Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

When Wang Weidong returned to the steel rolling mill, five trucks were filled with warm baby stickers and parked at the door of the workshop. This was the first batch of goods delivered to Lao Maozi.

The thin monkey was walking back and forth under the big tree. When he saw Wang Weidong's figure, he came to meet him from afar.

"Brother Wei Dong, the train leaves in two hours. I'll be waiting for you."

"Have the quantities been counted?" Wang Weidong walked to the truck and looked up and down.

"We have counted, each car has 20,000 tickets, and the total is 100,000. Zhao Jiefang and I have counted them three times."

"That's good, let's go!"

Under the surprised gaze of the thin monkey, Wang Weidong climbed into Yu Changsheng's truck.

This guy, Shouhou, has a few ideas, so it's best not to ride in his car.

The thin monkey, who was waiting to make up for his last mistake, gave the stupid dog a sharp look.

That’s you!

silly dog:....

Five trucks roared towards the train station.

When we arrived at the station entrance, the tall young man had been waiting aside for a long time. He still stood like a sharp sword as before, and the little girls passing by cast curious glances at him.

"Hua Shiba, so early?" Wang Weidong opened the car door and jumped out.

"The first batch of goods is of great importance, so we must be cautious." Hua Shiba said seriously with a stern look on his face. He then moved closer to Wang Weidong and whispered: "In the future, in front of so many people, you

Don't call me eighteen."

"If I don't call you Hua Shiba? Then what should I call you?" Wang Weidong was surprised.

That's right, this young man with a dignified appearance and a look that avoids strangers has a strange name, Hua Shiba.

It is said that he is the eighteenth child in the family.

"Call me Cruise, this is my foreign name." Hua Shiba.

"Cruise? This is the capital, you are looking for death!" Wang Weidong frowned. He looked Hua Shiba up and down, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Otherwise, I will call you Comrade Hua?"

Hua Shiba:...

Shhh, luckily it's not a girl.

Perhaps, the workshop director should be introduced to Sister Ninth.

In the end, Comrade Hua Shiba accepted the name Hua Shiba.

Hua Shiba had a lot of energy, and the relevant procedures had been completed long ago. The five trucks had a smooth journey and drove to the unloading platform.

On the platform, a green leather train stopped quietly on the tracks like a long queue.

Passengers crowded onto the train, including black-haired Chinese people and old people with yellow hair.

They were shocked when they saw the goods loaded on the truck.

"Hey, is this our export product?"

"It looks very high-end. It should be able to exchange for a lot of foreign exchange."

"Alas, it's finally no longer about food."

"Ula, warm baby stickers! We old guys' favorite."

"Warming patch?"

"Ula, uh, it sticks to your body in winter and keeps you warm. It's just a bit expensive. Only people in big cities can afford it."

"When did we invent the Nuan Bao Patch?"

"I heard it was Wang Weidong from Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He used to be a truck driver, but later..."

"Wang Weidong is really a talent."

....

Amid envious eyes and laughter, packs of warm stickers were carried onto the train.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Wang Weidong felt that the porter uncle seemed to be more active than before, with wind in his steps.

They pasted the warm treasures on the back of the carriage and carefully adjusted their order for fear of being crushed.

"Comrade Weidong, see you in the port city." Hua Shiba signed his name on the export document and turned to leave.

"flower..."

Just as Wang Weidong was about to say hello, he had disappeared.

Lady Gu

This kid can run very fast.

Wang Weidong watched the train emitting white smoke and disappearing into the sun before returning to the steel rolling mill.

Although more than a dozen eighth-level workers polished it themselves, the production progress of the assistant hydraulic press was still a bit slow. It took two full days to produce one power-assisted hydraulic press.

Before Wang Weidong could say anything, the eighth-level supervisor volunteered to stay and work overtime, and the other eighth-level workers also nodded in agreement.

Faced with the enthusiastic workers, Wang Weidong naturally could not refuse.

You need to eat and drink enough before you can work. The canteen of the steel rolling mill does not provide dinner, so Wang Weidong asked Nan Yi to make a small stove.

Pork blood vermicelli soup, pork stewed vermicelli, and a big bowl of white noodles for each person.

These materials were originally left by Nanyi to Wang Weidong, and they were all used.

The eighth-level workers had their mouths full of food and looked at Wang Weidong with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

Eating meat at noon and eating meat at night is a bit of a sin these days.

"Director Wang, please rest assured. Even if I risk my life, I will complete the task on time." The eighth-level officer wiped the grease from his mouth and said slowly.

"Desperately? You are always a national treasure, so you can't be desperate. As long as we work together, this little work is nothing." Wang Weidong stopped him quickly.

Just kidding, these dozen eighth-level workers are the wealth of the steel rolling mill. If they are wiped out by him, how will the steel rolling mill develop in the future?

"You kid, you are good at everything, but you are too sweet." The eighth-level Gu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He has always disliked people who talk, because those people usually don't do practical things.

However, this Wang Weidong seems to be a little different.

....

In the infirmary, it was not until the end of get off work that Ding Qiunan realized that he had not done any work today.

She immediately became confused.

These files need to be submitted to the Health Bureau tomorrow, so there can be no delay.

"Qiunan, let me help you." Seeing this situation, Doctor Huang put down the canvas bag he had picked up.

"No, Aunt Huang, you still have to pick up the children from school." Ding Qiunan declined.

She doesn't want to trouble others with her own affairs.

"Okay, but you should go back as soon as possible. If it doesn't work, I'll make a report to the superiors and postpone the submission for one day." Doctor Huang said with concern.

"Well, it's okay, I can handle it." Ding Qiunan started sorting out the documents without raising his head.

Alas, young people just want to be strong.

Doctor Huang stopped trying to persuade him and left the infirmary with his canvas bag.

...

After eating and drinking, the eighth-level workers cheered up and worked hard until about ten o'clock in the evening before leaving the No. 11 workshop at the urging of Wang Weidong.

At this time, the workers in the Nuanbao paste workshop had already left work. Wang Weidong turned off the electric switch, extinguished the coal stove, and prepared to ride his bicycle back to the courtyard.

Just two steps after pushing the bicycle, the cold air was pierced by two "woof" sounds, and the silence was shattered like a mirror.

Wang Weidong stopped and the silly dog ​​sprang out from the grass and squatted in front of him "barking."

Seeing Shagou's nervous look, Wang Weidong knew something was wrong.

"Damn it, lead the way!" Wang Weidong yelled in dog language.

The silly dog ​​turned around and ran away, running as fast as he could.

After a while, a man and a dog arrived in front of the infirmary.

"Doctor Xiao Ding, you can be my mother-in-law. I have gold bars and a big fat pig."

"No, you don't want it, come here, help, help!"

Ding Qiunan's urgent cry for help came from the infirmary. Wang Weidong put his bicycle on the ground and rushed forward.

I pushed the door but didn't open it.

"Duang!"

Wang Weidong flew out and kicked the door open.

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