Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

The Lantern Festival is coming soon, and the snow in Lucheng has not yet melted; the red shreds of paper produced after the explosion of firecrackers are stubbornly hidden under the curbs.

In the low carport, Wang Dalu lowered his head to lock his bicycle and stuffed his mother's thick gloves sewn with cotton into the basket of the car.

The factory produces and sells electric vehicles, but he is still used to riding bicycles as a way of exercising.

Turning around, I saw the chairman's assistant standing behind me with a smile.

The girl smiled sweetly and said, "Director Wang, Director Liu, please go to the office."

Wang Dalu's heart skipped a beat. The other party was just waiting for something to happen. Could it be that what happened yesterday happened?

He refused in his heart, raised his hand to look at the Shanghai brand watch, and first used the dragging technique, "I will go to the office to put things away, inspect the workshop, and finish explaining today's things..."

The female assistant's face quickly fell, she clasped her hands and begged pitifully, "Director Wang, Director Liu told me this morning: No matter what, I have to invite you to come. If you can't complete the task, I will be punished by an extra week."

class."

Seeing the young girl begging softly, Wang Dalu nodded helplessly.

…

Liu Liang's office is located in the sunny area on the second floor, with an area of ​​at least 100 square meters; the floor is white marble, a full set of mahogany furniture, and two crystal headlights. The decoration of the entire room cost nearly 400,000 yuan.

Wang Dalu sat on the large sofa and secretly sighed: Italians are good at making noodles and leather shoes, and they also make pretty good sofas.

The assistant took off her red coat, put on stockings, a tube skirt, and high heels, and was busy pouring water and cleaning.

Half an hour later, Liu Liang, wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses, finally arrived.

He sat down on the boss's chair with a flourish, took a sip of hot tea, and said in a loud voice, "Old Wang, I kept you waiting for a long time today. I went to the provincial capital for a meeting yesterday and met with the leaders of the bank and working committee, accompanying them

Had a few too many drinks.”

Rumors are circulating in the factory: Liu Liang has settled in a new home in Quancheng and has adopted a college student. Otherwise, why would he go to the provincial capital once a month?

Such gossip has both nose and eyes.

Wang Dalu was noncommittal. Maybe it was indeed true, or maybe it was framed by a resigned employee who was dissatisfied with being laid off and was desperately trying to spread rumors.

Liu Liang's aura was very strong. He raised his hand to interrupt Wang Dalu's courtesy and stared at him with piercing eyes.

"Director Wang, I'm here to see you today. I have a difficult task to give you. The leaders of the industrial and commercial office, industrial office, and bank office despise our factory. They didn't show it a year ago and said that we are ignorant. Now we can only make up for it.

Arrange a "One-week Tour to Qiongzhou". You will lead the team and be responsible for the logistics. You will definitely serve all the leaders well."

I don’t know how much it will cost in terms of travel expenses, accommodation expenses, and shopping expenses. Many workers’ seniority compensation and medical expenses have been paid for more than a year and have not been implemented yet...

Wang Dalu stabbed Yahuazi directly, not wanting to take the job, and quickly declined, "Where is the fitness equipment..."

Liu Liang slapped the table heavily, full of complaints, "Don't worry about those tasks for the time being, and take full responsibility for this matter first. Do you think I want to spend this wasted money? But if you don't spend some small money, you can't make big money! In our case

Here, relationships are also productive forces, and they are the core productive forces."

Wang Dalu thought to himself: I am not the chairman of the labor union, and I am not familiar with the officials, so why do you put this good job on me?

But he was used to obeying, so he couldn't say no, so he could only nod helplessly.

Liu Liang was overjoyed and shouted, "Xiaoyan, book a flight for Factory Manager Wang for the afternoon. If you don't have a plane, just buy a train ticket and go to the front station first to explore the way. This will save you money and being complained about our factory."

Not sincere!"

The assistant nodded and made a phone call loudly as if no one was around.

Wang Dalu wanted to stop him, but couldn't find a reason. Seeing the smile on Liu Liang's face, he immediately understood the cause and effect of the matter: someone reported the party yesterday, and he was sent away.

…

Unwilling to be bribed by "sugar-coated bullets", Wang Dalu left the factory gate, pedaled his bicycle vigorously, and rushed to the government: Mayor Zhang is a leader from Enclave, and should be concerned about the development of the old base area. Maybe he can ask him

Complain.

After passing through the checkpoints, I opened the office door and saw Liu Liangzheng and Mayor Zhang chatting lively.

Liu Liang's face turned cold and he smiled softly, "Old Wang, what a coincidence. We just left the factory and met here again. We have a clear understanding. Didn't you go home and pack your luggage?"

Mayor Zhang waved his hand and interrupted the conversation between the two, "Old Wang, five years have passed and you still haven't changed much. I haven't seen you for a long time since I moved here to work."

Wang Dalu looked sad and stumbled as he answered, "I have something to do..." An idea struck him, "It was my mother's sixty-sixth birthday. I wanted to invite you to attend, but I was afraid that you would be too busy, so I came to apologize to you."

Mayor Zhang laughed loudly, with memories on his face, "Old Wang, you are still cautious. You didn't make it to the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, so you can make up for it during the Lantern Festival. I haven't seen my aunt for a long time. How are you? She made fish stew.

I once vomited after eating, but now that I think about it, it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth."

Wang Dalu left in despair. Thinking of Liu Liang's meaningful eyes, he knew that Inkley no longer had a place of his own. Now that he had a bad reputation as a snitch, he had no place in Lucheng. Maybe he would defect to the man named Sun Buqi.

Being a fellow countryman is the only right path!

…

Beijing, Houhai Siheyuan

Han Qing opened his mouth slightly, stuck out his tongue, closed his eyes, and swallowed the "bad yogurt" into his stomach, then raised his head, and the smoke flowed, "Humph, young master, you should be satisfied with this, right?!"

He gritted his teeth in hatred, "I really don't know how I developed this bad taste! Apart from the one Lili ate, are there any other girls?"

Sun Buqi said it without hesitation, "This is a good thing. It is rich in nutrients, can resist aging, and can also be used for beauty."

Han Qing wanted to kiss Sun Buqi, but was rejected by the latter. He said angrily, "Huh, you don't even dare to eat it yourself, so you will lie to us ignorant women. When I was in college, I was shy when I held hands with boys. Now you are

The training is a bit shameless..."

"Which one of you is happier? Now or before?" Put it on the other person's head and look into each other's eyes.

Han Qing's eyes flickered and he shook his head vigorously, "I won't tell you."

I didn’t want to discuss this embarrassing and embarrassing topic, so I started to discuss work, “You hung up on Sogou a few times, and secretly contacted Baidu. What kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd?”

Sun Buqi clenched his fists and sighed, "In ancient times, Qin Qiong sold horses and Yang Zhi sold swords. It's really hard for a penny to kill a hero."

Han Qing nodded, "Zhang Liang is a good young man. Now that he has signed a contract of prostitution, he has to work as a horse or a bull for someone."

Sun Buqi scratched his head and looked embarrassed, "It's because I have no money! Now is not a good time to develop braised chicken and rice. If you earn a wave of franchise fees, you may also ruin this brand; if Baidu is cheated tomorrow, it is very likely

Make the relationship stalemate. But people are poor and have short ambitions, so they have to do it."

Han Qing frowned, "The Goldsmith Studio and the World of Warcraft plug-in have 50,000 US dollars in their accounts every day; the foundation has invested 1 million, and it has also returned to your account. Buying a house, a shop, and a car in my hometown, the total is not

to 00,000; the catering project in Haikou is a simple decoration with an initial investment of less than 500,000. How can you have no money?"

Sun Buqi pointed to the east, "On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there are a group of people who eat money but don't spit out their bones. I invested one million US dollars and didn't see a few splashes. I really regret investing in these idiots."

!”

Han Qing stuck out his tongue and shook his head, "You are so generous. You invested millions of dollars without going to see the site. The salary of ordinary people is only one-twentieth of that over there. No wonder the house

The original owner wants to flee to the other side of the ocean."

Sun Buqi turned his brows and said, "I thought of a joke, let me tell you: A man from Beijing sold his family property and went to the United States to make a living. After three years of doing business, after getting a doctorate, he started to live and start his own business. Ten years later, he finally

His career was successful. Later, he returned to his roots and spent all his savings to buy back the original house..." (To be continued)