Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

Qian Dalong suppressed his smile, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Cheng Cheng: "I agree. I am willing to pay a price in exchange."

The factory manager on the stage stopped talking and looked at the crowd below. He also knew that today was a rare day for the workers to eat as much as they wanted without spending any money, and everyone was already starving and couldn't wait.

He stopped talking and held the microphone to say the last few words, "Today our towel factory is also doing some welfare. We bought a large amount of soda from the soda factory as a welfare for our workers. Everyone line up now. Secretary Zhou is in charge of the soda. You go to Secretary Zhou to line up to get soda! Those who don't want to drink soda can line up to get food!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

"The factory manager is so generous! Oh my! I love the towel factory!!"

"Whoosh, swish--" Some male workers whistled, and the people from the newspaper office took pictures of the workers celebrating.

The workers could not hide their joy and lined up quickly, fearing that there would be too many people and there would be no good stuff left.

Most of the people who came to the stall were queuing up to wait for food. People thought that they could just get a soda and then queue up for the meal, but if they waited any longer, there would be only a few dishes left.

Secretary Zhou looked at the three people at the stall waving their shovels and almost overwhelmed, so he covered his mouth with his hands to make a trumpet shape and shouted loudly: "Those who can't get in line at the back should come and get soda first. You can drink as much as you want after you finish it. Each person can only get one bottle at a time!"

When they said there was unlimited soda, people cheered again. Those who couldn't wait went to get a bottle of soda first, then came back to open it and drink while waiting in line.

Chengcheng and his friends breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that there were not so many people coming and going. They were so tired.

When people see that there are so many dishes, they want to try every one of them, which results in one person often staying at the stall for a long time, and the people in the queue behind him also become impatient.

Secretary Zhou's words attracted the attention of the workers and effectively diverted the flow of people, so there were fewer people at the stall.

……

Qian Dalong looked at Chengcheng beside him as she moved her arms and could tell that she was tired.

He quickly said, "Chunhua, go and have a rest. The two men can do it."

Chengcheng was indeed tired. Even though Zhao Lei had spoiled her in Chejiakou before, she had never been so busy before. It was obvious that her body could not keep up with two men.

Instead of holding on, it’s better to follow the man’s words and take a break. “Then I’ll go take a break.”

"Well, let's go."

Qian Dalong took over her position and continued to serve meals to the workers.

The vegetable cutting chef was too busy to notice these things. Many of the workers who were getting their meals today lined up in front of him because they all knew him.

Compared to the two unfamiliar faces next to them, the workers are more willing to accept the familiar person.

This also resulted in the two lines of people queuing up at Qian Dalong and Cheng Cheng's places being barely comparable to the flow of people at the vegetable cutting master's place.

Qian Dalong was right, it takes two men to take care of so many workers here.

The arms have to keep swinging the spoon, and a girl's strength can easily be exhausted.

Compared to the serious vegetable-cutting chef next to him, Qian Dalong was much less serious. After finishing one person's meal, he secretly turned back to look at Chengcheng.

When Chengcheng noticed it, he quickly turned around and pretended nothing had happened.

It was not until two dishes were almost finished that Qian Dalong found a suitable excuse to call her: "Chunhua, come over and pick me up. I'll go cook two dishes."

"Hey! Here I come."

Chengcheng got up from the stool and walked over, taking the spoon handed to her by the man.

Qian Dalong had wiped the spoon before. Because he was busy just now and his hands were sweating from holding the spoon, he wiped it for her before handing it to the person.

He was afraid that Chunhua would dislike his sweaty hands, and for some reason he wanted to pay attention to his image in front of Chunhua.

The man quickly fried two dishes and poured the steaming dishes into the plates.

After doing all this, he said to Cheng Cheng: "Let me do it, you go and rest."

"it is good."

……

After three full hours of busy work, all the workers, factory leaders, and people from the newspaper office had their meals.

The three of them were completely freed from the mechanical job of serving meals, and Chengcheng was arranged by Qian Dalong to be the most leisurely person among the three.

It's easier than Secretary Zhou who is in charge of soda. After all, there is no limit on the amount of soda and the bottles have to be collected and returned to the soda factory, so Secretary Zhou is also busy and sweating.

The towel factory's activity this time was to get the workers to eat and drink well before starting the performance.

The performances are organized by the person in charge of talent in the factory union, and workers can also sign up to participate.

In order to avoid a bad performance in front of their boss and the newspaper, the group rehearsed for three months. During these three months, they could only gather together for rehearsal when they had a break or after get off work.

There is no time in normal times. Even those who have no foundation at all are afraid that they will hold back the whole team if they rehearse alone for a while during lunch time.

It would be a great honor for them if they could get this opportunity from the factory to be featured in the newspaper.

Not only naked women signed up to perform, men also wanted to sign up.

The union selected ten programs, deleted those with poor performances, and kept those that were pretty good in terms of talent and other aspects.

Chengcheng brought a small stool and sat in front of the stall door, watching the first show that had already started on the stage. Two male workers were performing crosstalk, one was the supporting actor and the other was the funny one.

The story is very funny and the scale is wider than that of modern times. The two male workers are also very open and expose each other's secrets without any modesty.

Seeing Cheng Cheng laughing non-stop, Qian Dalong squatted down and handed her a bottle of soda, cleared his throat and said, "Chunhua, what are you looking at that makes you laugh like that? You must be tired from all the work, come and have a drink of soda."

"Okay, thank you." Chengcheng took it and took a sip. The man gave her a citrus-flavored soda.

It tastes like orange, very refreshing and delicious. I drank the soda while watching the two workers performing on the stage.

Qian Dalong squatted beside her and looked at her with bright eyes.

The pink atmosphere was broken by two people. Secretary Zhou and the vegetable cutting chef came back from the side door of the kitchen after going to the toilet.

Seeing his classmate in this state, Secretary Zhou walked up and kicked him rudely from behind.

"Hey! Xiao Qingcai, you little brat! How dare you kick your grandfather!"

"Da Long! Don't call me by a nickname."

Secretary Zhou rushed over and covered Qian Dalong's mouth. His majestic image in the factory was completely destroyed in the kitchen today.

It was only after Secretary Zhou reminded Qian Dalong that he remembered to say his nickname.

When they turned around, they looked at Chengcheng first, only to find that the woman was looking at them with a smile in her eyes.

In an instant, the guilt I felt towards Zhou Zhiqing disappeared.

Secretary Zhou also noticed that this man had no guilt at all, so he let go of his hand and wiped it on Qian Dalong's body in disgust. His hands had just been washed and were dirty again.

"Hey, Xiao Qingcai! What did you put on me?"