"You're thinking too much, do I need to bully you?" Qiu Ling's voice sank slightly, staring at Zhang Yifu, "As soon as you come up and say this to me, do you think about the consequences?"

Of course, Zhang Yifu thought about the consequences. Through Niu Xiaozhuang's interpersonal relationship description last night, he had already figured out the interests and also understood Qiu Ling's background. Now that he is so close to the emperor and the crown prince, he is really not afraid of a little powerful minister at all.

"Secretary Qiu, really, let's stop saying these useless words to this place." Zhang Yifu leaned forward slightly, reached out to dust the ashes in the ashtray, "Hurry up and arrange work for me on the work station. If you do yours and I do mine, don't bother anyone. How great it is."

Qiu Ling was already in a madness at this time. In this relatively conservative era, how can a subordinate who speaks like this behaves? How can a newly graduated cadre be more terrifying than a leader?

Qiu Ling weighed the matter repeatedly and chose to endure it. As an old comrade who had been working for nearly 20 years, he knew the worldly ways too well. Director Niu Da was unable to pass it away for a while. The only way to let him get out was that the director found that Zhang Yifu was just a ignorant guy who was just a ignorant guy and had to give the manager time to realize this. In order to let the manager realize this, he must not give him any chance to show himself. He was forced to throw him into the cold palace and could not see the emperor. After a long time, he gave up on his mind to apply for transfer.

I can't beat you to death, but I can't fight you to death?

So Qiu Ling put away the anger of slapping the table and pointed to the outside and said, "Since you mean that, I don't need to say more. There is a table in 407, so go there. The engineering drawings of our factory are stored there. You can read them all first and be fully familiar with our factory equipment."

What Zhang Yifu wants is the state of idle clouds and wild cranes. Since you don’t plan to go with you, don’t give me work. I have my own life. Then he put out the cigarette butts and stood up and pushed back to the chair: “Then I’ll get to know my colleagues first.”

"It's up to you, don't delay their work." Qiu Ling waved his hand like a fly, "Don't come to me if you're okay."

If you explain it clearly, you will feel happy.

"That's sure." Zhang Yifu finally asked, "By the way, the factory director gave me an order at the meeting to participate in the drafting of safety regulations."

"I will add your name, don't worry." Qiu Ling hit the fly again.

"Then I'll leave, goodbye to Section Chief Qiu."

In fact, Zhang Yifu expected this ending. He had no time or energy to play Tai Chi with this narrow-minded middle-aged uncle, and he had to use rough methods to crush him.

Fortunately, Niu Dameng should be a man who likes roughness.

Zhang Yifu left the office, repaired his shirt, and got into the clerk's office by himself. At the same time, his expression turned from ** to a creamy boy like a professional actor.

The door was open, and he stood at the door in a slight manner, knocked on the door twice, and asked timidly: "May I ask... is this a technical department?"

At this time, an old clerk was drinking tea and reading newspapers, a young clerk was sleeping, and a female clerk was writing at her desk. The three of them put down their important things at the same time and turned to look at Zhang Yifu.

"This is the technical department, who are you?" The old clerk slowly put down the newspaper, raised his glasses, and then said in surprise, "Is it a new college student?"

"It's me, Zhang Yifu." Zhang Yifu rubbed his head shyly, "I'm still afraid of admitting the wrong door."

"Come on, please ask!" The old clerk stood up enthusiastically and greeted him, "There is a table by the window, so just sit there."

"Thank you... the section chief has arranged me in the information room."

"..." The old clerk stopped hearing this and quickly figured out the joints, "Oh... I'm going to let you get closer to the design drawings, so be familiar with the factory first. It's okay, so I'll study there first, and move it here tomorrow."

At this moment, the other two also put down their things and politely surrounded them.

After some introduction, Zhang Yifu got to know the three of them roughly.

The old clerk is Lao Wang, who is still retiring.

The little clerk is Xiao Li, who is stumbled on life.

The female clerk is Sister Zhao, whose main job is to write modern poetry and submit articles to major magazines.

Overall, there is basically no job.

It has to be admitted that during the long journey of state-owned development and reform, there are people like this, so we can't blame them, just let the system take the blame. When we got to know the three, Lao Wang asked about where his parents worked and whether they had a partner; Xiao Li was more interested in sports, asked Zhang Yifu if he had any specialties, participated in the factory basketball team, table tennis team, etc.; Sister Zhao hoped to know which writer and poet this college student was in love with.

After dealing with it, Zhang Yifu has to take a break, and he doesn’t waste time so much. I have the leisure to talk to Wang Xiaohua under the moonlight.

Xiao Li was very active. A peer came to the department and made him a little excited. He took the initiative to ask Zhang Yifu to clean his exclusive office, go to the office to help get stationery, etc.

After entering the legendary 407, Zhang Yifu realized what the real hell is. It turned out that Niu Xiaozhuang's dormitory was nothing at all. The dust here was thicker than his nails, and even the spider webs in the corners of the wall were pressed down.

"I need disinfectant..." Zhang Yifu said this for the second time, but he did not expect that the first two major projects he did after coming here were all about the environment.

Xiao Li is named Li Weifeng. Although this man with a domineering name is not inferior to physical strength and passion. After running upstairs and downstairs for a few laps, he actually got two bottles of 84 disinfectant. At the same time, he found a cleaning product, and the two of them were busy.

Even while wearing a mask and sweeping the spider web, Xiao Li kept saying: "You really can't play table tennis? It should be something that people can do!"

"I really don't know, I'm pneumothorax and I'm immune to body." Zhang Yifu must kill Li Weifeng's expectations in the cradle.

"What a pity... It depends on your good physical condition. I'll get off work one day and go to the activity room. I'll teach you, so I'll be good at learning."

"I'm pneumothorax, and I'll die once I exercise."

"Not that exaggerated!" Li Weifeng laughed and said, "Exercise is always good. It's okay. I won't force you. It's right to pull me up when I want to exercise. There are a few girls in our factory who always come to the activity room to watch people play basketball, and it's very popular. Do you know Wang Xiaohua? Last time I pestered me to teach him how to chop the ball!"

"Success." Zhang Yifu reluctantly responded. It seemed that Wang Xiaohua was really famous.

"Oh..." Li Weifeng said, and sighed again, "Section Chief Qiu... Just like that, you can endure it here first. Usually, you can't get into our hands with greasy work. I've been here for so many years, and at most I just write documents and do some mechanical work. He holds the core things in his hands."
Chapter completed!