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The Latiao Factory was built, and another worker was added. It can be said that the Latiao Factory is basically on the right track!

Du Ruo no longer has to stare at her every day, she has her own office.

Of the 20 educated youths, fifteen became workers in the hot strip factory, and the remaining five
Du Ruo had other plans.

One month after moving into the hot strip factory, it was finally time to pay wages.

In the past month, the hot strip factory has been selling well, with a profit of up to 4000 yuan. Du Ruo, the factory manager, received a monthly salary of 100 yuan, and the old branch secretary was 90 yuan less than Du Ruo.

Ordinary workers get 40 yuan a month.

Sales team leaders like Zhou Zhen and Chen Min received 50 yuan.

When Du Ruo and the old branch secretary handed the money to the workers, the workers all had expressions of disbelief.

This salary is too high, right?
And, more importantly, the hot strip factory has just started!

It is said that their wages are linked to the profit of the spicy strip factory, and the more spicy strips the spicy strip factory sells, the more money they get.

Therefore, the workers in the factory consciously work overtime, wishing to use one day as two days, and they are still very angry if they are not allowed to work overtime.

After the workers were shocked, they were delighted;

"Oh, our family has worked so hard for a year, but we can't earn so much!"

"Yeah, 40 yuan a month, no wonder everyone wants to be a worker!"

"I don't know how to spend the 40 yuan?"

The villagers held four brand-new cards of the Great Unity, looked left and right, and laughed so hard that they couldn't see their teeth.

Even the educated youths were excited.

Many workers in Beijing don’t have 40 yuan a month. They come to this valley, but they can get higher wages than workers in Beijing. Who will believe this?
Du Ruo looked at the crowd with a smile, and asked loudly, "Are you happy to get your salary?"

Everyone immediately cheered happily, "Happy! Happy!"

"Okay," Du Ruo said happily, "Then let's get off work early today."

When Du Ruo said that he would leave work early, the workers were not happy.

"Director, I'm going to criticize you for this. What time is it? You have to get off work at six o'clock. We still have so much work to do!"

"That's right, I'm not tired of working until twelve o'clock in the evening!"

"With the money, I'm full of energy now, and I just want to work!"

When Du Ruo heard this, he felt a toothache. If the later generations of capitalists who said '996 is a blessing' heard the words of these workers, they would die of joy!

Du Ruo couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "There's so much work, we can't finish it in one day. We need to combine work with rest, work, and life!"

"Okay, I'm in charge, get off work!"

The workers had no choice but to say regretfully, "That's fine, listen to the factory manager."

But after all, it was a happy thing to pay wages, and the workers walked out of the factory gate in twos and threes.

When these workers returned home, they told their family members that they were all blown up.

What?A monthly salary of 40 yuan?

Is this higher than the wages of workers in the county?

Doesn't this mean that Niujiawan is better than the city?
Many villagers heard that the spicy strip factory had paid wages, and they all went to acquaintances to inquire.

I heard that after paying 40 yuan in wages, all the villagers became restless.

Someone immediately went to the old party secretary's house.

A silver-haired old woman in a patch coat was sitting at the door of the old party secretary's house, crying while patting her thighs.

"Old party secretary, you know how difficult my family is. Seeing that my dog ​​is over [-] years old and hasn't married a wife yet, I won't have the face to see his father when I die!"

"Old branch secretary, please take pity on our mother and wife, let me work in the factory."

"Gouzi and I will remember your great kindness, and Gouzi's father is below, and he will also be grateful to you."

The old party secretary frowned and looked at Mrs. Wei who was sitting at the door, crying and fussing, and said unhappily,

"How old are you? What can you do in a factory?"

"Besides, whether you can enter the factory or not is up to Director Du, and I have no control over it!"

"Why don't you care?" Mrs. Wei was unconvinced, and wiped her tears with her sleeve, "You are the branch secretary, and you are older than the educated youth official Du, so you can control her."

"She is an educated youth from the city, how can she be the master of our Niujiawan?"

When the old party secretary heard this, he was unhappy, "Why are you talking?"

"Didn't I tell you before? We can't open this hot strip factory without Du Zhiqing!"

"Our Niujiawan has a good day today, all thanks to Du Zhiqing, don't say bad things about her, let Du Zhiqing listen to it, how chilling."

Mrs. Wei had no choice but to shut up. Seeing that the old branch secretary refused to agree to her plea, she began to cry again.

"God, it's useless to be a mother. You are already thirty and you can't get a wife back for you. What's the point of your mother's life?"

"Mother might as well be dead, mother is sorry for you, sorry for your father!"

Du Ruo, who happened to come to discuss matters with the old branch secretary, happened to see this scene.

Listening to Mrs. Wei's words about her before made Du Ruo feel a little chilled, but what the old branch secretary said later warmed her heart.

Forget it, she's not RMB, so she can't make everyone like her.

When the old branch secretary was feeling helpless, he suddenly saw Du Ruo walking over.

The old branch secretary subconsciously glanced at Mrs. Wei, and said to himself: I'm glad.

Du Ruo probably didn't hear what Mrs. Wei said before, right?

The old branch secretary carefully observed the expression on Du Ruo's face, and found that her expression was gentle, no different from usual, so he was relieved.

"Du Ruo," the old branch secretary warmly greeted, "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat some more at my house?"

Du Ruo refused with a smile, "I've already eaten, I came to you to discuss other matters with you."

"Oh," the old branch secretary nodded, "OK."

Du Ruo didn't even look at Mrs. Wei who was kneeling on the ground.

Seeing Du Ruo, Mrs. Wei was excited. When Du Ruo passed by her, she hugged Du Ruo's thigh and began to cry:
"Director Du, take pity on me~"

"My man died early, and I managed to bring up my dog, but seeing that he is already thirty, and he still has every daughter-in-law, I feel sorry for his father!"

"I can't let the Li family cut off the incense from Gouzi!"

"I can't be a sinner of the Li family!"

Du Ruo's eyes showed impatience, she disliked this kind of selfless woman the most.

Although their self-sacrificing touch can easily arouse people's sympathy, but at the same time, their behavior of degrading themselves into the dust makes Du Ruo even more disgusted and angry.

Du Ruo was condescending, looking coldly at Mrs. Wei's old face that looked like dead bark, her big rough hands, and her patched clothes.

Du Ruo's tone was cold, "Let go!"

"Don't let go," Mrs. Wei hugged Du Ruo tightly, "If you don't agree, I won't let go."

Du Ruo was about to forcefully pull Mrs. Wei away, but unexpectedly the old party secretary said, "What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

The old branch secretary pointed at Mrs. Wei angrily, "Look at what you look like now?"

"You hurry up and let me go."

"I'm not loose," said Mrs. Wei in a loud voice, "If my son can't marry a wife, what's the point of my life?"

"As long as you give me a job, I will let go immediately."