Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

As soon as Liang Jiajun left, the warehouse fell into a deathly silence.

The cold wind outside blew straight in through the half-open door, and the trail of dark, muddy footprints on the ground stretched from the doorway all the way into the yard, which was quite conspicuous.

No one spoke in the warehouse; everyone felt as if a piece of thorny iron was pressing on their hearts, making them feel dizzy and disoriented.

Wang Daikui was the first to break down.

He raised his hand and slapped the fuselage hard, the metal shell vibrating and buzzing. He cursed angrily.

"I've got to see this for the first time! They brought back an expert? This is more like bringing back a tyrant!"

"He puts on airs even more than Director Li. He hasn't even settled in yet, but he's already acting like he owns the place. He walks with such affected mannerisms, and all he says is that you guys are no good. He thinks only foreign things are good, acting all high and mighty, with a lackey fawning over him like some old-fashioned patriarch. It's fucking infuriating!"

These words ignited the pent-up anger in the warehouse.

"Exactly! I felt nauseous listening to this at the door. Deputy Factory Director Zhang tried to shake his hand, but he completely ignored him, and even talked about being a germaphobe. That's not germaphobia, he clearly looks down on us guys who work on the earth!"

"He complains that the accommodations and food here are no good, so we have to hire a Western chef to serve him. Would it kill him to eat a bite of our cornbread? We even have to prepare a car for him, and he has to get up at five in the morning to pick him up from the city. The way he acts, anyone who doesn't know better would think the entire Hongxing Factory owes him something!"

"Going to church! If the factory catches fire tomorrow, will he have to finish worshiping his foreign gods before putting out the fire? What kind of nonsense is that!"

"Xiao Wang, don't go pick him up tomorrow. He's disgusting. I can't stand this kind of person. We'd rather find our own way than serve this scoundrel! Our Red Star Factory has thousands of employees; will Liang Jiajun die of thirst without him?"

Xiao Wang stood there, his lips moved but he didn't dare to say anything, and subconsciously looked at Liang Tiejun.

Liang Tiejun remained silent with a sullen face. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and let the smoke dissipate in the cold wind.

"I know you're feeling frustrated. I feel frustrated too. Being looked down upon and treated like a country bumpkin is a terrible feeling. But we have to endure it, we absolutely have to endure it."

Liang Tiejun raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the few key members who were shouting the loudest, his voice deep and hard.

"How much effort did Director Li go through, how many connections did he use, to get these few German-made machines for our Hongxing Factory? They were our lifeline, bought with gold! But now? The machines are right here, and we, the so-called toughest fitters and milling machine operators in the county, are just staring at these lumps of iron, unable to even light a fire."

"It's like we have a treasure mountain right in front of us, a mountain of gold and silver that could turn the Red Star Factory around! But we don't have the key, we don't know how to access it. We're like beggars guarding this treasure mountain, drooling over the gold, only to leave empty-handed in the end. This kind of humiliation is more shameful than being bumped into or spat on!"

Liang Tiejun looked around, his tone becoming increasingly stern.

"If we're incompetent, we can't stand up for ourselves. The Hongxing Factory is like a patient on the verge of death, and these few machines are its life-saving medicine. Liang Jiajun holds the prescription. We're begging for their help, so we deserve to suffer some humiliation and disdain! Who told us to be so useless?"

"But……"

Wang Daikui wanted to say something, but Liang Tiejun stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"There are no 'buts'. If he says something nasty or insulting, just ignore it like he's talking nonsense. But if he talks about technology or techniques, even something as simple as how to tighten a screw, you all have to memorize it."

"The sooner you master these machines, the sooner we can stand up and produce on our own. Don't forget, thousands of people in the factory, thousands of mouths to feed, are all watching whether these machines can make money!"

Everyone fell silent, clenching their fists and staring at the mud stains on the ground. Heavy breathing echoed throughout the warehouse.

Liang Tiejun didn't say anything more. He turned around, glanced at Zhang Dafa, and gently patted his old friend on the shoulder.

"Old Zhang, you've been wronged."

Zhang Dafa's lips twitched, the blush on his old face hadn't completely faded, and he swallowed hard before finally managing to squeeze out the words.

"As long as it's good for the factory... enduring some grievances is nothing."

Liang Tiejun gave his old buddy's shoulder a firm squeeze, then looked at Old Chen.

Old Chen spoke up sullenly: "Director Liang is right. As long as we can learn something, suffering a little hardship is nothing. We went through the same thing back then."

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent and were holding their breath, Liang Tiejun finally felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

He turned his head and looked at Xiao Wang, who was huddled at the back of the crowd.

"Xiao Wang, you'll have to get off work a little harder these next few days. Try to leave work early and get some sleep. Starting tomorrow, pick him up from the city at 5 a.m. sharp. The roads are rough, so drive carefully. I'll talk to the finance department and they'll approve an extra bonus for you these days, as compensation for catching up on your sleep. I'm sorry to trouble you these next few days."

Xiao Wang was bending over to examine the mud stains on the ground when he heard this. He straightened up quickly, chuckled, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Factory manager, look at what you're saying. What's wrong with receiving an expert? At my age, I'm prone to getting irritable and having trouble sleeping. Getting up two hours early is a good way to clear my lungs. Besides, I've only ever glanced at that big hotel in the city when I passed by. This time, I'll benefit from Mr. Liang's connections, and I'll have something to brag about to the guys later, won't I?"

As Xiao Wang agreed, he deftly pulled a white rag from his pocket and draped it neatly over his shoulder.

He first tugged at the collar of his cotton-padded coat, then straightened his back, mimicking the mannerisms of a British butler he'd seen in open-air movies, bowed slightly to the crowd, and deliberately asked in a pretentious tone:

"Look at me, do I look like that?"

Before anyone could respond, he stretched out his hand, mimicking the gesture perfectly.

"Sir, this way please—"

"The ground is slippery, please be careful."

"If the food isn't to your liking, we'll change it; if the car gets cold, I'll put a blanket under it for you; if you get bumpy on the road, I'll apologize again—"

At this point, he deliberately tilted his head towards the door, winked, and added:

"Mr. Liang, shall we go to the theater first, or should we go to the place where I'm supposed to arrange your meeting with that beautiful lady?"

These words immediately dissipated the pent-up anger that had been building up in the warehouse.

Zhu Zi was the first to break down and burst out laughing.

Wang Daikui laughed and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Get lost!"

"Are you making a movie here?"

Xiao Wang chuckled, still draped the white rag over his shoulder, not at all ashamed.

"They showed movies outdoors a few years ago, I remember it very clearly."

"Aren't all those British guys so pretentious? I'm thinking I'll go and serve Mr. Liang the day after tomorrow in the same manner."

This immediately eased the tension on Liang Tiejun's face, and a slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Wang. "Okay." "The day after tomorrow, you'll serve him with the same enthusiasm."

"I'd like to see if this Mr. Liang can still act tough and demanding after you've served him like this."

Laughter erupted again in the warehouse. Even Zhang Dafa, standing to the side, seemed to lose some of the sullen anger on his face.

After Liang Tiejun finished laughing, his expression slowly returned to normal, and he looked up at the twenty or so people in the room.

"Laughter is laughter, anger is anger."

"When the people arrive the day after tomorrow, nobody should cause any trouble."

"No matter how high your ego is, you're still here to share your expertise."

"Remember this humiliation we're suffering right now."

"Only when someone actually masters the skills will this humiliation have been worthwhile."

The twenty or so people in the warehouse didn't chatter away this time; they just stood up straighter than before.

Seeing that everyone's mood had improved, Liang Tiejun nodded and looked at Zhao Shanhe: "Shanhe, come out here for a moment."

Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything and followed him out of the warehouse.

The wind outside was biting cold, and the string of muddy footprints in the yard were glaringly black.

Liang Tiejun stopped, turned around, and lowered his voice: "Shanhe, I know your temper. You're used to being straightforward in the mountains, so you're probably not used to bumping into this weirdo. That shoulder bump you gave him just now was really satisfying. But what if you've really turned him on? How much trouble would that cause afterward?"

He took a half step forward, placed his hand heavily on Zhao Shanhe's shoulder, and spoke earnestly.

"This guy surnamed Liang is like a donkey; you have to stroke him the right way. If you really piss him off now, he'll just pack up and go back to Hong Kong, and these few foreign machines that we bought at great expense will just become a pile of scrap metal and rust. If that doesn't go through with Director Li, all the thousands of people in the factory will starve. So, Shanhe, for the sake of our factory's thousands of employees, I can only beg you to bear with this for now."

Zhao Shanhe stood in the wind for a long time without saying a word.

After a few seconds, he looked up at Liang Tiejun, his face expressionless, and simply nodded slightly.

"I know."

Liang Tiejun stared at him for two seconds, and only when he saw that he had really listened did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.