Difficult to return

"Manager Lu, what do you think of the precision? Can it meet your customer's requirements?" The worker took out the newly made part from the lathe and showed it to Lu Mingchen. "Manager Lu..."

Lu Mingchen came back to his senses, only said "wait a while" and left.

But he didn't go far, and went to the boring machine workshop next door.

"The craft of boring is to drill a hole in the middle of a large piece, so it's understandable, little boss." While speaking, the man put his hand on Song Shuhua's shoulder.He is the team leader of this workshop, surnamed Wu.

Song Shuhua's back was obviously stiff, and he tried to lean aside, but the arm chased him, pulled him back, and carried him to the side of the large piece on the boring machine: "Let me demonstrate to you, you help me pull down the ruler , Find a knife point."

"Hey, the tape is crooked." He held Song Shuhua's hand, straightened the tape, stuck the workpiece on the boring machine, and led him back to the operating table, "I just told you about the operating table, please repeat it. I see if you remember."

The weather is very hot, there is no air conditioner in the workshop, the sound of the big electric fan whirring and the sound of various processing equipment running are intertwined, causing headaches.What made Song Shuhua even more uncomfortable was the smell of hot sweat on the body of the man beside him, and the smell of garlic in his mouth when he approached.

Sweat rolled down his temples, he just wanted to quickly get familiar with the specific details of this workshop and leave as soon as possible.He stammered and repeated the functions of the buttons on the console, made mistakes several times, and the other party corrected him several times.

"It's not bad. You cultural people learn these things very quickly. Next, I'll teach you how to operate them." The other party slapped his ass while talking, and looked at him with a naked look.

Song Shuhua's face turned red immediately, his brain was quickly congested, and his disgust reached its peak.

The man was too close to him. He wanted to run, but he couldn't move his legs. He felt like he was standing in a quagmire, wrapped in mud and unable to break free.Then he saw the hand that sickened him rise again, as if to touch his face.Song Shuhua, who was on guard, avoided it, but the other party did not give up, and raised his hand again: "Come here..."

"Gong Wu," Lu Mingchen, who appeared suddenly, grabbed the wrist and stared at him sternly, "The batch of documents returned by the customer yesterday was found to be a problem with your link. Go to the warehouse to get it."

The surname Wu is not tall but very strong. When he stared at Lu Mingchen viciously, he had a gangster look on him.

Lu Mingchen wasn't afraid of him: "It's the second time this month. The client didn't ask us to pay compensation, otherwise your workshop will be fined. If you want to continue working here, put away your dirty thoughts and work hard."

His voice was not low, and everyone else in the workshop stretched their necks to watch.The face surnamed Wu was flushed, staring at Lu Mingchen as he gritted his teeth.Song Shuhua next to him was a little panicked. Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, he wondered if he should go find his father...

"I'm going to pick up the package and take my hand away."

The one surnamed Wu cursed and walked away.Lu Mingchen didn't say anything, returned to the lathe workshop, and continued to measure the accuracy of the finished product.Song Shuhua silently followed behind him, standing beside him when he was talking to the workers.

After confirming the details, Lu Mingchen returned to the office with a few bags of samples.After walking out of the factory area, Song Shuhua followed to show his friendship.

"Manager Lu, let me carry it for you."

Lu Mingchen stopped and looked at him.He immediately looked away, for some reason, he felt that Lu Mingchen was a little angry.

After waiting for a while, Lu Mingchen still handed him a bag of stainless steel parts in his hand.He took it, and was suddenly bent over by the pile of iron bumps.

"Can you carry it?"

Song Shuhua quickly used his hands: "Yeah." He saw that Lu Mingchen felt comfortable with two bags in one hand, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy, so he was a little embarrassed.

Lu Mingchen walked ahead quickly, while Song Shuhua struggled to keep up with a pile of heavy objects.

"Thank you just now."

The other party soon became out of breath, and Lu Mingchen slowed down.

"Why don't you say it?"

"say what?"

Lu Mingchen stopped and put the things in his hand on the ground: "Tell Wu Qizhi to get away, you don't feel disgusted by his hands and feet like this?"

Song Shuhua's face flushed red, and he began to stutter in embarrassment: "I, we are all men, but maybe his personality is more informal..."

Lu Mingchen said coldly: "Really. The workshop is full of men, and there are quite a few of him who are 'informal'. You should be prepared."

"..."

Lu Mingchen took away the bag of parts in his arms that made his arms sore, and walked quickly alone.

When he returned to the office, he began to regret it. Lu Mingchen knew what was wrong with him, he couldn't see Song Shuhua being bullied, and he thought his character was too soft, anyone could pinch him.

Not long after he came back, Song Shuhua also came back.Lu Mingchen sat in the office in a daze, separated by a frosted glass wall, looking at the figure with the rough edges from time to time, feeling anxious inside.

Throughout the afternoon, Song Shuhua didn't go to the workshop and sat in the office all the time.When it was time to get off work, I didn't follow the crowd to the cafeteria.

Seeing that there was no one else outside, Lu Mingchen left.When passing by the outer room, he deliberately slowed down, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say when he walked out the door.Song Shuhua sat the whole time, as if he didn't notice him at all.

After leaving the office, Lu Mingchen was discouraged, a little annoyed, he couldn't go back, and walked to the cafeteria in a dazed and decadent manner.

"Manager Lu..." Someone followed behind him panting, "Don't go to the cafeteria today."

Lu Mingchen suppressed surprise and surprise, coughed, and asked expressionlessly: "What?"

"Someone brought some food to my dad in the afternoon, and he asked me to call you."

"Were you waiting for me just now?"

"Well, wait until you're done." After saying that, Song Shuhua blushed, he was really embarrassed, "I was fascinated by reading novels, and I didn't see you when you came out."

"..."

Song Guoqiang doesn't live in the worker's dormitory. He has a three-bedroom apartment in the next-door community, and Lu Mingchen has been there before.Since Song Shuhua said so, he walked to the boss's house with ease.

Song Shuhua followed quickly, and after being embarrassed for a while, he still explained: "My dad asked me to go to the workshop, saying that he would let me familiarize myself with every type of work.

"I don't know how to get along with those people... Thank you for the noon thing."

Seeing people take the initiative to subdue him, Lu Mingchen stopped mentioning it and asked instead: "What novels do you read?"

"It's nothing, just take a look...just "1Q84", by Haruki Murakami."

"The Japanese writer?"

Song Shuhua's eyes lit up: "Have you seen it too?"

"No, I just heard about it."

"Oh."

When he arrived at Song's house, Song Shuhua was assigned by his father to go to the kitchen to clean up the seafood delivered by the supplier.Lu Mingchen was going to help, but Song Guoqiang dragged him into the study to chat about work.

As dusk fell, the three of them sat at the dinner table.

"Ah Hua, go get two bottles of Moutai and wash a few cups." Lu Mingchen looked at his busy back and wanted to help, but was pulled back by Song's father, "Xiao Lu, let's eat first, just treat it as your own." My family, please don't be polite."

"Song Shuhua's cooking skills are really good, Mr. Song, you are blessed."

"He only has this one advantage. You can see that he has been in the company for a year, and he hasn't made any progress. He is going to worry me to death."

Song Shuhua brought wine, drank a few glasses, Song Guoqiang talked about his plans for the second half of the year, and it was nothing more than assigning some new tasks to Lu Mingchen.

"Little Lu, the domestic economic situation has not been very good in the past few years. I still want you to work harder and expand overseas markets."

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I will try my best."

Song Guoqiang took the initiative to pour him a small cup, and had sex with him: "I feel at ease with what you say." While speaking, Song Shuhua accidentally glanced at his useless son, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Seeing his son's cowardly appearance, Song Guoqiang felt annoyed, and quickly turned his attention back to Lu Mingchen: "Look at what you need, whether you want to recruit someone again, and what kind of recruitment is up to you. You decide If you work hard, I will naturally not treat you badly."

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Lu Mingchen also glanced at the man next to him who kept his head down, "Mr. Song, Song Shuhua has some knowledge of foreign languages, why don't you let him handle the foreign business for me."

Song Shuhua suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Mingchen in surprise.

Song Guoqiang's brows were beaming with joy. Before that, he wanted Lu Mingchen to bring him a son, and he never wanted to be rejected.Now that he took the initiative to propose it, he naturally couldn't ask for it.

"You can take him with you if you like him. Ah Hua, give a toast to Manager Lu. Remember that you are a subordinate of Manager Lu in the company and you must obey his assignment."

Song Shuhua nodded quickly.

Toasting to Lu Mingchen made him very embarrassed, but in the end he made an awkward salute, and drank a whole cup under his father's gaze. His throat was sore and his face was red. His whole body was bright red, like An early spring peach blossom.

The meal lasted from dusk to night, except for Song Shuhua's cup, Song Guoqiang and Lu Mingchen drank up two bottles of Moutai.Song's father was completely drunk, and Song Shuhua took him to the room to sleep.Lu Mingchen sat on the sofa with his head down.

Song Shuhua pushed his shoulder: "Manager Lu, are you okay?"

Lu Mingchen raised his head slowly, staring blankly: "I'm fine."

"Drink some tea to sober up." Song Shuhua handed him a cup of hot tea, "My dad is like this, always pulling people to accompany him to drink. You are also drunk, so you can stay here tonight, there is still a vacant room."

Song Shuhua stood above him, bent over to ask, blocking the light above his head.Lu Mingchen was enveloped by his figure and the faint fragrance of his body, and he felt light and light, so he nodded his head immediately.

Song Shuhua went back to his room to get the quilts for the guests, Lu Mingchen also stood up, followed in a daze.