"Haha, you really are Fan Wei, you kid? How many years have you seen me? There are... four years? five years?" Uncle Zhang smiled and grabbed Fan Wei's arm, and said excitedly, "I really didn't expect that you have grown so tall. I remember back then, you were a little follower who loved to follow me, haha!"

"Hehe..." Fan Wei was embarrassed by Uncle Zhang's words, so he could only smile silly, "Yes, Uncle Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard from my mother that you went to the countryside to retire later, why did you come back to the county town?"

"Hey, don't mention it. My bastard son has bet all my savings. For the sake of life, I'm back." Mr. Zhang said relaxed, but a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. This pain was obviously very related to his son.

"Oh? Are you talking about Uncle Zhang?" Fan Wei said a little strangely, "No, although Uncle Zhang used to be a plumber, he was very diligent and honest. How could he go gamble?"

"Who said no, this is all caused by the world!" Mr. Zhang sighed, "That guy had been a plumber who had been a power worker for several years, and he had always been very honest, but he didn't expect that because he had no money and was useless, his wife was kidnapped away. He couldn't figure it out in anger, so he tried hard to make a lot of money. He naively thought that he would pull his wife back when he had money. But now he could not get rich overnight, so he started gambling. He wanted to make a lot of money, but he lost and owed a lot of debts. I had no choice but to pay off all my pension savings. After paying off the debt, Uncle Zhang completely realized that he is also a worker in the factory. As a human being, he still has to work down-to-earth, right?"

Fan Wei nodded, indicating that he had understood the whole story of this matter. Once this person is stimulated, his brain is sometimes so simple and pitiful. If gambling can become a rich man, then who else in this society is willing to do other things? Uncle Zhang is simply dreaming.

"I won't mention him anymore, why? Are you here to find your mother today? Your mother has rest these few days, so she should be at home?" Uncle Zhang didn't seem to want to mention this matter again. He said to Fan Wei strangely, "You want to find your mother but you came to the wrong place."

"Uncle Zhang, I'm not here to find my mother. I want to come here to see if the factory still recruits people. I also want to work in the factory and earn some pocket money by doing zero-hour worker." Fan Wei thought about it, but the identity of being a zero-hour worker in the textile factory can best hide his motivation.

"Oh, hehe, it turns out that you are here to recruit zero-hour workers to earn extra money. It must be your mother who asked you to come? Yes, you should still be in college. It is a bit difficult to live by relying on your mother's salary alone." Mr. Zhang nodded and said, "You should also know that the business of the textile factory is getting better and better every year, so when there are more orders, you need a lot of zero-hour workers. If you want to work in the factory, go to the personnel department report and fill in the form, just go in and turn right."

Fan Wei did not expect that his mother did not tell Mr. Zhang that she was already very rich. It seemed that her mother was very low-key in the factory and did not show off everywhere that she had a capable son. This may be the most different thing about Fan Wei's mother and the women in the rural areas. She is honest and never likes to show off. Perhaps it is because of this that her relationship with the workers in the factory is very good.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, then I'll go in now." Fan Wei smiled and prepared to say goodbye to Mr. Zhang. When the person walked into the gate, he suddenly seemed to think of something. After stroking through several pockets of his body, he finally found a pack of cigarettes on his body and handed them over and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any meeting gifts. Even if I respect you, I would like to thank you for your help to my family before."

"Look at you, Xiao Fan, why are you doing so politely? No one has any difficulties. If you can help, you will definitely help." Uncle Zhang originally wanted to refuse, but Fan Wei stuffed the cigarette into Uncle Zhang's arms with a handful of words, then turned around and said hello and walked towards the factory.

"This Fan Wei really seems to be a little different from before. Do you know how to give gifts?" Uncle Zhang saw Fan Wei's figure gradually disappearing from the door, subconsciously glanced at the cigarette with a golden dragon-blue pattern in his hand and shook his head blankly and said to himself, "This little guy is really mean. Just know that I, Lao Zhang, are so good at this cigarette."

While muttering, Uncle Zhang walked back to the security room. At this time, he opened a cigarette to another middle-aged security guard who was reading the newspaper and handed over, "Give it to me, a junior just now."

The middle-aged security guard who was reading the newspaper took the cigarette quickly and subconsciously took it into his mouth. However, the next second, when he saw the cigarette box in Mr. Zhang's hand, he was shocked and said, "Old Zhang, who gave the cigarette in your hand? My goodness, who can smoke such a good cigarette?"

"Good cigarette? Is this cigarette good? No wonder I, Old Zhang, smoked cigarettes for half of my life, and I have never seen them." After hearing what my colleague said, Uncle Zhang was obviously stunned and picked up the cigarette box and took a closer look.

"It's not just good cigarettes... Tsk tsk, I once sent this cigarette when I saw the boss accompanying the leader. Real dragon-rich group cigarettes, more than 200 packs!" The middle-aged man hurriedly put down the cigarette on his mouth as reluctantly as he was reluctant to leave, and carefully put it back into his own bad cigarette box that cost three yuan a pack. He said with reluctance, "I have to save it, and I will take it out and smoke when bragging with others."

"What did you say? This cigarette costs two, more than two hundred per pack?" Uncle Zhang was completely stunned. Fan Wei was still a student and wanted to find work in a textile factory. Why did he have more than two hundred per pack of cigarettes? No matter what he thought, he might really not understand. Does a person who casually gave more than two hundred per pack of cigarettes still need to come to such a textile factory to work as a zero-hour worker?

At this time, Fan Wei didn't know that the cigarettes given to Mr. Zhang were recognized. Originally, he thought that the people who were so saving in Mr. Zhang would definitely not know the price of this expensive cigarette, so he sent him a bag. In Fan Wei's opinion, he probably wouldn't know the price of this cigarette even after smoking.

Of course, he didn't really want to work as a zero-hour worker, so he didn't even go to the personnel department there, so he rushed directly into the production factory. After asking several aunt-level female workers who were working next to the textile machine with a shameless face, he found the floor where the technical department of the textile factory was located, and the technical department was also the destination of his trip.
Chapter completed!