Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

The driver slammed on the brakes, stuck his head out of the window and cursed: "Fuck, you f*cking Yang Delong, are you going to die?"

Yang Delong got into the driver's seat, pulled out the car key, and threw it into the woods.

"Hey, if you have something to say, just say it nicely. Why are you trying to snatch the keys?" The driver was very annoyed.

Yang Delong ignored him, walked up to Wang Gaoyuan, and asked coldly, "Director Wang, what are you doing?"

Seeing the factory protection team appear, Wang Gaoyuan's face suddenly froze and he cursed, "Yang Delong, what do you mean by this? The sale of this batch of obsolete equipment was decided by the factory leadership team, and you are still blocking it. Are you trying to fool me?"

"The leadership's decision is meaningless. Have they asked the 2,000 employees in the factory? Have we agreed?"

Yang Delong put his hands on his waist and said, "In order to please the leaders and get promoted, you sell off your father's land without any regrets, sell off state-owned assets at a low price, and let the capitalists enrich themselves. As long as I live, I will not agree to this!"

"Yang Delong, you are unorganized and undisciplined! Get out of the way!" Wang Gaoyuan cursed angrily.

Song Zhilan asked suspiciously, "Director Wang, what's going on?"

Wang Gaoyuan looked embarrassed and didn't have time to explain.

Yang Delong on the opposite side said loudly: "Deputy Director Song, let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Delong. I used to be the chief engineer of the factory. I installed and debugged the first production line that was specially approved by General Manager Zhou from Watsons in Hong Kong!"

"Hello, Chief Engineer Yang!" Song Zhilan had also seen big scenes before, so she smiled and was not panicked at all.

“I’m not the chief engineer now.”

Yang Delong waved his hand and said, "I am old now, so I will give up my position to the younger generation. I will retire honorably and make full use of my remaining energy as an instructor of the militia company's factory protection team."

Song Zhilan nodded and said with a smile: "Chief Engineer Yang, you still pay attention to style. I wonder what you want when you bring people to block the road?"

"Director Song, let's not speak in secret."

Yang Delong stiffened his neck and said, "I don't agree to sell this batch of obsolete equipment to that Hewan Brigade Youth Food Cooperative!"

Wang Gaoyuan was so angry that his face turned red, and he cursed: "Fuck your great-grandmother, Yang Delong, it's useless if you don't agree! Who are you trying to scare with a fire stick? If you dare, come here and hit me!"

He patted his chest.

"This factory was built 50 years ago. We started from scratch. It was earned penny by penny by three and a half generations of employees. Every nail and screw is the result of everyone's hard work."

Yang Delong glanced at the factory protection team and said, "Not only do I disagree, but everyone else disagrees, right?"

"disagree!"

"How can we sell the country's products to black-hearted capitalists?"

Behind him there were bursts of sounds of gun bolts being pulled, and the young men in the factory protection team shouted together.

Several others loaded their guns, raised them, and pointed the black muzzles at Song Zhilan, Lin Zhengjun and the others.

"Director Wang, don't say such harsh words. If you have the guts, drive the truck away right now and see if I dare to shoot you."

A young man pointed a gun at Wang Gaoyuan, his eyes fierce, and fanned the flames: "Shoot? You don't dare to do it anymore! You don't want to say harsh words anymore? Wang Gaoyuan, you think you are so great just because you are a factory director. You dare to challenge the workers? You dare to go against the people?"

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhengjun couldn't believe it and felt a little numb.

He knew that the working class was very powerful in that era, and the security guard dared to slam the table in the face of the factory director.

But now, he realized that his understanding of this era was not clear and profound enough.

If provoked, the working class would dare to point a gun at the factory director’s head!

"Let me introduce them. They are the armed militia factory protection team in the Arctic Ocean."

Yang Delong said gloomily: "Whoever dares to take the equipment away, whoever dares to be an accomplice, they can shoot with the legitimate reason of protecting the factory assets. If you die, you will be criminals, and they will be martyrs and model workers. Oh, it's glorious!"

Factories were more valued than production teams, and allocating ammunition to defend factories was a common phenomenon in that era.

There was dead silence.

Even Wang Gaoyuan was stunned. He was speechless and didn't say anything for a long time.

Song Zhilan's face also turned pale, and she took a step back in shock.

During the special decade, some workers beat factory leaders to death.

Seeing this, Lin Zhengjun stood up and said with a smile: "I am talking about the black-hearted capitalist you mentioned. Are you willing to listen to me?"

Yang Delong glanced at him with disdain and ignored him.

"Come on, Uncle Yang, fellow workers, have a cigarette, calm down, and let's talk it over!"

Lin Zhengjun took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and gave them to Yang Delong.

Yang Delong pushed him away. This was just a lack of respect. He didn't want to listen to any of your nonsense.

But the few members of the factory protection team at the back couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious cigarettes, so they took them, lit them up, and started smoking happily.

The useless guy was stunned by the sugar-coated bullet.

Yang Delong glared at them angrily and looked at the cunning guy Lin Zhengjun warily.

There were more than a dozen people at the scene, and Lin Zhengjun had two packs of cigarettes in his bag, otherwise there wouldn't be enough cigarettes to distribute.

Brothers who smoke or not all know a rule: if you want to distribute cigarettes, you must give them to everyone present. Otherwise, those who are not given cigarettes will think that you look down on them.

After passing around a circle of cigarettes, Lin Zhengjun calmly walked towards the crowd and said with a smile: "I understand everyone's feelings. The factory is your home, and you should cherish the state-owned assets that you have not easily obtained!"

"You all should know that this batch of obsolete equipment was originally intended to be sold to a state-owned material recycling station as scrap!"

"But Director Wang Gaoyuan wanted to gain benefits for the factory and everyone, so he increased the price by 50% when selling it to me. Alas, our cooperative is also very poor, which puts a lot of pressure on me!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. They never expected that Wang Gaoyuan would actually raise the price. Wasn't he trying to please his boss?

Wang Gaoyuan took out the contract and showed it to everyone, and was filled with admiration.

Lin Zhengjun is such a smart guy, he can predict the future.

Lin Zhengjun spent an extra 3000 yuan, but it made the transaction reasonable and he would not be opposed by the workers.

After reading the contract, several members of the factory protection team immediately changed their attitude and said, "Coach Yang, let's forget it!"

"We didn't sell it as scrap. We even made an extra 3000 yuan!"

"Don't be fooled by him, you stupid guys!" Yang Delong said with his neck stiff.

"Why? How could we be cheated by him? Didn't our factory make a profit?" Everyone was puzzled.

"The factory sells second-hand equipment to a state-owned material purchasing station, which can then refurbish and sell it to other canning manufacturers. That may not be a 50% profit, but may be two or three times as much. Although these profits do not belong to us, they belong to the country!"

Yang Delong's face was extremely serious: "And now, even if the factory increases the price by 50% and sells it to this kid, he is still taking advantage of the country. If he goes to the material procurement station to buy second-hand equipment, he will definitely spend several times more money!"

"What Wang Gaoyuan did was to blatantly open a backdoor, sacrifice the interests of the country, curry favor with his superiors, and get promoted and make money."

Lin Zhengjun looked at him in disbelief.

Do you need to be so serious?

State-owned material purchasing stations refurbish second-hand equipment for sale? How naive!

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this old guy was trying to make trouble for him or was truly trying to safeguard the interests of the country!

"Our cooperative was even featured in the People's Daily."

Lin Zhengjun took out the People's Daily from his bag, stuffed it into Yang Delong's pocket and said, "Read this report and you will know our situation!"