Two bottles of wine for four people were not a big deal. When the rain stopped, everyone also closed the stalls. The wine was not high for four people. The food was full and they all left one by one and went home. Everyone was steadily and relaxed.

Wen Xu returned home here, played with the children for a while, took a shower early, and went to bed.

When I returned to the village, my warm life naturally became regular. There was only a little thing every day. I would burn a few porcelains when I had free time and do some carpentry work. When I didn’t want to do things, I would find a place to lie down beautifully. I either listen to storytelling or sleep. My life was so beautiful that it was almost bubbled.

However, there are inevitably some disharmonious places in the middle of good days. For example, the visit organized by the county is said to be that the county actually has little to do with the people of several major functional departments in the county. It is organized by the county Youth League Committee. In name, it seems to allow young people in the county to better understand the achievements of the county's economic development over the past two years and encourage young people to start more businesses.

Anyway, this is a name, and it is just to organize a group of young people to visit various companies. That's it.

One of the major characteristics of this county’s Youth League Committee is that it has no money. Organizing everyone to visit and eat from various companies. For example, when it’s time to have lunch on the first day of the visit, the Xudong Company was the one that was set to eat at Xudong at noon, and the second night was the largest foreign-funded factory in the county: the Korean-funded garment processing factory.

As soon as this schedule was arranged, Wen Xu felt a little amused and crying when he brought the last meal to his hands.

"Uncle, you said that the county Youth League Committee is a little poor, you can't even afford a meal. You can go to the Korean cafeteria where you are locked in. Look at the old women who are cooking, and the eyes of us are like beggars!"

Wen Guangcheng is carrying a stainless steel dining plate here, which is a rectangular stamping dining bowl with a few crumbs in the middle that serves dishes and rice.

Wen Guangcheng complained because he felt that his dishes were a little bit less. He said it was a standard meal, with only two vegetarian and two meats. One meat was fried eggs with leeks, and the other meat was chicken legs. I won’t say anything about the vegetarian dishes. I can’t tell you anyway, and I don’t know what it is. Anyway, I don’t have the appetite. The chicken legs are small, probably not even half of the normal chicken legs. Not only does the dishes have no appearance, but they also give less.

When Wen Guangcheng was cooking, he obviously saw a spoonful of food for his master. When he picked it up, he shook it twice, and almost half of it shook it off. Then when he arrived in the Wenhui basin, it was probably only enough to have a few bites.

While Wen Guangcheng was talking, Wen Xu had already picked up a piece of chicken leg. While thinking about whether to eat it, he saw a boy from a village not far away who was sitting next to him and not knowing which village was gnawing on the chicken leg.

"Bah, these chicken legs seem to be uncooked!" The boy took a bite and spit out the chicken legs in his mouth. He took a closer look at the chicken legs he picked on his chopsticks.

A young man next to him glanced at him and said, "It's not that it's not cooked or that's the taste. What kind of delicious food can the canteen in the factory? It's a blessing that it's not a cabbage and tofu department every day, and you can still hope for more? Xiao Zheng, you have never suffered any hardships. In the past, domestic and foreign-funded factories were mostly like this. A boss who is a little bit sautéed to stew fatty meat with cabbage! It's not just a spoonful of the amount."

"Eat this every day? Then I might as well just pickle rice. What's the thing? The vegetables have no flavor, the meat is so delicious, but it's not the right taste! Even the slutty shoes are not worthy of Xudong." The young man snapped and took a picture of the chopsticks.

"You can't compare it either. Xudong is a company. They make high-end food. What kind of factory is this? The secretary of the Shangjie asked for a face to beg for the sake of his face. It was a sweatshop in the mouths of Europeans and Americans. You really have some comparisons," said the person who spoke.

"You can eat well. The second floor, the second floor is a place for money and a place for management to eat. This is a worker's restaurant. To be honest, it would be nice to see the meat every meal." After saying that, the man who came with him picked it up again. He was very happy to eat, chewing the chicken legs in his mouth in big mouths, as if he was delicious.

The person who spoke was obviously working in the factory before and knew what the free meal in the sweatshop was, so he could only eat it, and he still had it.

But the young man who vomited the chicken was obviously not a person who could eat this. It can be seen from his clothes and dressing that this is not a child from a poor family, and he probably has to be a middle-class child anyway.

Today, the people in this organization are all villages with some strength in the county, and the rest are sent by the streets in the county to deal with it. Most of these people have never suffered any hardships. Even if they have suffered, who would like to remember the bitterness and think about the sweetness of the people? None of them are state cadres, so why do you do this?

After the young man took a bite, he was no longer interested in taking a second bite. He stood up while talking, took out a napkin from his pocket, wiped his mouth and said.

"Brothers, let's eat outside. What kind of fucking thing? Feed people like pigs!"

After saying that, the man slammed the napkin, greeted the two people who came with him, and then walked out of the restaurant with a swagger.

The 50 or 70 people who came to visit were all having dinner together, and no one wanted to eat this thing. To be honest, Guqiao was located in Jiangnan after all, and its poverty was compared to the entire Jiangnan county. It was placed inland. Guqiao could not be considered poor. Two spoons of cabbage, plus a chicken leg that seemed to have changed quality. Who doesn’t tend to be abused? Who eats this?

Seeing someone taking the lead, many people stood up, and some of them directly took the dishes from the plate and poured them into the bucket, and then threw the basin back to the basin counter.

In less than three minutes, everyone stood up.

When the main force arrived at the door, a clerk from the county Youth League Committee spoke out and stopped everyone: "Where are you going? The TV station's people arrived, and we will leave after the filming."

"Smack a bird, eat pig food? If you are happy, we are not happy." Someone in the crowd retorted at the officer.

"What are you talking about?" The person from the county Youth League Committee was immediately displeased: "You can't understand? We are here to visit, not to show off, and the company has no obligation to provide us with lunch!"

"Can't we pay for it ourselves? Who would be so happy to eat this pig food? It's not like a bad canteen, nor do you learn from Xudong. The employees on the front line work there are four dishes and one soup in the afternoon, and the canteen is like a pigpen."

Another person started to speak out.

"You have to know that we provide it for free!"

A middle-aged man in his forties who followed the worker immediately jumped out and started to blame everyone with a stern face. This man in his forties said something bad in Chinese. He knew he was a foreigner, at least not from Greater China. If you contact the name of this factory, you don’t have to guess that everyone knows that this person is a foreigner.

Wen Xu really has no good feelings for the so-called Koreans. It’s not that Koreans don’t have good people, but some Koreans really treat themselves as things. Let’s say that, with an inexplicable sense of altitude. They always think that what’s going on in Korea? Let’s say that, there are such a group of Koreans who perfectly interpret what Yelang’s arrogance is.

Isn’t there a joke? The one who looks down on the United States the most is North Korea, and the one who looks down on China the most is South Korea, the world’s number one and the second largest economy has been despised by two countries on a small peninsula. Just look at their sports activities, you can understand what it is like to distort your self-esteem.

The person who spoke obviously spoke to everyone with this attitude. For such a person, everyone directly called him a stick man. The old saying goes that people must humiliate one after another, and then they will bring shame on themselves. Now this person is!

No one is a worker who works for you, so why should you eat this thing for free? Who is short of this two money?

"We should eat it for free? Joke, I also provide shit for free. Do you want to eat it?" Another person immediately replied.

"You are so rude!" The bastard shivered in a masculine manner.

Everyone ignored him and went out one after another.

"Mr. Yang! Look," the bastard said immediately to the Youth League Committee officer, his tone very dissatisfied.

Secretary Yang immediately shouted to everyone: "Everyone sit back, will the county station make a movie come true?"

"When eating this thing, you're going to make a movie? Isn't it embarrassing to lose it? When it comes to the news, people thought that we Guqiao people had never eaten anything. They thought that China was a small country. We would be happy for a long time when eating the roasted pork belly of the special mother. If you eat beef once, you can't run around the street with beef gravy. But what's the thing? This is also the place where you show off?"

I don’t know who said something, but what he said was quite mean, and Zhang’s crowd burst into laughter.

"Everyone pay attention to your words and deeds!"

Secretary Yang also knew that these people were all easy to do with one or two of them, so they all got together. They were just real local snakes. I guess Secretary Zhou would have a headache when he heard this, let alone a little officer.

Officer Yang is not stupid. He can curse one or two. If so many people get together, then the relationship is not something that he can do is to be a minor official.

"Say something!"

Everyone walked out of the cafeteria with a smile.

"Cadre Yang!"

This person glared at Officer Yang.

Officer Yang had no choice but to smile and said, "I can't afford to offend these people, why don't you call Secretary Zou?"

Secretary Zou is the secretary of the county magistrate. Director Yang’s meaning is very clear. I can’t scold these people, so you should ask the county magistrate to train them.

This guy was also missing a string in his mind. He took out the phone and started dialing it, and started talking in a slight way.

Wen Xu was not interested in staying here, so he directly pulled Guangcheng and Guanghong. The three uncles and nephews sneaked out of the factory with the large army. This is the so-called industrial park. Anyway, you can see such industrial parks everywhere now, and there are restaurants nearby. Wen Xu picked a look of one, and took Guangcheng and Guanghong into it.

The three uncles and nephews entered the store, picked a seat by the window and sat down.

"Someone have something to eat!"

When the waiter saw the three of them entering the store, he immediately ran over diligently, put down a recipe and took out a pen to prepare the dishes.

"What a thing? The factory is so bad that it's like shit. Let's visit..."

Wen Guangcheng muttered while flipping through the menu.

When the waiter and aunt in her thirties heard this, she immediately said, "You are not from the clothing factory."

"No, do we look so much like a stick?" Wen Guangcheng raised his head and asked.

"It's good. It depends on your natural clothes. I'm very particular about my clothes. I admit my mistake," the waiter said.

"Why don't you like them?" Wen Guanghong asked with a smile.

"I like a ghost, I look poor and stingy, but I look like I'm stingy, but I just show off my face. I tell you that these sticks are so terrible. Just last year, a stick made the belly of a few women. Their family came to the factory to make trouble, and finally gave some money. Even so, there were still those idiots who came to this person, and their brains were ruined by Korean dramas. But when they talked, there were many idiots in our country, and they had missiles on their sides. Some Chinese people stretched their heads and looked like they were cheap to give money to others. Do you think this was a careless person..." The waiter said shamelessly.

Wen Xu glanced at her and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be an angry young man!"

"I didn't do this at first. If you stay here for a long time, you will know what kind of morality is not like for the garment factory, and it will be like this." After the waiter said, he whispered: "I heard that last year, a girl from the second grade of junior high school was..."

Just as the waiter was talking, the boss at the counter over there said, "Don't talk nonsense, why are you talking to the guests?"
Chapter completed!