Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers

The young couple had their first warm and romantic dinner in their new home.

That night, Zhang Jiaqiang unpacked all the electrical appliances and debugged them separately. When he was not at home, his wife could watch TV and listen to music to avoid boredom.

As the night gets darker, this new building, which has few families living in it, has become a bit more popular because Zhang Jiaqiang and his wife have moved in.

"Where does my sword go? Love and hate are inseparable. My sword cuts through the sky. I don't understand right and wrong. I am drunk and hazy..."

The TV was playing the [-] version of Heavenly Sword and Dragon Sword, and the theme song "Swords Are Like Dreams" sung by Zhou Tianwang filled the whole room.

Ye Xiumei sat on the sofa, humming the lyrics along with the melody, gesturing with swords and guns in her hands.

"A happy life, a sad life, who will share life and death with me? Hey, what's wrong with you, are you worried?"

At this moment, Zhang Jiaqiang's mind was filled with Zhou Dahei's abnormal behavior today. There was absolutely no way this guy would warn him for no reason, let alone adopt his daughter over in his spare time.

Director Yin must have started to fight back!

It's okay if this guy doesn't take action. Once he does, it will definitely be a thunderous force. Can he resist it?

It happened that Ye Xiumei slapped him in the face, and Zhang Jiaqiang woke up from his meditation with a start, and he already had three countermeasures in his mind: upper, middle and lower!

"What are you thinking about? Are you not used to living in a new house?"

Ye Xiumei picked up a tomato potato chip with her fingers like a butterfly, put it into Zhang Jiaqiang's mouth, and said softly.

"Are you worried about things in the workshop? Don't rush. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Take your time and don't rush!"

Zhang Jiaqiang chewed potato chips and said solemnly, "Tomorrow, if something happens to me, you can take that tape to Zhou Dahei and tell him that the past has been wiped out and we recognize her daughter." Now, I won’t leave her alone if I have a bite to eat from now on!”

Ye Xiumei's face suddenly changed, and she said anxiously, "Don't scare me, what's going on?"

Zhang Jiaqiang chuckled, put his hand on his wife's shoulder and rubbed it gently, "Don't worry, wife, Director Yin has no way of retaliating against me. I have already prepared my next move. Just do as I say, and you will have a good life in the future." There are so many!”

The palms of her hands slid down to embrace the slender waist. Ye Xiumei trembled all over and said, "Don't, I, it's not convenient for me..."

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? We have a driver's license. It's okay to run through a red light occasionally!"

Ye Xiumei didn't understand the joke about 20 years later and looked confused.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Jiaqiang and his wife couldn't help but feel excited. Is revenge coming?

At this moment, a middle-aged woman's voice came from outside the door.

"Xiao Zhang, open the door, the elder sisters are here to warm the pot for you!"

The voice sounded familiar, like that of several older ladies who had been laid off at the same time.

Zhang Jiaqiang hurriedly let go of his wife and stood up to open the door.

The few people standing outside the door were indeed aunts who had been laid off at the same time.

They all carried pots and pans and some small gifts.

Zhang Jiaqiang hurriedly asked them to come in, "What do you say? Just come. Why bring anything with you? We don't have any outsiders. Why are you doing this!"

Ye Xiumei hurriedly gave up her seat to pour tea and got busy.

People must ask for something when they are polite, so Zhang Jiaqiang asked them their purpose after chatting a few words.

It turned out that these aunts knew that they were getting older and were unable to do business selling lighters. They wanted Zhang Jiaqiang to arrange some easy work, so they got together to visit them.

Hearing their thoughts, Zhang Jiaqiang was a little embarrassed.

Now, apart from going to the injection molding workshop and running business, he couldn't arrange anything else.

The aunts saw that he was in trouble, and Aunt Sun, who was taking the lead, sighed and said, "Jia Qiang, if you find it difficult, just pretend that we didn't say anything. It's late at night and you should rest early while we go home!"

Zhang Jiaqiang also felt that letting them run the business was a bit of a rush. It would be more appropriate to let them take care of logistics and cooking after the cable TV project was completed.

He immediately said, "How about you go back first, and I will find a way to solve it for you tomorrow!"

The aunts then said their goodbyes and left, and the young couple finally got clean.

Early in the morning, several car horns woke Zhang Jiaqiang from his sleep.

He hurriedly sat up, opened the window and shouted downstairs, "I heard it, I heard it, Lao Guo, are you going to wake up everyone upstairs!"

I made an appointment with Lao Guo yesterday to pick him up early this morning to pick up the molds. This guy actually came early in the morning.

Ye Xiumei got up early and prepared japonica rice porridge and a few side dishes for him, as well as golden-fried poached eggs exuding an alluring aroma.

Zhang Jiaqiang devoured the meal until he was eighty cents full, put on his clothes and was about to go out.

"Be careful, I, I always feel uneasy, why don't I go with you?"

Zhang Jiaqiang turned around and hugged his wife gently, "Keep it in your heart that your husband is blessed with great fortune and will definitely be fine. Just stay at home and watch some TV if you feel bored!"

Ye Xiumei felt that she had never been so worried about someone. She raised her legs to block his neck and said in a voice as thin as a gnat, "Be careful with everything. When I feel better, I will give it to you..."

Zhang Jiaqiang was overjoyed, but he pretended not to hear and whispered, "Wife, what did you say? I didn't hear it. Say it again!"

"roll roll roll!"

"The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward..." Zhang Jiaqiang burst into laughter, sang the theme song of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and went downstairs.

In the injection molding workshop, the high-speed injection molding machine made a slight roar, and small and exquisite lighter shells appeared under the mold, and were delivered to the assembly personnel on the conveyor belt.

After a while, the finished lighters were filled with propane gas and neatly placed in cardboard boxes.

A big hand full of calluses picked up a lighter from the conveyor belt and pressed it with a click. A wisp of light blue flames rose up and emitted a faint light, illuminating the smiling faces of the people around.

"Yes, it looks better than what's on the market!" Wang Aiguo couldn't put it down, fondling the lighter. "According to this output, about [-] people can come off the production line a day. If we sell them all, we can make a fortune!"

Since it has just started, the production line is now semi-automatic and semi-manual, so the speed is much slower.

Although [-] yuan a day is enough to supply the city, how can Zhang Jiaqiang's appetite be so small?

He picked up a lighter, tossed it up and down in his hand and said, "Where can I get it for [-] yuan? Master, please discuss with Mr. Liu to change the production line to fully automatic as soon as possible, at least to produce more than [-] pieces per day!"

Wang Aiguo and Liu Zhenxing had sweat on their foreheads.

"One hundred thousand, can you sell them?"

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled, picked up a few boxes of lighters, and walked out of the workshop, "You just need to improve, I will take care of the sales!"

The open space outside the workshop was filled with young men, all laid-off workers.

They were informed yesterday that Zhang Jiaqiang would give everyone a brief training and start selling lighters.

Instructing them to find a place to sit down, Zhang Jiaqiang coughed and said loudly, "Today I will tell you a new word - product core competitiveness!"