected windows opens close to the roof, making the parking lot shrouded in the shadow of the factory building.

Zhang Chen stopped the car and just turned it off. Wenwen opened the door and got out of the car without even taking the down jacket thrown in the back seat. Zhang Chen was about to remind her that the car door beside him was opened and Wenwen was standing outside the car. With a push of his hand, the entire seat, including Zhang Chen, moved back. Before Zhang Chen understood what was going on, Wenwen had already bent down and got into the car, sitting astride his lap.

Zhang Chen felt like he was in the dark, and his face was on fire.

Wenwen stared at Zhang Chen in the darkness. Even in the darkness, her eyes were still shining. She said to Zhang Chen:

"I know we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend, but we can have a simple need-to-need relationship between a man and a woman. Who can control us? Do you agree?"

Zhang Chen said yes, but he didn't know what else he could say besides saying yes.

…

The factory door is closed, but the small door above the main door is open.

Zhang Chen and Wenwen walked in. The door of the workshop was open, but there was a heavy curtain they made on the door, which tightly blocked the door and blocked the wind, but made it easy for people to come in and out.

Zhang Chen and Wenwen opened the door curtain and walked in. Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in the workshop, feeling that he couldn't adapt to it all at once.

He was used to looking at the spacious and clean workshop of Xiasha Factory. At first sight, he felt shabby.

The factory building here is very high. It is suitable for Qu Tianlin and others to use as a printing factory, but it is too high to be used as a workshop for a clothing factory.

The sewing workshop has very high requirements for lighting. When it was originally renovated, we could only lower steel wire ropes more than three meters long from the roof, and then use flat aluminum alloy tubes at a height of two and a half meters to form a vertical and horizontal structure. A frame, on which a fluorescent lamp and the power cord of the sewing machine are installed.

Zhang Chen and the others looked neat and tidy when they first installed it. After a few months, the hanging aluminum alloy frame began to fall up and down, especially the filamentous dust generated every day in the sewing workshop, which was now covered with aluminum alloy. on the frame, on the steel wire rope hanging from the roof, and on the power cord of the machine hanging from the aluminum alloy frame.

Zhang Chen looked sad. He didn't believe that this was his own factory, his own workshop. After so many years, it seemed that he had returned to the dilapidated warehouse with mud walls when he was in Sanbao. It was just that the scale was larger than that time. But the simplicity of the workshop remains the same.

Zhang Chen understood that this seemed to be the reason why he was hiding subconsciously and did not come here. It was as if he, who was now accustomed to living in five-star hotels, was stuffed back into the bunkhouse in the corridor of the Hongqi Hotel and held back. The reactions of humiliation, loneliness, and discomfort are certain.

Where the door came in, there was a very long table. Ahua, who was in charge of inspection, sat there, inspecting clothes one by one. When she saw Zhang Chen coming in, she turned her head and shouted towards the depths of the workshop:

"Xiao Li! Xiao Li!"

The workshop was very noisy. Xiaoli was talking to a supervisor. Ahua's voice was not heard, but someone did. He stood up and walked over, patted Xiaoli on the shoulder and pointed in this direction.

Xiaoli turned around and saw Zhang Chen and the others. She raised her hands and waved, and then continued talking to her supervisor.

Zhang Chen asked Ahua: "Is it comfortable to move here?"

Ahua said, we working people are the same wherever we go, as long as we have a job, we can do it. If my husband hadn't also been working in Hangzhou, I would have gone to Jiangshan with Liangfen and the others.

Zhang Chen nodded, feeling a little emotional. He didn't expect them to be more adaptable than him. It seemed like he was being hypocritical.

After Xiaoli finished talking to her supervisor, she walked towards them. Xiaoli asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Chen said: "I came to see you."

Xiaoli quickly said: "Thank you, thank you, you are so busy, you still have time to come here."

Zhang Chen pointed to the top of the head and said to Xiao Li: "This needs to be renovated and a suspended ceiling added."

Xiaoli waved her hands quickly: "No, no, why spend the money? It's good like this, as long as it can be used, it will be more breathable."

Xiaoli took them to look at each workshop in the two factory buildings. Zhang Chen was quite emotional when he saw the familiar faces. Zhang Chen asked Xiaoli if the workers had moved here from Xiasha. Come on, are you feeling okay? Do you feel lost?

Xiaoli looked at him and asked strangely:

"What are you missing? We built the factory here, and they can continue to work with us. They are all very happy. Now the life of the garment factories outside is not easy. The wages here are high, and they will not be owed wages for a day. Many people You can’t get in even if you want to.”

Zhang Chen felt better after hearing what Xiaoli said. At the same time, he seemed to feel a stone falling to the ground.

Wenwen said: "It's the same here. Qianqian and I have agreed that when funds are tight, workers' wages must be the first priority, so as to retain workers."

Zhang Chen looked at her and said, when you are short of funds, won't you call me?

"No, no, you're not our nanny, and you won't always be nervous. Just once or twice, we can handle it. If you can't handle it, why should you run a factory? Just close it."

What Wenwen didn't tell Zhang Chen was that the reason why they were short of funds was because she and Qianqian bought the factory from He Hongmei. They now have a cooperative relationship with He Hongmei, not a partnership.

At twelve o'clock, the factory got off work, and the workers went to the cafeteria for supper. Zhang Chen remembered that "little girl haggis" who made supper in the evening. Zhang Chen and Xiaoli said let's go, I will take you Go to eat delicious food across Gongchen Bridge.

The three of them walked to the opposite street. As expected, "Little Sister's Haggis" was still open. The three of them chose a table and sat down. Zhang Chen ordered a piece of plain mutton, a piece of lamb scorpion, and a pot of haggis. Soup.

When the haggis soup came, Wenwen quickly scooped up a bowl and placed it in front of Zhang Chen. She smiled and said meaningfully:

"Come on, you need to patch up."

Zhang Chen rolled his eyes at her. Xiaoli didn't know what was going on, so she responded and said, "Yes, boss, you really need to catch up. Ge Ling showed me your speeches. I saw you were so energetic on stage. Oh my god, you are better than me." We are still tired from work.

Wenwen laughed, and Zhang Chen also laughed.

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