Rewrite the Technological Landscape

　　 "Master."

　　 Meng Qian stepped forward to say hello. The security guard who was loosening his bones turned his head and glanced at Meng Qian, and asked in confusion, "Is there anything wrong with the young man?"

　　 "I want to ask you something." Meng Qian smiled harmlessly, "Do you know what the factory wants to sell?"

　　 He Wenkang's factory is going to be sold in the newspaper, so Meng Qian doesn't have to worry that the employees don't know about it.

　　 "I know." The security guard looked Meng Qian up and down, "Who are you?"

　　 "I'm here to investigate." Meng Qian took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the security guard. "Our company has this intention."

　　 "Oh." The security guard did not take the cigarette, "Then you wait a moment, I will call the leader to say."

　　 "No need." Meng Qian stopped the security guard who turned and was about to enter the security room. "I'm here for an unannounced visit."

　　 "Unannounced visit?" The security guard frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, "I can't let you in without the consent of the leader."

　　 "You don't need to go in." Meng Qian once again motioned to the other party to pick up the cigarette, "I will ask you a few questions without delay."

　　 Seeing Meng Qian's words, the security guard took the cigarette, "I'm just a janitor, what use do you ask me for?"

　　 "Just to ask something trivial." Meng Qian took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.

　　 The security took a sip and looked at the Zhonghua Cigarette in his hand, "It's not profitable."

　　 Meng Qian smiled and did not respond to his words, and directly asked, "How do you call the master? How many years have you been in this factory?"

　　 "My surname is Zhang, I have been here since the establishment of the factory in 1991."

　　 "Do you know what people's attitudes towards the company's sales of factories are now?"

　　 "What kind of attitude can we have? We just come to work, and the boss said that we can't do anything if we want to sell it."

　　 Meng Qian continued to ask, seemingly indifferent, "How many people have resigned from the factory recently?"

　　 "I don't know this, I don't care about resignation."

　　 "Yes, then do you have any requirements for the new owner in the future?" Meng Qian looked at the factory and smiled faintly.

　　 "Request? Can I make a request?"

　　 "Hahaha, of course, the safety of the factory depends on you."

　　 "I'll take this salary to keep me safe, you don't need to open me." The security guard responded with a smile for the first time.

　　 Meng Qian smiled, and he probably felt the character of the security guard, and then changed the subject, "Uncle Zhang, have those factories been built in 1991?"

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　　 In the next half an hour, Meng Qian asked a lot of things about the history of the factory. The questions asked were very shallow, and there was nothing to say about it, but even so, some things were obviously avoided by the security.

　　 After half an hour, Meng Qian left first after he had a basic impression. Zhang Guoqiang, the security guard, looked at Meng Qian's back somewhat inexplicably, and felt that Meng Qian had been asking for a long time, but he didn't seem to ask anything special.

　　 At 8 o'clock the next morning, Meng Qian came to the factory again, "Uncle Zhang, morning."

　　Meng Qian learned yesterday that they have a two-shift system, two days a day shift, two evening shifts and two rest days. The working hours are from 5 in the morning to 5 in the evening, and from 5 in the evening to 5 in the morning.

　　 The working hours of the factory are from 9 am to 6 pm.

　　 "Why are you here again?" Zhang Guoqiang saw Meng Qian, still very defensive.

　　 "Well, there is no one day of inspection." Meng Qian responded with a smile, and handed Zhang Guoqiang a cigarette. Today, he changed to Liqun.

　　 "You can't get in again, isn't your inspection just come to me and ask questions every day?"

　　 "I know I can't get in, don't you just come here early to see how everyone is at work."

Zhang Guoqiang looked at Meng Qian for a while and didn't say anything. He couldn't figure out what Meng Qian was doing. After all, he was a security guard. Maybe he would really be a member of his new owner in the future. It would not be good to offend, but he does not rule out. Meng Qian had other intentions, so after thinking about it, Zhang Guoqiang planned to see what Meng Qian was doing today. After he left, he would talk to the factory leader and let the leader handle it.

　　 No one came to work at 8 o'clock, Meng Qian casually searched for topics and chatted with Zhang Guoqiang. The latter just chatted with Meng Qian for a while, and the babbles didn't say anything about business.

　　 Until 8:30, people began to enter the factory one after another. Zhang Guoqiang stood at the door, and Meng Qian's thief cat stayed aside, but sometimes some people went to ask about the situation of the people Zhang Guoqiang had just passed by.

　　 Zhang Guoqiang will be provoked to respond to Meng Qian’s questions.

　　 At 9 o'clock, except for those who are late, they have already arrived at the factory. Zhang Guoqiang closed the factory door and prepared to return to the security room. "You have to go to work, do you want to continue to observe?"

　　 "No, I am going back too." Meng Qian handed Zhang Guoqiang a cigarette again, "Uncle Zhang, you didn't report my affairs to the leader yesterday, did you?"

　　 "I promised yesterday that you would not report if you didn't report." Zhang Guoqiang specifically grabbed the word yesterday.

"Then can you report today." Noting these two keywords, Meng Qian continued, "It's not easy for everyone to work, just mix and eat. Don't worry, I will abide by the rules and I will never give it to you. Trouble."

　　 Zhang Guoqiang looked at Meng Qian, and at this Meng Qian who was about the same age as his own child, he felt relieved, "I know, but if you let me find something wrong, I will definitely report it immediately."

　　 "Don't worry, I just came to look at the situation in the factory and see everyone's status, that's it."

　　 After saying goodbye, Meng Qian left again.

　　 On the second day, Zhang Guoqiang went to work at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and Meng Qian came to the factory at 5:50.

　　 "You go to work." Zhang Guoqiang took the initiative to tease after seeing Meng Qian.

　　 Meng Qian responded with a smile, "Well, let’s see how everyone is off work today."

　　 "You people, you really don't understand what you are doing." Zhang Guoqiang shook his head, went to open the factory door, and Meng Qian hurried up to help.

　　 I stayed for a long time today, until 8:30, because there are some people working overtime.

　　 In the following days, as long as Zhang Guoqiang goes to work, Meng Qian will report based on his working hours, chat with him, and learn about the company's employees by the way.

　　 On March 12, Zhang Guoqiang's second day shift, Meng Qian once again came to the lithography machine research and development factory, "Uncle Zhang, your egg burrito."

　　 Zhang Guoqiang took the egg burrito from Meng Qian, and gave the three dollars that had been on the table to Meng Qian~www.ltnovel.com~ It’s troublesome. "

　　 It can be seen that Zhang Guoqiang did not want to take advantage of these three dollars, and Meng Qian accepted the money naturally. For this kind of small money, people don't want to owe themselves, and there is no need to ask for it, otherwise it will only make people uncomfortable.

Seeing Zhang Guoqiang began to eat egg rolls, Meng Qian put a crimson bag on his table, Zhang Guoqiang's whole body was tense, he looked at the red bag on the table, his first reaction was that Meng Qian was giving it Give things by yourself.

His face quickly sank. Just about to say something, he saw Meng Qian peeling open the red bag and smiled and said, "What do you want, Uncle Zhang, I don't have money to send you Maotai. Your girl is not going to take the college entrance examination this year. Well, these are the notes I made before. I don't know if it will work. You can take them back and show them to her."

　　 "Your notes?" Zhang Guoqiang was a little overwhelmed, "You, did you have a good grade?"

　　 "It's okay, Jiang Da's."

　　 Zhang Guoqiang was even more dazed, "You graduated from Jiangda University? You just graduated from Jiangda University and did this sneaky thing?"

　　 Meng Qian, "..."

　　 At one o'clock in the afternoon of March 19, 2002, Meng Qian, who was docking with Sun Xiaojing in the hotel, suddenly received a call from He Wenkang.

　　 "Meng, where is it?"

　　 "In Shanghai."

　　 "In Shanghai? Will you come to the public office?"

　　 "It doesn't matter anymore, Mr. He called me today, he should give me good news, right?"

　　 He Wenkang on the other end of the phone smiled, "I want to take you to the factory first."

　　 "Go to the factory?"

　　 "Well, are you free?"

　　 "Of course, when?"

"when are you free?"

"Now you can."

　　 "Then, see you at 2 o'clock."

　　 "Okay, see you at 2..."