Rebirth 1962: The Beginning of the Angry Fan Qin Huairu

However, Dong Zhichao did not want to let MCA go, but because the transfer of MCA required the signature of He Yuzhu, the real director.

So he self-righteously found Yang Hongwei, thinking that it didn't matter if He Yuzhu didn't have his signature. As long as Director Yang agreed, it would just be a matter of saying a word.

But as soon as he expressed this idea, Yang Hongwei gave him a helpless look.

"Xiao Dong, I didn't transfer you here to let you mess around."

"Go back and think about it carefully. You acted so radically just when He Yuzhu asked for leave. Aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

"But Director, this serious illness needs serious medicine. The cafeteria is too complicated."

"You said that He Yuzhu has messed up everything from daily necessities to pots and pans. I think if we don't tidy it up, something will happen in our cafeteria sooner or later!"

Yang Hongwei was really getting the hang of it this time. He had asked this guy to come here just to give He Yuzhu a warning, but why did this idiot not only not serve as a good mascot, but also attack the cafeteria?

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? The cafeteria can just continue to operate according to the original model. You don't need to make too many changes."

"As for the MCA side, you can't touch this person. Do you understand?"

When Dong Zhichao saw that Yang Hongwei was angry, he nodded and smiled apologetically, "Director, please don't be angry. I was a little anxious because I was ignorant. Don't worry, I will reflect on it when I return. Please don't be angry with me."

Seeing his cautious look, Yang Hongwei softened his tone and waved his hand, saying, "Okay, I understand that you want to achieve some results when you first come here, but you can't be too eager for success."

"After all, this job is not something that can be accomplished overnight. You need to calm down before making a decision. Now, get back to work."

Dong Zhichao carefully wrote down what Yang Hongwei said in his notebook, then he nodded and left the office under Yang Hongwei's helpless gaze.

But although he spoke nicely to Yang Hongwei on the surface, when he returned he started to wonder if his work had not met Yang Hongwei's expectations.

So today, Director Yang criticized him for being too radical on the surface, but in fact he was blaming him for not doing enough?

The more Dong Zhichao thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, so he started writing an activity plan that night. It was not until dawn the next day that he tiredly lay down on his desk and took a nap.

"We workers have power, hey, we workers have power..."

Dong Zhichao was awakened by the music playing from the loudspeaker. He glanced at the time and saw that it was already eight o'clock, so he took his notebook and walked to the nearest canteen.

However, when he thought of Yang Hongwei's attitude yesterday, Dong Zhichao turned around and walked towards the third canteen. He felt that Ma Hua must be related to Yang Hongwei, otherwise why would Yang Hongwei be so supportive of him?

Moreover, Ma Hua was so arrogant and domineering, he must have something to rely on, so Dong Zhichao decided in his heart that he could only curry favor with Ma Hua and never offend him.

But when he arrived at the third cafeteria, he was dumbfounded, because there was no one in the cafeteria.

"Where are you? It's already so late and you haven't come to work yet?"

At this time, a cafeteria employee happened to walk in leisurely. When Dong Zhichao saw him, he hurried forward and asked, "Where is Qiu Fengjiao? Why hasn't he come to work yet?"

"Oh, our third brother asked for leave today because of toothache."

"What about the others? Do the others also have toothaches?"

"No, a few have stomachaches, a few have old ladies giving birth, and a few have things to do today."

Dong Zhichao was overwhelmed when he heard this. Wasn’t this a deliberate attempt to intimidate him?

If this delays the employees' lunch time, I will be in big trouble.

So Dong Zhichao turned around and ran to the cafeteria. Fortunately, some people were still there, so Dong Zhichao no longer had time to care about the "bitter memory meal" plan.

"Captain Jin, can you transfer a few people from your squad?"

"Transfer people?"

"There is no idle person in our class. What's going on? Is there a shortage of people in some class?"

"Don't even mention it. The guys in the third cafeteria are deliberately making trouble and not coming. Do you think they can afford it if it delays the employees' meals?"

"That's absolutely unacceptable, but we don't have any idle people in the cafeteria, how about you report this matter?"

Dong Zhichao looked at Jin Dafa with a playful look on his face, and was so angry that he pointed at his nose and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Finally, he had to run to Li Huaide's office, but when he took Li Huaide to the third canteen to check the situation, he found that all the workers in the third canteen were busy cooking.

Li Huaide didn't give him a good face when he saw this. "Xiao Dong, you should be realistic when doing things, and you can't always make wild guesses!"

"Okay, don't come to me casually if you don't have anything to do."

"Deputy Director Li, I~"

But Li Huaide had already walked away in anger. Dong Zhichao turned around angrily and shouted, "What do you mean? What do you mean by this?"

Qiu Fengjiao pretended to be puzzled and asked: "What's wrong, Deputy Director? Is it wrong for us to do our job?"

"You, didn't you ask for leave because of toothache?"

"No!"

"When I came that morning, someone said you were on leave because of toothache."

"Who said that? You can ask him to come out and confront him. Anyway, I didn't say it myself."

Dong Zhichao hurriedly identified everyone one by one, but he couldn't find the person from this morning. He turned around and stared at Sang Biao with an angry face.

"I see you don't want to retire, do you?"

Sang Biao chopped the kitchen knife directly on the chopping board. "Oh, you are so angry, why didn't you brush your teeth?"

"You, say it again, do you know what you are doing?"

"You are maliciously attacking leading cadres."

Sang Biao cursed with a cold face: "Shit, are you born in the year of the dog? When did I do that?"

"You, don't come over."

"If you dare to delay my retirement, I will kill your whole family."

As Sang Biao spoke, he picked up a kitchen knife and pointed it at Dong Zhichao viciously. The reason why he dared to do this was because Ma Hua had already passed the message to him.

Dong Zhichao shuddered with fear, left a harsh word and ran out of the third canteen. He felt that he had to produce results quickly, otherwise, without the approval of the leaders, he would not be able to stay in the canteen at all.

So Dong Zhichao didn't care about anything else and simply dug a handful of soil from the roadside and ran to a canteen with it.

It happened that a canteen was cooking cornmeal porridge at that time, and Dong Zhichao threw the handful of soil into the pot without thinking.

"What are you doing? How can you waste food like this?"

Facing the canteen staff's questioning, Dong Zhichao replied as if it was a matter of course: "Remember the bitter past and think of the sweet present. When we were in trouble, we had to eat even rotten rice, not to mention this kind of food."

"But this is good food. Can you still eat it if you sprinkle dirt with motor oil on it?"

Dong Zhichao was very angry at the moment, so he didn't care about the engine oil or not. He pushed the person who was cooking porridge away, went up and started stirring it with a big spoon.

"You guys have had too many good days. Today I must remind you of how you lived through hard times."

Jin Dafa rushed over and took a look, but simply ignored him. After all, so many people at the scene saw it, and if something happened, it was all the responsibility of that bastard Dong Zhichao.

So at noon, Dong Zhichao personally stood at the food window and watched those people send back the food that was covered with sand.

But within five minutes, someone ran to the window with a lunch box and started questioning.

"How do you cook in your cafeteria? There's sand in the rice. How can we eat it?"

"Yeah, why are you doing this right after Director He asked for leave? Don't you want to do this anymore?"

This time, the people serving the food did not argue, but all looked at Dong Zhichao.

Dong Zhichao didn't expect that the employees at the main factory had such bad tempers, because if it were at their third branch factory, no one would dare to curse in front of him like that!

But now seeing more and more people making a fuss, Dong Zhichao had no choice but to step forward and explain: "Everyone calm down first, there is sand in the rice. It may be that our cafeteria did not clean it cleanly."

"Don't worry, I will criticize them later and ask them to be more careful next time."

The people in the cafeteria are not happy with this. Why should they be blamed when you do something bad and things go wrong?

"You're talking nonsense. It was you who was the one who had to endure the hardship and then threw a handful of sand into the pot. How can you say we didn't clean it?"

This was like stirring up a hornet's nest, and the already angry workers instantly became anxious.

"Damn it, you're messing with us right after you get here. Come here and explain yourself."

Some even threw the contents of their lunch boxes directly at Dong Zhichao. When Jin Dafa saw that the situation was not good, he quickly asked all the canteen staff to evacuate.

Dong Zhichao was just about to leave, but someone threw a brick at him and knocked him down into the food window.

The scene was now in complete chaos, but by the time the security department arrived, everyone had already left without a trace. Only Dong Zhichao was sitting at the cafeteria window, covering his head and crying.