Chapter 1439

"Six thousand yuan is indeed not much, just one year's salary."

The employee slapped his palm with the money, and the smile on his face made Monkey and Old Gong and the others want to hit him.

"You guys watch the fun here; I'm going to logistics to collect my benefits. My wife is making dumplings at noon, I'm going to have a good drink, and then I'm going to the electronics factory to buy a home theater."

This guy's words, heard by Monkey and the others, were no longer just blatant showing off, but knives stabbing into their hearts.

Just after this guy left, another young man walked over and greeted Monkey and the others from afar.

"Brother Hou, you guys didn't subscribe to shares either, what are you doing here? Hurry up and go to logistics to collect your benefits. Today is Little New Year; after collecting the benefits, you can go home for the New Year."

The faces of several people were very ugly, especially Brother Hou. He didn't subscribe to shares because his wife wouldn't let him buy them.

If he had been more firm in his attitude at that time, the result definitely wouldn't be like this.

"Really interesting," the young man chuckled and walked away muttering.

"Old Gong!" Another employee greeted Old Gong: "Why aren't you hurrying to logistics to collect your benefits so you can go home for the New Year? Why are you running here to join the fun? You didn't buy shares anyway."

This employee was about forty years old, about the same age as Old Gong.

"I really regret it now. I only bought ten thousand shares. If I had gritted my teeth and had the nerve to borrow more money, it would have been better."

This guy shook his head and sighed as he walked past Old Gong and the others.

"Old Yuan!" Another employee walked over: "What are you doing here? Let's go, go to logistics to collect benefits, and then go out for a drink. My treat. Accompany me to the electronics factory this afternoon; I want to buy a VCD."

"Can't I afford to drink? Why do I need you to treat me?" Old Yuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he replied in a muffled voice, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Look at you, I treat you to a drink and I'm still wrong."

This employee's tone was very regretful, but the smile on his face was completely the opposite; he looked very proud.

He and Old Yuan were employees who joined the factory in the same year, and their relationship was originally okay.

Later, because of a small matter, they became enemies, and for more than ten years, they had been fighting openly and secretly.

Whether in the factory or in their families, neither could suppress the other.

But in the matter of the winery's restructuring and share subscription, he won.

This matter didn't just affect a moment, but a lifetime.

Because there would be dividends every year, more and more each year.

Thinking of Old Yuan's mockery after he subscribed to the shares, he looked back.

He had shares in the winery, and his future days would get better and better.

But Old Yuan could only guard that meager fixed salary; they were no longer on the same level.

There was no need to argue with that guy in the future; it was too embarrassing.

Old Yuan seemed to sense something and looked up.

At the moment the employee turned his head back, Old Yuan saw the smile on his face, and his spirit was in a trance.

"I'm going back."

Old Yuan said, and walked toward the main gate.

He knew that there was nothing left to argue about with his old rival.

Watching the happy employees pass by him one by one, Monkey and the others were in no mood to stay here any longer.

It was really too stimulating to watch others receive money; they couldn't bear it anymore.

Especially those colleagues who knew them; seeing them was truly merciless, stabbing knives into them.

"Hey!"

An employee from Workshop Three nearby, seeing that Monkey and the others were about to leave, seized the last opportunity to stab them.

"Brother Hou, why are you leaving already? Stay a while longer. Wait until I finish collecting the money, and we'll leave together."

Monkey stumbled, turned his head and glared at the employee, snorted coldly, and walked away.

It was almost noon. At this rate, if they wanted to finish the dividend work today, the finance department definitely wouldn't have time to go out for lunch.

Zhou Andong asked someone to order two tables of dishes from a restaurant, then pack them up and bring them back; they could eat in shifts right here.

After making the arrangements, Zhou Andong said: "I'm going to logistics to take a look. Are you coming?"

"I'm going!"

"I'll go over and take a look too."

Yao Jun and Gu Qing said.

"I won't go," Liu Qingjun said. "The press conference is at six in the evening, and I have to entertain reporters at three-thirty. I have to go back and check, so nothing goes wrong."

Zhou Andong asked: "When will the electronics factory and research institute benefits be distributed?"

"Tomorrow!" Several people walked off the stage, talking as they walked forward: "We've been busy preparing for the press conference these past two days. After tonight, we'll distribute the benefits peacefully tomorrow."

Zhou Andong nodded and left the Cultural Palace amidst the enthusiastic shouts of "Chairman."

Snowflakes were actually drifting in the sky outside, and Gu Qing looked up.

"In the morning, the sun was still high, and there was no wind or waves, but by noon, it started snowing again."

Liu Qingjun wrapped the collar of his cotton coat: "A timely snow promises a good harvest. It has been snowing frequently this year; next year should be a good year."

Zhou Andong took out cigarettes and shared one with Liu Qingjun and Yao Jun, then lit one for himself.

"I hope so."

Liu Qingjun asked: "Chairman, are you going to the press conference tonight?"

"I'm not going," Zhou Andong waved his hand: "I have to go back to Tanghezi for Little New Year."

"Okay then."

Liu Qingjun wanted Zhou Andong to go, but since the boss wasn't going, he had no choice.

"I'm leaving."

Liu Qingjun said, with a cigarette in his mouth, and walked quickly toward the car parked not far away.

Watching Liu Qingjun get in the car and leave, Zhou Andong took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"It seems much warmer today than yesterday."

"There is no wind today," Gu Qing walked forward: "Yesterday, the north wind was blowing like a knife. When I went home at night, after parking the car, it was only a few dozen meters, but I felt my face stinging from the wind."

Soon, the ground turned white, and two female employees walked over from the opposite side, pushing their bicycles and chatting and laughing.

On the front beam of the bicycle, there was a bag of rice and a bag of white flour; on the left handlebar hung a bucket of soybean oil, and on the right handlebar hung two pieces of meat.

One piece was beef, looking to be about two jin, bright red in color, shiny, and looking very fresh.

One piece was pork, about five jin, with fat about four fingers thick, looking so shiny that it seemed like oil was flowing out.

In this day and age, ordinary people like to buy fat meat, while lean meat is not easy to sell.

Because fat meat tastes fragrant, and most importantly, it can be used to render oil; stir-frying vegetables with lard is what you call fragrant.

On the back rack of the bicycle, there was a box of iced black tea and two boxes of fruit, as well as a few hairtail fish.

"Chairman, President Gu, President Yao!"

The two female employees greeted them from afar, smiles hanging on their faces.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "With so many things, don't ride the bike. Push it back; it's not far."

"Got it," the two female employees replied.

Watching the two female employees walk further and further away, Yao Jun sighed: "Two years ago, I wouldn't have dared to dream that our winery would have today."