Foolish Man

The old man didn’t continue to ask about the scriptures because it was related to the scriptures at home. He probably thought of his own family affairs. He sighed with the same feelings, and then cheered Xiao Qi, "Young man. , You are still young. As long as you work hard, you will have a better life in the future. Many things are caused by poverty."

The cigarette holder was bitten with his teeth, and Xiao Qi squinted and grinned twice as he was smoked. He still seemed a little discouraged when he looked noncommittal.

"If you can have a harmonious family, it feels good to be poor, let alone, old man, which house did your family buy? I would have to wait until the end of this year if the house is to be handed over."

Xiao Qi is all like this, the old man is naturally embarrassed to continue to lie to Xiao Qi, and proactively confessed his identity as a supervisor. I turned it around when I was there. The measurement is very professional. Which constructor did you hire to do it?"

Xiao Qi pinched the cigarette with his index finger and thumb and turned his head to look at the old man with a slight surprise, and then there was nothing particularly courteous. He just smiled, "I didn't expect the old uncle to be this. I just praised the old man. I accepted it cheeky, but if you want to talk about professionalism, it is definitely not as good as your old uncles. When you were in this business, it was really based on your ability to eat."

The old man called himself Cen, "Today, you are alone and surprised me three times. Yes, young man, if you know how skilled you are, you can take care of yourself at your age. It's pretty good."

Xiao Qi waved his hand with a smile, and called the old man Uncle Cen. "It's not as much skill, it's just learning. People like us always have to think more about it, in case you have to live with inconspicuous craftsmanship anytime. I don’t know, right?"

The two chatted casually for a while. Seeing that the time was almost eleven o'clock, Xiao Qi took out the phone to check the time, and the obvious small lady's phone made Uncle Cen glance at it more.

"It's almost lunch time, let's go, Uncle Cen, let's have a lot of fun, let me bribe, bribe, bribe, bribe you?"

This ridiculous tone made Uncle Cen burst into laughter again, "Don't worry, I am not the one who has to pick the bones in the egg, this is the first time you take care of work, and it is probably better than mine. The old man who is supervising smoking cessation is clean, so don't engage in those vain heads. As long as you improve the quality of your piece, it will definitely be fine after inspection."

Xiao Qi shook Uncle Cen's hand with a touched expression on his face, "Uncle Cen, I am a little bit convinced by the words you just comforted me. There are still many people in this world. If you live, you will have a better tomorrow. Hope! When I get my salary, I must ask Uncle Cen to come out and have a meal."

While he was talking, he stretched out his hand to collect the cigarette that was still in Uncle Cen’s hand, “Uncle Cen, since you are in the quitting period, it’s best not to smell it. It’s a test of the old smoker’s will to resist temptation. ."

Uncle Cen said with a smile, "Good boy, don't you believe in my self-control?"

Xiao Qi just laughed, obviously not believing it.

For the old smoker, the smell of tobacco is indeed like a cat's paw scratching in the heart. At the beginning, smelling second-hand smoke outside can make it irritable.

It was only after Xiao Qi grasped Mr. Cen’s temperament for a while that he dared to get the cigarette back directly. It is to have the opposite effect, but it will make the scene awkward.

It was precisely because of inappropriate actions that were inappropriate for Xiao Qi to change places and individuals, Uncle Cen became more and more aware that Xiao Qi was a rare treat for others, but it was true, without those old fritters.

Xiao Qi helped Uncle Cen to push the bicycle and drove people all the way to the main road outside the gate of the district in District A. He waved his hand and watched the people leave. Then he turned his head back to the construction site.

Lao Lai and the others didn’t feel that even though Xiao Qi is usually very active, it’s okay to sit down and rest for a while and chat with others, but later they saw Xiao Qi taking the old man around. Kicking the curbstone that had been set up before seemed to be shown to the old man.

Lao Lai, who was working on the house construction, did not react, but Peng Laoliu reacted, and let Gong Changjiang, who was working with him, go over and breathe with Lao Lai and the others.

One group knew that the old man was probably a supervisor, and they worked hard to earn performance for the foreman.

This is indeed what Uncle Cen saw in his eyes, and he also remembered it in his heart. A good foreman is not enough. If the workers managed by a good foreman are also motivated and diligent, then the whole engineering team is really amazing. I saw it in my eyes and remembered it in my heart.

In the future, if you hear something about it, or someone asks if there is a reliable construction team, then this person must remember the most memorable engineering team for the first time.

Xiao Qi didn’t overlook the silent efforts of Lai, Peng and Lao Liu. When he came back, he smiled and said sincerely to the big guy. “That person just came from the supervision company. Just now, I was still boasting that we were steadfast in our work and our skills were excellent, and the later acceptance will definitely be no problem."

Thanks verbally and spiritually. In the end, Xiao Qi said that he would let the fast food restaurant give everyone an extra meal at noon, and the material thanks should not lag behind.

In fact, extra meals cost an extra 20 or 30 yuan, which can be combined with Xiao Qi's current behavior, but it is enough to satisfy people psychologically, as if he has indeed made a contribution to the foreman or to them as a whole.

Xiao Qi deliberately collected all of these people into his team, and chatted casually with everyone during the meal, talking about plans to improve their living conditions.

"It's always my fault for me to live in a rough house with no windows and doors, and let you suffer with me. This time Boss Zhu will settle the labor costs, and then I will go to the big house in Chucheng Village together with Yangtze River. Settle you up so that you don’t have to move around if you have work in the future. It’s okay to buy a tricycle to pick you up every day."

They knew what room Xiao Qi lived in now. After all, sometimes Xiao Qi would ask Gong Changjiang to go there and help him get an instrument or something, the dark cubicle where the sun can’t be seen, let’s fart next door. You can hear the sound.

To be honest, it's not much better than their Mao Pei room.

But what Xiao Qi said was touching. After getting the money, he didn't want to improve his life first, but they had already figured out how to settle them in their hearts.

Lai wiped his face, patted the table and toasted Xiao Qi with boiled water instead of wine. "Little boss, meeting you is one of the luckiest things that Laolai has done this year. I will follow the little boss well in the future, no matter how hard you are, no matter how tired. I will never leave!"

Peng Laoliu also sighed with feeling, and talked about the bosses and foremen he met at the beginning. It can be said that Peng Laoliu is the oldest among them. Yes, I am over 50 years old this year.

The eldest brother Peng Laoliu said that when compared with the contractors he met now, others naturally felt more deeply. They gave Xiao Qijing boiled water in the small street fast food restaurants, making him want to lose blood immediately. Sincerely respecting Xiao Qi as the leader for the alliance.

A group of disgraced migrant workers started this battle. Many people in the restaurant turned their heads and looked over frequently. Some people were still laughing lowly, not knowing whether it was a ridicule or simply amusement.

Gong Changjiang was the youngest and was excited at first, but when someone looked at him with a strange look, he was suddenly embarrassed and embarrassed, his face blushed, and his neck was a little embarrassing.

Xiao Qi didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he hooked Gong Changjiang’s neck and laughed like a big brother. We are definitely not inferior to anyone."

"Changjiang, brother will teach you a sentence today. Keep it for your life. People who care about you will never deliberately hurt you and trample you. If people who don't care about you want to hurt you and trample you, they don’t need your personal permission. No one can do it!"

Peng Laoliu secretly wiped the corners of his eyes with his face turned away. This son was cultivated as the only flesh and blood of his deceased brother, but he himself had no abilities.

Now I can meet the little boss who is willing to teach Changjiang how to behave, even if he is poor or tired physically, I feel really satisfied in my heart.

Gong Changjiang graduated from high school anyway. Although he was not smart enough, and he was only a teenager, he did not have a deep understanding of many life philosophies due to lack of experience, but he also knew that the little boss was teaching him.

Gong Changjiang nodded obediently, thought for a while, and stood up with a glass of boiled water like other uncles of the workers, and respected Xiao Qi with the strange red ears of passers-by or customers in the store.

Xiao Qi squeezed the water cup and suffocated the rest of the water in the cup, his apple was rolling, and then he smiled freely and comforted Gong Changjiang to sit down, "Okay, let's not respect it, I think you deliberately let me drink water. If you are full, you can save the meat and eat it yourself."

This ridicule made everyone laugh again. Gong Changjiang seriously stretched out his chopsticks and really grabbed a few pieces of meat for Xiao Qiduo.

"Oh, it's really the master and the apprentice Si, it's a relationship, we uncles are not comparable."

A group of rough guys made fun of Gong Changjiang, a tender boy. They were not merciless. They were so amused that Gong Changjiang's face was red and he couldn't stand it, so he could only pretend to be serious about picking up rice.

Because a group of elders usually have nothing to do except work, and they didn’t bring the mother-in-law back. Except occasionally using the cell phone in Lao Lai’s place to call the mother-in-law and the child, they can only make fun at other times. Gong Changjiang played.

Peng Laoliu also felt that his son had just come out of school and his cheeks were not thick enough, so he let the group of workers make jokes.

Everyone gets along well, and they all regard Gong Changjiang as their junior. Don't be sympathetic, it's just because Gong Changjiang followed Xiao Qi to measure this matter, everyone would not have any hostility towards Gong Changjiang.

After all, Gong Changjiang will be the worst construction worker in their engineering team in the future, and his father Peng Laoliu is still the most skilled worker. Various emotional and rational reasons are intertwined. Naturally, there is no such thing as malicious joking and verbal attacks.

Men are not like women. Under normal circumstances, they don't have to divide their feelings into detail. No matter what the reason is, it is a fact that the feelings are good anyway.

The author has something to say: Xiao Qi: Harvest a group of younger brothers [squatting on the road, smoking cigarettes and smiling triumphantly

ps: Thank you for your enthusiastic support. Starting tomorrow, three shifts will last for at least one month. Then one shift will definitely arrive at nine o'clock in the morning, the second shift will be at 12 noon, and the third shift will be at six in the afternoon.

With regard to Xiao Daming Zhou’s kind of "pillar" education for his eldest son, let alone, it is true. It is explained by the ideas and concepts of their generation, and there is no sense of disobedience_(:3∠)_

And I wonder if it’s my own person. I asked my mother about this many years ago. I said Mom. Have you ever suspected that your father is actually not your grandfather’s biological son?

My dad is the only son of my grandfather’s five children, and he is the eldest son, but my grandparents wanted to kill our family back then. In my first book, I went to the ground and yelled, "I killed the old man." This scenario is completely restored.

My brother and I were treated very badly. The grandchildren came to eat white rice, white noodles or egg meat, they were all closed to prevent our children from entering the house, and even the worms that had grown on the nut would be eagerly awkward. Take it to the eldest daughter.

Then grandpa left the house when he was young to resist the U.S. Aid Korea... [After the brain was filled with countless stalks, he was shocked.

Of course, in the end, my mother gave me a slap on the back of the head: What nonsense? Hurry up and do your homework!