Chapter 770

Zhang Fengyu watched the man leave the yard, walked around the yard for two times, and then walked into the processing workshop with a gas mask.

In fact, many villagers come in at ordinary times. After all, what's going on here is no secret to the villagers of Zhaojia village, so Zhang Fengyu didn't take this man to heart, because he came to find someone.

……

Zhang Fengyu put out the cigarette end in his hand, and then walked into the production workshop with a gas mask.

In fact, gas masks are very important for workers in the workshop for a long time, because after all, you face things with drugs most of the time every day. Even if you are careful, you will inevitably inhale one part of your nose. This part may be OK in a short time, but if you inhale it for a long time, I wonder if I can give you an addiction.

So as long as the workers in this workshop wear a gas mask on their faces, the whole workshop feels like a fucking biochemical crisis scene.

Zhang Fengyu wandered around the workshop and shouted to the village head Zhao Dabiao.

"Wind and rain, what's the matter?" Zhao Dabiao took off his gas mask and looked at Zhang wind and rain with a smile and asked.

"Uncle Zhao, you'll ask the workers to let go of their work later. I have something to tell them..."

In addition to loving the whole couple, Zhao Dabiao is really a good worker and has a good character. Therefore, Zhang Fengyu is very polite to Zhao Dabiao after getting along with him for so long.

"Yes!" Zhao Dabiao nodded heavily, then ran to the workshop and shouted at the top of his voice, "let's listen first. Manager Zhang has something to say..."

Two minutes later, the workers took down the anti-virus noodles and looked at Zhang Fengyu in front of the workshop.

"Cough..." Zhang Fengyu cleared his throat, then looked at the workers and said, "in fact, it's no big deal. We've made this batch of goods for nearly a week. People have been urging the goods in the south, so I think everyone should work harder. Let's finish it today and save trouble..."

After Zhang Fengyu's words, the workers at the bottom were silent, because everyone understood what Zhang Fengyu meant by this. In short, he worked overtime tonight and didn't rest.

"Why? Why no one talks? Don't you like to work overtime?" Zhang Fengyu asked with a smile.

"..." no one spoke at the bottom.

"Well, just now, President Wei and I also studied it. As long as we can finish the goods tonight, I will give you a holiday. The shortest holiday is one month, and the longest may be a lifetime..."

After Zhang Fengyu said this, there was a voice at last, and everyone muttered in a puzzled whisper.

"Why? Our factory quit?"

At this time, a middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fengyu and asked.

"What's the matter? It's just something. We may stop production for a while..."

After Zhang Fengyu's words, the discussion below became louder. What does the sentence of stopping production mean, that is, they may have no place to make money. After all, all the workers here rely on this factory to maintain their home life, and this factory is their only source of livelihood.

"All right, don't study JB..." Zhang Fengyu saw that the discussion under him was getting louder and louder, shouted irritably, and then said: "even if you have a holiday, the salary will be open as usual. Then you can ask Uncle Zhao for money. If you have a month's holiday, you will be given a month's salary, and if you have a year's holiday, you will be given a year's salary..."

"True or false?" someone shouted at the bottom.

"I'm so fucking old that I can still tease you?" Zhang Fengyu replied speechlessly, and then asked with a smile, "is it a problem to add a class tonight?"

"No problem, no problem..." the workers shouted happily in an instant.

It's a good thing to give money on holidays. Who meets who doesn't fucking laugh.

"Come on, don't shout JB if you don't mind. It's not easy to order the goods. You've been fucking sucked into your stomach. We'll work overtime tonight. When shall we finish the goods and get off work?" Zhang Fengyu slapped in front of his nose with a gas mask and shouted with a smile.

"Ha ha..." the workers at the bottom burst into laughter, and then they all put on masks and went to do what they should do.

Zhang Fengyu saw the workers scattered, stood in place for a while, and then went outside the workshop with a mask.

"Wind and rain!"

At this time, Zhao Dabiao caught up, looked at Zhang Fengyu with a smile and shouted.

"What happened to Uncle Zhao?"

"That what..." Zhao Dabiao felt a little ready to talk and stop.

"Uncle Zhao, if you have anything to say, it's all old men. Are you suitable for me?" Zhang Fengyu said speechless.

"Ha ha..." Zhao Dabiao scratched his head and smiled. Then he whispered, "uncle, I want to ask if what you just said is true?"

"What is true?" Zhang Fengyu made Zhao Dabiao confused.

"That's what you said about paid vacation..."

"Ah!" Zhang Fengyu suddenly realized, then looked at Zhao Dabiao and said, "Uncle Zhao, come out with me..."

Zhao Dabiao hurriedly followed Zhang Fengyu.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Dabiao and Zhang Fengyu walked into Wei Yiwen's office.

"Do we still have cash?"

Zhang Fengyu shouted at Wei Yiwen after entering the house.

"Yes, I haven't taken the cash from the South last time..." Wei Yiwen returned.

"Ah..." Zhang Fengyu promised, then looked at Wei Yiwen and asked, "how much more?"

"You want money?"

"No, I said if you had enough, you would give uncle Zhao 300000..." Zhang Fengyu said carelessly while sitting on the sofa.

"..." Wei Yiwen looked back at Zhao Dabiao, and then walked directly in the safe without saying a word.

"Bang!"

Wei Yiwen kicked open the safe very simply and rudely, then took out a bag of cash and put it on the table. Looking at Zhao Dabiao, he asked, "why, something happened at home?"

"No......" Zhao Dabiao asked Wei Yiwen a little flustered.

"Then why do you want money?" Wei Yiwen was a little confused.

"Grass, it's not that he wants to borrow money. It's not that our factory will stop production soon. I want to get some money for uncle Zhao first, and then let the workers have a little bottom of mind. I think our factory is yellow..." Zhang Fengyu explained wordlessly.

"I can't even fucking understand. I thought Lao Zhao had something to do!" Wei Yiwen scolded irritably.

"It's all right..." Zhao Dabiao said with a smile.

"Just take the money and send it to the workers by month..." Wei Yiwen pushed the money bag in front of Zhao Dabiao.

Zhao Dabiao looked at the cash in front of him and was silent. Then he bit his lips and looked at Wei Yiwen.

"What are you waiting for? It's too little?" Wei Yiwen joked with a smile.

"No, Mr. Wei, is something wrong with our factory?" Zhao Dabiao asked in a low voice.

"Ha ha..." Wei Yiwen patted Zhao Dabiao on the shoulder, then smiled and explained: "nothing, you don't have to think much..."

"That's nothing. Why did you stop production? Isn't it the peak of demand?" Zhao Dabiao asked with a stubborn expression.

"...." Wei Yiwen looked at Zhao Dabiao and said in a low voice: "In fact, there's nothing wrong. Isn't there something wrong in our city a while ago? The leaders at the top have changed, so let me restrain a little. You say we can't restrain this thing. I think we'd better stop for a while, and then wait for the limelight to pass, and we'll continue..."

"Is this what general Ye means?" Zhao Dabiao asked with a frown.

"Why, don't you believe me?" Wei Yiwen asked with a smile.

"That doesn't matter. Just do it. Just do it..." Zhao Dabiao patted his chest and breathed a sigh.

"Ha ha..." Wei Yiwen looked at Zhao Dabiao and smiled without talking.

In fact, compared with Wei Yiwen and others, Zhao Dabiao has deeper feelings for the factory. First of all, he eats by this. The factory is gone. He even has a problem with his life, not to mention his current life. He can't even compare with ordinary farmers. Moreover, Zhao Dabiao spent almost most of his life in the factory. Who doesn't have any feelings, regardless of the problem of money ！

Ten minutes later, Zhao Dabiao left Wei Yiwen's office with the money bag in his arms.

……

In a small forest next to the zhaojiacun factory.

"What's going on over there?" a middle-aged man in civilian clothes sat in the car and looked at the young man beside him.

"Just now our people went in and said that there were workers producing..." the young man replied expressionless.

"Bata Bata..."

The middle-aged man tapped the lighter on his hand, then turned to look at the man on the back seat and asked, "are you sure there's someone inside?"

"Yes!" the man nodded very definitely.

"Is the workshop in?" the middle-aged man then asked.

"I didn't go in. Those people were very vigilant. They kicked me out as soon as I entered the yard..." the man replied.

"..." the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then dialed a telephone number.

"Hello, mayor fan!"

After the phone was connected, the middle-aged man shouted very politely.

"Yes."

The conversation was lukewarm and agreed.

"Our people will squat here for two days. I think it's almost time to do it..."

"Make sure everything is safe. None of the people inside can run..." Mayor fan returned very calmly.

"Understand!" the middle-aged man nodded and then put his cell phone.

"Captain, when shall we do it?" the young man next to the middle-aged man saw the middle-aged man put down the phone and asked.

"..." the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then turned back and asked again, "are you sure someone is?"

"Well, there must be someone, but I don't know what he's doing," replied the man in the back seat.

"Forget it, forget it, do it at 12 o'clock in the evening!" the middle-aged man shouted with his teeth.