City: I'm Really Not Rich

Just now, there was still a lot of noise, and the indignant Beixiong Shipyard employees suddenly quieted down, and their faces turned slightly pale.

What does it mean?

It's accusing them of not being friendly enough to the Imperials.

Or are they implying that if they treat the Imperials as friends, they will also benefit from it?

Gu Ming fully understood what Zhang Chen meant, and smiled with white teeth.

"That's right, what the chairman said was from our heart, and Mr. Benjamin, thank you too."

He grabbed another handful of money and put it in front of Benjamin.

The group of workers took a deep breath again. Gu Ming seemed to be not stingy with money. Every piece of change was real, and this piece of change had to be at least a few cents.

09 "Oh, pretend!"

Luo Luofu finally came back to his senses, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and sneered.

"This must be a play played by the cunning imperial people and factory director Rove. If you want us to be friends with those imperial people, if you want to be beautiful, we must not be fooled!

"That is, the craftsmanship of shipbuilding is our ancestral craftsmanship and must not be taught to the imperial people.

"It's all fooling people. I dare to guarantee that the money will be returned to the chairman later."

"That's not a small amount."

Luoluo thought that he had seen through Zhang Chen's conspiracy, and became more and more complacent.

"I didn't say it, or we were willing to teach, and they couldn't learn it with their brains. I thought they could buy us for a few small dollars, but I told him..."

call--

Before he finished speaking, he saw Gu Ming walking towards him with a pocket of money, and his heart tightened, and the remaining half of the words were stuck in his throat.

God, he's not here to give himself money.

Luoluo couldn't believe it, but Gu Ming was indeed walking towards him, behind him was the gate of the dock, and there was no one else.

Do they want to please themselves and let themselves speak for them.

If so, that would be great.

No, no, no, with so many people watching, it doesn't seem good to just accept the money.

who cares!

Such a large amount of money is enough for my own salary.

In fact, the imperial people are not so easy to get along with, as for the good and bad things...

What age is this, what feudal superstition!

However, it should still be pointed, to let these imperial people know who they should listen to in the factory in the future.

Before the ideological construction in Luoluo's mind was finished, Gu Ming had already walked up to him with a pocket of money.

He almost frantically squeezed out a smile.

"Yeah, Gu Gong, you're too polite, I didn't really help you..."

Gu Ming directly brushed past him, without looking at him, walked to the door of the dock, knocked on the door of the security booth, and shouted gently.

260 "Mr. Yev, we have issued a bonus today, thank you for your care these days, I will give you some change, take it back and buy a few catties of sugar for your grandson.""

"Ah, what are you going out to buy?"

The door of the security guard booth opened, and tremblingly walked out an old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes, who asked loudly with his ears turned sideways.

The faces of Lolov and those workers really froze.

They watched as Gu Ming grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket, and handed it to Uncle Yev with a smile.

"We don't go out to buy anything. Today our chairman came over, gave out bonuses, and gave you some money to buy snacks for your grandchildren."

Luoluo's teeth were all shattered, these imperial people must have done it on purpose!