Chapter 2260: Fan Girl

The glasses man's face flushed red. He widened his eyes, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he said angrily: "It's simply nonsense. Doesn't Zhou Andong just rely on having some stinky money? What's worth me being jealous of?"

Zhao Qin shook her head lightly, and the expression on her face actually carried a trace of disgust: "The original Jiangzhou Winery was a state-owned enterprise. It was only after Zhou Andong took over as factory director and carried out restructuring that it had today's glory."

"The current Yugong Group has many powerful subsidiaries. In addition to Yugong Wine Industry, there are Jiang Xiaobai, Brave to the End Beer, Yuxi Real Estate, Yuxi Construction, Yuzhou Technology, and the Xuri Sheng Iced Black Tea you were just drinking."

"The scale of the enterprise is much larger than our woolen mill. According to statistics, the number of employees in Yugong Group alone has exceeded 30,000. And these things are known to all Chinese people, which can be said to be known to everyone. Could it be that only you don't know?"

"Being able to build a small local winery that was originally unknown into such a behemoth today, you actually question his ability to manage the woolen mill. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

"Different ways don't conspire, I can't say any reason to you, a woman," the glasses man secretly glanced at the petite girl, and then turned away angrily.

Looking at the glasses man who left angrily, the short-haired girl opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but finally didn't say it.

Zhao Qin saw all this in her eyes, sighed helplessly: "It's time to go to work, let's go too."

The short-haired girl walked quickly to catch up, took Zhao Qin's arm, and whispered: "Actually, Chen Yu is still okay, not as unbearable as you think. Your words just now were really too much."

"I advise you to put away those little thoughts," Zhao Qin glanced at the short-haired girl sideways: "Chen Yu is a junior college student, and it is said that he is expected to be promoted to a section chief by the end of the year. He can't look at you, a first-line small female worker."

The short-haired girl felt very stuffy when she heard this, but she could only sigh helplessly: "It is indeed my thinking too much."

"You know it's good!" Zhao Qin smiled: "I think Yang Li is really good. Although he is just sales, he is hardworking and motivated, and he will definitely have a future in the future. And he is very attentive to you, you really have to consider it carefully."

The short-haired girl said with some distress: "I know he is good to me, but I really don't have any feelings for him, I just can't like him, what do you say I should do?"

Zhao Qin looked at the short-haired girl and asked: "Do you know what love is?"

The short-haired girl was stunned: "Love, isn't it you like me, I like you?"

Zhao Qin pondered and said: "Love before marriage is called sweetness, and love after marriage is called firewood, rice, oil, and salt. When sweetness meets firewood, rice, oil, and salt, if you know how to season, life will be full of beauty."

"If you don't know how to season, life will become bitter. If you marry someone you love but who doesn't love you, he won't tolerate this bitterness, and your life will become a mess."

"If you marry someone who loves you and treats you as his life, then he will tolerate everything about you. No matter how bitter life is, as long as you are there, he will feel sweet."

"Like our parents' generation, there is no free love, they are all introduced by matchmakers, met a few times and then got married and had children. Can you say they really don't have love?"

Zhao Qin's words made the short-haired girl think, and when she arrived at the workshop door, she said: "I will seriously consider your words and try to accept Yang Li."

Zhao Qin revealed a smile on her face: "I'll say it first, I'm just chatting with you. If you are really with Yang Li in the future, or even get married, if there is any problem, don't blame me."

"I will definitely blame you, who let you say these things to me when I was confused?" The short-haired girl laughed loudly, then hugged Zhao Qin's arm and asked in a low voice: "Do you like Zhou Andong?"

"Like!" Zhao Qin nodded and admitted very readily: "Don't you like Zhou Andong?"

"Ah?" The short-haired girl blinked her big eyes: "Like, but I can't touch it, I can't reach it, what's the use of liking it?"

Zhao Qin also laughed loudly: "There are countless girls who like Zhou Andong in the whole country, it is estimated that they can't be counted."

At the gate of the woolen mill, Zhou Andong gulped down the remaining half bottle of soda in his hand, drank it to the bottom, then handed the bottle to the vendor, and asked casually.

"Boss, how long have you been setting up a stall here?"

Because the time for work was coming, the gate became quiet from bustling, and the vendor also "luxuriously" opened a bottle of very cola for himself, and after taking a sip, he answered.

"I started setting up a stall here when I was seventeen, and until this year, it has been five full years."

Zhou Andong couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "You really know how to choose a place. How good is the efficiency of the woolen mill? The wages of the employees are much higher than other factories. I think your business must be very prosperous!"

"Aren't you employees of the woolen mill?" The vendor asked casually, not thinking too much, and then sighed long: "It was indeed the case two years ago, and the business was very good. But in the past two years, the situation is not as good as before."

"Although the woolen mill can still pay wages to employees on time, benefits such as bonuses have long been stopped. Coupled with the fact that prices have been soaring like rockets in the past two years, rising constantly, but the wages of employees haven't risen by a penny."

Zhou Andong nodded thoughtfully, and then asked curiously: "Why did you think of setting up a stall here to sell soda?"

The boss smiled and said: "In the past, no matter who it was, being able to work in the woolen mill was an enviable thing, and I was also incomparably honored and proud."

"So, I also harbored a great dream in my heart, which is to be able to become a worker in the woolen mill. However, it is not easy to enter this woolen mill. You must have a quota indicator allocated by the higher-level labor department."

"And my family is just an ordinary commoner family. For my idea, my family members are very supportive, but they only support it in words. In reality, how can they have the ability to get me an indicator."

At this time, Gu Bing on the side smiled and took over the conversation: "So, because you couldn't enter the woolen mill to be a worker, you finally chose to set up a stall at the gate of the woolen mill?"

"Right!"

The boss couldn't help but laugh loudly. He was not old, but he didn't have the arrogance and impetuosity of young people. He looked like a young man with a very good personality.

"I don't know if you have understood how glorious the woolen mill was at the beginning. Three factories, the total number of workers reached more than 13,000."

"Whenever it was time to go to work or get off work, the scene was truly spectacular. The flow of people surged like a tide. To facilitate the workers to go to work and get off work, the city specifically opened thirteen bus lines, and the routes of these shuttle buses covered every corner of Beijing from east to west."

"More importantly, the total income of workers' wages has always been higher than the average level of employees in the city. Besides that, the welfare benefits enjoyed by workers are even more enviable."

"The woolen mill has collective dormitories, employee canteens, employee hospitals, kindergartens, and children's schools inside. Young employees can also be allocated their own housing after marriage."

"Those with long working years can even be allocated to live in buildings. Every year, there will be excellent employees who are rated as national and municipal labor models."

"Every National Day, especially for major activities held in Beijing that require worker masses to participate, higher-level departments will definitely arrange for the textile female workers of the woolen mill to participate."

"Also, the factory will often have international friends and foreign heads of state to visit and inspect. Don't say the workers of the woolen mill, even I, a small stall owner at the gate, feel deeply honored..."

At this moment, Zhou Andong was listening quietly to the vendor's dancing narration of the glory created in the past years of the woolen mill, and at the same time, he couldn't help but look up and carefully look at the woolen mill gate that had witnessed countless historical moments.

In his previous life, he knew the Beijing Woolen Mill through the Asian Games, because the clothes worn by athletes at the opening ceremony were designed and produced by the woolen mill, and the media did not hesitate to use praise.

Zhou Andong looked at the woolen mill. This is an old factory with a hundred-year history and a state-owned enterprise that has made huge contributions to the country's economic development.

However, at this moment, it is like an old horse that is tired of running, struggling to keep up with the pace of the times, especially with the deepening of Beijing's industrial enterprise reform and the adjustment of Beijing's industrial pattern, its advantages no longer exist, its operations have entered a predicament, employee income has declined, and now it has become a loss-making enterprise in the textile industry. 【2260-

Later, in order to welcome the 2008 Olympic Games, with the implementation of Olympic projects, the Woolen Mill No. 3, because it was located near the main Olympic venue and was a polluting enterprise, was relocated to a development zone in the far suburbs in 2006.

Then, after the enterprise adjustment, the vast majority of the employees of the No. 3 factory sought other employment; some of them went to work in property management companies in the development zone closer to home and became the backbone of those property companies.

Some even served as senior executives of property companies, which had a direct relationship with their experience working in the large state-owned enterprise of the Woolen Mill.

Still later, the land vacated by the relocation of the Woolen Mill, this land that had experienced both humiliation and glory, was acquired by powerful real estate developers, and high-end residential buildings and supporting living and cultural facilities were quickly built, including the future very famous Wucai City Mall.

Of course, these had nothing to do with the workers of the Woolen Mill anymore; for them, there were only unforgettable thoughts and inner emotions, emotions about the rapid and powerful development of the era.

Just as Zhou Andong was lost in thought, a black Audi 100 slowly drove out from the factory, and the windows were open.

Zhou Andong glanced at the open window and saw a middle-aged man of about fifty sitting upright in the back seat.

Although he had never had face-to-face contact with this person, he had seen the files and photos of this person, so he recognized the person in the car at a glance—it was Shi Guoqiang, the director of the Municipal State-owned Assets Office and the Party Secretary of the Woolen Mill.

At this time, Shi Guoqiang seemed to be in a very good mood, as if he had encountered something good; that somewhat dark face was now wearing a smile.

When the Audi 100 slowly drove past Zhou Andong, Shi Guoqiang seemed to suddenly feel something and subconsciously turned his head, looking toward Zhou Andong's side.

However, Zhou Andong was wearing sunglasses and had lowered the brim of his hat quite a bit, so that most of his face was hidden in the shadows.

Therefore, Shi Guoqiang could only see the half of Zhou Andong's face that was exposed, so Shi Guoqiang did not recognize him. If he knew that the person standing here was Zhou Andong, I'm afraid the good mood he was just full of joy about would surely vanish in an instant.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The electric bell for work at the Woolen Mill rang. Zhou Andong turned his head abruptly and shouted loudly at Gu Bing: "Old Gu, the electric bell rang! Run quickly, or we'll be late!"

Gu Bing was stunned upon hearing this. In the instant he was stunned, he watched in a daze as Zhou Andong spread his legs like a whirlwind and sprinted toward the gate of the Woolen Mill.

Gu Bing widened his eyes, followed him running in a daze, and even after entering the gate of the Woolen Mill, he still didn't understand what kind of mood Zhou Andong was in again.

"Sir, you've worked hard!" Zhou Andong greeted the gatekeeper very enthusiastically, then took out a cigarette and lit one for the old man.

The old man was very happy, a kind and amiable smile immediately bloomed on his face, and he said happily: "The electric bell has already rung, why aren't you two walking faster?

If you're late and get caught by the leadership, being scolded is a small matter, but having your wages deducted, that's a big matter."

Zhou Andong nodded repeatedly upon hearing this and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you for the reminder, sir! We will definitely pay attention in the future!"

After speaking, he turned to Gu Bing and said: "Let's go, don't dawdle!"

The gatekeeper slowly closed the heavy factory gate. After a dull sound, he raised his head, his gaze falling on Zhou Andong and Gu Bing, who were walking toward the factory department like they were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

Zhou Andong had his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and content, not appearing hurried or nervous at all because of being late.

The gatekeeper couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, muttering to himself: "These young people nowadays really have no professional spirit at all.

Unlike when I was young, even if I was hungry, I would unhesitatingly dedicate all my enthusiasm and hot blood to the country..."

Zhou Andong was wandering aimlessly inside the Woolen Mill. At the same time, Wu Hongkang had also arrived home. When he entered the door, he was surprised to find that his son was actually at home.

"Why are you at home today instead of going out?" After asking the question, Wu Hongkang thought of something else: "You aren't thinking of going to Jiangzhou, are you?"

Wu Lin was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth and his legs crossed. Hearing his father's words, he curled his lips in disdain.

"I will never go to Jiangzhou in this life. Only you treat that broken brewery like a treasure, even going to the bank for a loan to buy the shares. I feel desperate just thinking about it now.

Once the brewery goes bankrupt, the debt of several million—not to mention you, even counting me, my son, my grandson, and my great-grandson, we wouldn't be able to pay off this disaster even if we didn't eat or drink."