Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei walked across the front yard.

It was already dark, and every house was lit with lights.

When passing the middle courtyard, Du Fei glanced at the uncle's house from the corner of his eye.

Just as he saw that the curtain by the door was lifted up, a pair of eyes were vaguely looking out, and when he saw Du Fei appearing, he immediately pulled down the curtain.

Du Fei knew it in his heart.

It is estimated that Director Sun has already arrived and is now at the uncle's house.

Sure enough, when Du Fei returned home, as soon as he lit the stove to burn the kang, the uncle and Director Sun came to the door.

The uncle led the way without knocking on the door, and came in directly, followed by a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses.

Du Fei looked at the other party calmly.

Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, a forward hat, and a smile on his face, the first impression of Director Sun is quite good.

The Red Star Rolling Mill is a bureau-level unit, and the workshop director is at least at the deputy division level, on the same level as the deputy county magistrate.

To be able to sit firmly in this position, there is a high probability that it is not a wine bag.

At the same time, Director Sun was also observing Du Fei.

The young man standing in front of him did not show anger or hatred, nor did he flinch from his leadership.

This gave Director Sun a vague premonition that this matter tonight might be difficult.

The three entered the back room.

Du Fei politely let Director Sun and the uncle sit on the official hat chair, picked up the teacup in a leisurely manner, and poured two glasses of water.

"There is no tea at home, I'm sorry you two." Du Fei said lightly, took a step back and sat on the kang.

Director Sun glanced at the teacup, then at the old man next to him.

Du Fei's calmness and composure caught him by surprise, but for the sake of his son, he never looked back.

"Comrade Xiao Du, Master Yi has told you the specific situation, what's on your mind?" Director Sun decided to get straight to the point, maybe the kid in front of him was just bluffing!

Du Fei knew that the uncle's surname was Yi, and said calmly: "The uncle told me yesterday. I will give your son the place to take over the job in the factory and let me work as a temporary worker in the street. Director Sun, I don't understand why wrong?"

"Xiao Du~ This is also for your own good." The elder frowned, put on the airs of an elder, and began to preach directly: "Entering the workshop is heavy physical work, and you can't stand it at all with your body. Temporary workers, but the work is easy, sitting in an office, isn’t it good? What’s more, if you go to the factory to keep up with the street, the salary is 16.5 yuan, so why don’t you feel satisfied.”

Du Fei didn't pay attention to the old man, he just looked at Director Sun with a half-smile, and said without thinking, "Director Sun, my grandson also graduated from high school, right?"

Director Sun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that Du Fei was referring to his son, but it was a little strange, why did Du Fei mention this.

Du Fei continued: "Then you should understand how difficult it is to get into high school, right?"

Director Sun recalled that when his son was admitted to high school, he also felt a little emotional: "Yes! There are fifty or sixty students in a class, and only three or five can go to high school."

"I also graduated from high school!" Du Fei suddenly turned his face away, and stared at the uncle and Director Sun fiercely: "Why do you think you can fool me for a fool? I will take over in the factory. , Even the factory manager has no right to fire me. What is working on the streets? A temporary worker, if he says get out, get out, and have the face to say that I am not satisfied?"

The old man blushed when he was bullied.

"There is still salary!" Du Fei snorted coldly: "I was paid as an apprentice for the first three years in the factory, but I graduated from high school. The monthly salary is 55 yuan! I went to the street to work as a temporary worker, and now it is 16.5 yuan. After working there for ten years, it is still 16 yuan. 5, can it be compared?"

The uncle opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Director Sun also had a serious expression at the beginning, but after Du Fei finished speaking, he relaxed instead, took a sip of water from the teacup at hand, and said with a smile: "Comrade Du, it seems that you are also a sensible person. Let me tell you the truth, what do you want?"

Just now Du Fei kept emphasizing that the interests of the two parties were not equal, but he didn't sternly reject it on the spot. Director Sun heard the clues and felt that there was something wrong.

"Five hundred yuan, ten industrial coupons, plus a bicycle ticket, and a radio ticket." Du Fei offered the price without changing his face.

When the uncle and Director Sun heard this, their expressions changed immediately.

These bills must add up to thousands.

I didn't expect Du Fei to be so courageous and dare to talk to them like a lion.

Especially Director Sun, he stood up and patted the table on the spot: "This is impossible!"

Du Fei was not in a hurry: "Director Sun, you don't need to bluff with me. If there is another way, would you come to me? Although my father was not rated as a martyr, he just died in the factory, and now he is robbing me Work, if word of this gets out, what will those five-backed and six-beast old women in the factory say about you?"

Director Sun and Grandpa's expressions were even more ugly.

They didn't expect that Du Fei could see so clearly at such a young age.

Uncle You Qi regretted it a little. He shouldn't have been obsessed with it and got involved in this matter.

Director Sun's eyes flickered, still feeling lucky, he snorted coldly, "So what, at worst, I don't want this quota."

"It's up to you!" Du Fei sneered, "I'm going to settle for the thousand-dollar ticket and the jobs in the street! I've already lost face with you, so I don't dare to go to work in the factory. If there is another work-related injury one day, no one will collect my body after I die."

Director Sun was horrified, and even more afraid of Du Fei.

If you can think of guarding against being killed by the enemy, you must also think of killing the enemy.

Although Director Sun and Uncle Sun came from the war years, neither of them had any experience in the army. They really dare not kill people.

"What do you want to do!"

Director Sun's throat rolled, he gulped and spit, and his courage to speak immediately weakened.

"Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the factory to find Director Yang and Deputy Director Li." Du Fei's face was expressionless, but what he said were murderous words: "The workshop director persecuted the orphans of work-related injuries, and took the place of taking over the factory by tricks. Ask them face to face, the factory doesn't care. The factory doesn't care, I'll go to the district, if the district doesn't work, I'll go to the city! I'd like to see if you, Director Sun, can see through the sky."

With a plop, Director Sun sat back on the chair, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and temples.

If what Du Fei said is true, then he is definitely over.

You don't even need to go to the districts or cities, because Factory Director Yang won't be able to pass the test.

The uncle was also in a mess, his face was pale and he was at a loss.

For a while, the room fell into silence, only the heavy breathing of Director Sun and the uncle.

A few minutes later, Du Fei was the first to break the silence.

"Since Director Sun can't make up his mind for the time being, it's better to go home and discuss it first. I'll wait for you until tomorrow morning."

Director Sun was in a mess just now.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up, as if he lost his energy, smiled wryly and shook his head, "No, I agree."

The corners of Du Fei's mouth turned up, and he smiled: "Then I wish my grandson entering the factory, smooth sailing and a bright future."

Director Sun froze for a moment, feeling more complicated.

A bill worth thousands, to him, although it hurts his body, it won't hurt his muscles or bones.

More importantly, the goal of letting his son take Du Fei's place of succession and work in the rolling mill was finally achieved.

According to reliable sources, the trend will change next year, and unemployed middle and high school graduates will all go to the countryside.

Director Sun was unwilling to let his son work as a temporary worker in the street office, so he set his sights on Du Fei and wanted to change jobs with him.

But he didn't expect that he would be bitten back by a hundred secrets.