Chapter 361

In the workshop, the lights are still shining. These days, the workers roll up their sleeves and work hard. The approximate year-end bonus has been calculated. In short, it is a very high figure!

How high is it? Equivalent to two months' salary! That's just a bonus. Now, the North heavy truck factory is a good unit that everyone envies. Although it has broken the big pot, it may be fired at any time, and it is no longer an iron rice bowl, but the treatment is quite high and enviable.

He Ri Bala walks slowly on the production line. His task every day is to supervise and coordinate the production progress, see if there is any shortage of parts and make up urgently. Never delay the production of heavy trucks!

Next to him, ocean Ma Sandra also carefully looked at the production records of the factory. Now she has fully integrated into this role.

In the music country, she doesn't have such a high status. She came to the Han country. Now she feels very good, especially He Ri bala.

"Have you heard that there is trouble outside the factory today?" just then, a slight voice came to my ears.

One day Balaton frowned.

"Yes, it's said that the steering engine broke down, the car crashed, and there was a car of goods. What a pity."

"The driver must be a novice when the directional machine breaks down. He had an accident on the first trip and wanted to falsely accuse our factory."

"What are you talking about?" at this time, he ribala had come to them.

In the workshop, you can't communicate freely, which will affect your work and distract you. However, on the night shift, some people still have a fluke mentality, just like now.

"Everyone buckles ten." he ribala's face is very black. These people used to communicate in a low voice while installing tires with air guns. Who could have thought that they met he ribala.

They shut up quickly and no one dared to speak.

"You, come here and repeat what you just said."

"No, I won't. I still want my bonus," said the worker.

He ribala used to be a very kind person, but now, if you want to lead the production of the whole heavy truck, you must be a black faced Baogong.

So the worker could only speak slowly.

"Where is the driver?" he ribala asked.

"It should still be outside," said the worker. "When I went to the canteen to eat at night, I heard them say they were still coming."

One day Barak strode out.

"Darling, what are you doing?" the ocean horse asked quickly when he saw that Bala was leaving.

"Go out."

"I'll go with you."

"No, you find the person in charge of quality inspection, check the quality of our current steering machine and make a test," he ribala said.

There are still many problems in the whole factory. I don't know when something like this happens! When Barak was angry.

Maybe the driver had a problem because he made a mistake and wanted to come to the factory to blackmail people, but at the same time, there was another situation, that is, there was a real problem with his own direction machine.

In the past, the steering machines were self-produced, but because their production capacity was not available, they also purchased a batch. At that time, it was the project in the charge of factory director Wang, so they didn't intervene.

If there is really something wrong with these directional machines, something big will happen!

Everyone stands at a different angle.

During the day, factory director Sun and them all look at it from their own point of view. In their eyes, it must be the driver's fault and come to blackmail money.

However, he ribala doesn't think so. He ribala comes from the bottom. He knows better what his heavy truck represents.

For the factory, with such a large output, one car is nothing at all, and there are thousands of cars every month. However, for the user, a heavy truck is the hope of his family and the whole family. If this heavy truck has an accident, the whole family will be doomed.

Therefore, the quality of each heavy truck must be ensured without any quality problems!

Now, is it really a quality problem? I want to talk to the driver myself.

Someday Bala strode out, but there was still a long way to go from here to the gate.

At the gate, the dim light shines on the closed gate. At the gate, Wu Lei is exhausted and desperate.

What shall we do?

All day long, no one came to receive him. No one cared about him. What should he do?

In this era, there are no consumer associations. Even if there are, it is useless. He also knows that people do not fight with officials. If they want to fight a lawsuit, they must not win. He doesn't even have money to fight a lawsuit.

Now he is desperate.

Next to him, Xiao Liu was also exhausted and growled in his stomach. However, Xiao Liu did not dare to go back to the factory. There was no result. How can he explain to the factory leaders when he went back? How much is that cart of mutton!

Most of the other people left. It was freezing outside. Most of them went back to the small hotel.

"Creak, creak." just then, there was a sound of cycling outside.

They're coming this way.

Who's here?

Wu Lei doesn't know.

"Who is Wu Lei?" just then, they had approached and a man shouted.

Xiao Liu raised his head and looked at the visitor. Suddenly, his eyes were full of fear. The shouting man was old four, a thug under brother Xue! This man, I heard he was cruel.

The factory is too dark to find these gangsters!

Xiao Liu quickly shook his head: "not me, not me."

"That's you!" the fourth grabbed Xiao Liu: "go, you bastard, dare to make trouble here! Teach you a hard lesson!"

Wu Lei also realized something. He used both hands and feet and began to resist. However, five or six young people came up and severely restrained him. He was dragged out.

Wu Lei wanted to shout. As soon as he opened his mouth, something was stuffed into his mouth and he couldn't shout out.

Xiao Liu's eyes are full of fear. What do these people want to do to Wu Lei?

He could only watch Wu Lei dragged into the darkness, leaving broken footprints and countless bicycle ruts on the ground.

The snow is still falling.

Call the police. You have to call the police. Won't anyone die? He was at a loss. He wanted to knock on the door and let the security guard out, but would others come out? Maybe they found those little gangsters!

Go to the police station and call the police? The police station is far from here!

Just then, footsteps came from inside.