Chapter 1035: It's I Who Am Quitting!

Ma Ran left his residence in a hurry, went downstairs, stepped onto his bicycle, and rode toward the southwest. Because the bicycle was bought second-hand and its quality was worrying, the chain fell off twice on the way, causing him to arrive at the factory twenty minutes late.

Xingshun Bread Factory was a long-established state-owned enterprise in Yechuan County with registered assets of 1.2 million yuan. Back in the eighties, when the food industry was booming, the factory's efficiency was quite good, and it was one of the most popular enterprises in the county. Xingshun bread was once rated as a provincial-level well-known brand for seven consecutive years, truly enjoying a period of glory.

However, with the sharp deterioration of market competition, coupled with poor factory management, the factory was on the verge of bankruptcy under the pressure of internal and external troubles.

Several production lines had already been shut down, and the production volume was less than 30 percent of the original capacity, mainly supplying some schools in the county.

Ma Ran was discovered to be late by the workshop director, who criticized him severely, "Xiao Ma, I know you have connections and a relative who is an official in the city, but you must recognize your own status. In the workshop, you are just an employee and must follow the rules. You haven't even worked for a week and you're already late. I must fine you fifty yuan. If there is a next time, you will be dismissed immediately."

The workshop director was named Ding Jian, and he had always remained on guard against Ma Ran.

This kid had an incredibly strong ability to learn and was steady and reliable in his work.

However, this brought him a sense of crisis.

He was afraid that Ma Ran would replace him!

Walking into the workshop, a faint scent of wheat rushed toward his nose.

The workers wore uniform work clothes, hats, and masks to ensure hygiene and safety during the production process.

The prepared dough was sent to the molding machine, which strictly controlled the size of the dough to ensure the uniformity of each loaf of bread.

Subsequently, these small pieces of dough would undergo preliminary shaping by a rounding machine and then be cleverly rolled up like making an egg pancake.

The finely cut dough was transferred into iron boxes and then sent into a spacious proofing room for fermentation.

Next, the covered iron boxes were sent into a spacious oven, where the yeast continued its final fermentation in the enclosed environment.

After 20 minutes of meticulous baking, the bread finally came out of the oven, and a mouth-watering aroma wafted over.

The female workers in packaging had already finished folding the cardboard boxes, stood up from their small stools one after another, and walked to both sides of the conveyor belt.

With a "clatter-clatter" sound from the packaging machine, the loaves of bread were packaged one by one and transported onto the conveyor belt.

The female workers stood on both sides of the conveyor belt, each neatly packing the bread into the cardboard boxes.

The afternoon production did not go smoothly. First, the high-speed mixer malfunctioned; it just wouldn't build up pressure. Ma Ran took the mixer apart to find out why.

One of the parts was severely worn. He went to the spare parts warehouse to get a brand-new replacement, and after installing it, it returned to normal.

After finally fixing it, the oven became unstable again.

He ran to the boiler room to take a look, but Ma Ran couldn't find the problem and could only report it to the workshop director.

Workshop Director Ding Jian did not want Ma Ran to know the reason and sent him off to receive milk.

Ma Ran was puzzled; according to the production plan, enough milk had already been received, right?

Why was there an extra truck of milk? However, the other party had an order, so he followed the procedure. Just as he was about to get on the truck to take a sample, he was pulled aside by the milk peddler, who secretly stuffed three hundred yuan into his hand, "Brother, do me a favor! Just turn a blind eye to it!"

Ma Ran remained calm, secretly thinking, just three hundred yuan, and you want to bribe me?

Ma Ran threw the money directly back at him, opened the lid, and saw that the milk inside had turned into mush.

Ma Ran took the sampler, scooped the spoiled milk into a cup, and walked straight into the laboratory.

The milk peddler's face turned green with anger; he dialed a number and then looked at Ma Ran's back with a wicked smile.

Ma Ran entered the laboratory and said to a middle-aged woman, "Sister Guo, I suspect there is a problem with this batch of milk!"

Sister Guo looked at Ma Ran in surprise, took the cup, and poured the milk into the testing equipment.

More than ten minutes later, Sister Guo stamped the test report, "The quality of this batch of milk is fine."

Ma Ran was left speechless by Sister Guo's actions, "Sister Guo, this is too blatant! This milk is obviously spoiled at a glance, and you actually say there's no problem."

Sister Guo rolled her eyes at Ma Ran, picked up the needle and thread on the table, started poking at some fur, and mocked him with a sarcastic tone, "My operation is fine. If you have any opinions, you can go find the Factory Director. Why are you making a racket here? Xiao Ma, I think you are still too young."

Not long after, the Factory Director walked over with a livid face. Seeing that Ma Ran was a new face, he asked Sister Guo in a deep voice, "Where is Ding Jian?"

"Director Ding is fixing equipment!" Sister Guo curled her lips and said, "He found a young person to take samples, but he doesn't know the rules and is just making a mess here."

The Factory Director picked up his phone, dialed Ding Jian's number, and scolded him roundly, "How are you doing things? Is the milk sample something just anyone can take?"

Ding Jian had originally intended to let Ma Ran come into contact with the milk peddler; an ordinary person would definitely have taken the bait when faced with the milk peddler's bribe.

Then, Ding Jian would have leverage over Ma Ran, and in the future, if Ma Ran followed him, he would have to obey his commands.

He didn't expect this dog of a person, Ma Ran, to not fall for it at all, and even push his luck.

Ding Jian hurriedly said, "Factory Director Yang, I'm coming over right now to see what exactly is going on!"

A few minutes later, Ding Jian walked into the office, pointed at Ma Ran's nose, and cursed, "You can't even handle a small matter, get out of here immediately!"

A cold expression appeared on the corner of Ma Ran's mouth, "I was working conscientiously, but instead, I ruined your good deeds. Heh, this milk is obviously spoiled; can the food made from it be safe?"

Seeing Ma Ran still rambling on there, the Factory Director said impatiently to Ding Jian, "This bastard... where did you recruit him from?"

Ding Jian said aggrievedly, "He was introduced by a leader in the city, and at the time, I was asked to arrange a position for him."

The Factory Director finally remembered that such a thing had happened.

"It's not easy to find a stable job nowadays. I gave you a higher salary during your internship than others because you are a relative of a leader. I haven't treated you unfairly, yet you really are like a dog biting Lu Dongbin—you don't recognize a good person."

Ma Ran sneered, "A good person? You, you're worthy? I really want to reach in and pull out your heart to see if it's actually black!"

The Factory Director was so angry he was burning with rage, "Go to the finance department to settle your accounts immediately. My temple here is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you."

Ding Jian was overjoyed to see this scene.

Ma Ran, this kid really has something wrong with his brain.

He actually offended even Factory Director Yang.

Factory Director Yang was his introducer!

In this way, he won't be able to stay in the factory anymore, right!

Ma Ran took off the hat on his head and threw it directly at Factory Director Yang's face.

"Sorry, I don't want the wages for these few days either. It's not that you are firing me; it's that I am quitting myself!"

Amidst the surprised gazes of everyone, Ma Ran took off his work clothes.

He mounted that dilapidated bicycle, and his figure disappeared before their eyes, wobbling as he rode away!