The workers nearby saw Zhao Qingsong greeting him warmly. Zheng Shipeng heard them calling Zhao Qingsong and looked very familiar. Based on their names, he thought that Zhao Qingsong was an ordinary worker in the pig farm.
Zheng Shipeng was still standing on the tractor. Seeing that Zhao Qingsong's walking was obviously different, he laughed and said: "What kind of people want this pig farm? What can you do? Carrying things and walking at the back?"
"Xiao Zheng..."
A kind-hearted uncle next to him wanted to tell Zheng Shipeng that Zhao Qingsong was not a worker, he was the owner of the pig farm.
Before he could say anything, Zheng Shipeng scolded him: "What are you calling? Have the pigs been driven away? What will happen if it delays my delivery?"
No one can look down on Zheng Shipeng, who shows off his power in the pig farm every day. Judging from the reaction of the workers, it seems that it is no longer unusual.
Zhao Qingsong thought in his heart that if this kind of person stayed in the pig farm, sooner or later he would be killed by him.
He looked at Zheng Shipeng: "Are you new here?"
Zheng Shipeng twitched the waistband of his pants: "It's not new, I've been working for a few months."
"Oh, what's your name?"
Zheng Shipeng rolled his eyes at Zhao Qingsong: "Master Zheng Shipeng, are you here to work? If the pig ran away, didn't you know how to get over there?"
"Why don't you go?"
"Who's here to see you when I'm gone? If it weren't for me, what kind of chaos would have happened." Zheng Shipeng looked proud.
Zhao Qingsong glanced at the pig and said, "I think it's only because of you that there will be chaos."
Before Zheng Shipeng could get angry, Zhao Qingsong responded to Zheng Shipeng's original words: "You are busy, I will go talk to Lao Song about something, and I will come back later and follow you."
After speaking, he glanced at Zheng Shipeng lightly. The latter couldn't help but shiver at his gaze, and whispered in a low voice: "Who is that person?"
Others were already fed up with Zheng Shipeng coming in through the back door and bossing him around like a boss. Since he was Song Xianping's cousin, they dared not speak up.
Zheng Shipeng finally stepped on Zhao Qingsong's fault today.
Zhao Qingsong was a loyal and fair person. When he found out what Zheng Shipeng had done in the pig farm, everyone was waiting to see what happened next, and no one reminded Zheng Shipeng for a while.
Zheng Shipeng jumped off the tractor and kicked the worker next to him. The worker was about the same age as him and had finally found a job on a pig farm. He was usually very tolerant of Zheng Shipeng. He despised him in his heart and walked behind, but his face showed a forced expression.
With a flattering smile, he said to Zheng Shipeng: "That's our boss, together with Boss Song. Don't you know?"
Zheng Shipeng was stunned. He knew that this pig farm not only had Song Xianping as its boss, but he didn't know that Zhao Qingsong was actually one of the bosses.
When Song Xianping arranged for him to come in, he told him to be careful and not to be too ostentatious.
At first, Zheng Shipeng still kept his tail between his legs. Later, he found that as long as Song Xianping's name was brought out, people in the pig farm would not dare to offend him. As time went by, Zheng Shipeng became more and more happy. Gradually, Zheng Shipeng seemed to have forgotten Song Xianping's preface.
When he met Zhao Qingsong, Song Xianping remembered that his cousin had specifically told him that the bosses of the pig-raising partnership didn't come here very often, and there was one person named Zhao who he couldn't offend.
I didn't expect that I would meet him directly today and offend him directly.
Zheng Shipeng couldn't help but swallowed when he thought that he had mocked Zhao Qingsong's body just now. It was over.
He had a bitter look on his face, and he just hoped that Zhao Qingsong wouldn't argue with him, otherwise he would definitely lose his fat guy.
Zhao Qingsong didn't come in the end. When Zheng Shipeng heard the news that Zhao Qingsong was gone, he couldn't wait for a moment and ran to the office to find Song Xianping——
"cousin!"
"What are you shouting for?" Song Xianping almost choked and glared at Zheng Shipeng.
Zheng Shipeng smoothed his hair, leaned in front of Mr. Song, and smiled flatteringly: "Cousin, that guy named Zhao just now, did he say anything?"
Song Xianping knocked on Zheng Shipeng's head: "That's Lao Zhao. You have to call me Brother Zhao. Who is Zhao and how he taught you? Have you forgotten all about it?"
Zheng Shipeng nodded hurriedly: "I know, I know, tell me quickly if he said anything?"
His guilty look made Song Xianping suddenly react. He asked Zhao Qingsong, who never asked about the pig farm, why he asked so many questions today.
"Did you do something?"
"...No." Zheng Shipeng's eyes wandered.
Song Xianping slapped Zheng Shipeng and asked him to tell him what happened.
Zhao Qingsong had just chatted with him for a few words and then asked Song Xianping why he fired Song Xiaoshan.
Song Xianping told the story he had prepared. Seeing that Zhao Qingsong nodded and didn't ask any questions, Song Xianping thought the matter was over.
After all, in his knowledge, Zhao Qingsong and Song Xiaoshan were not very familiar.
Seeing that Song Xianping was about to lose his temper, Zheng Shipeng did not dare to hide it and said what he said about Zhao Qingsong. However, he was too cautious and did not dare to say what he said in the name of Song Xianping.
Song Xianping warned him more than once that he had to keep a low profile when he came in, but he was temporarily distracted.
"What?" Song Xianping looked at Zheng Shipeng with an irritated look, "You have a long mouth and don't speak human words, right?"
Zheng Shipeng's face was full of regret: "Cousin, I won't be fired, right?"
Song Xianping kicked him: "Get out!"
He didn't say anything, but Zheng Shipeng had the confidence in his heart that he didn't dare to touch Song Xianping's brow, so he immediately closed his mouth and rolled out.
Song Xianping felt a little worried, always feeling that this matter would not end like this.
A few weeks later, Zheng Shipeng was still driving the pig farm tractor steadily.
Thinking that Song Xianping had smoothed things out for him, Zheng Shipeng had been a man with his tail between his legs for a while, but Zheng Shipeng's hands were itchy again.
After delivering the pigs that day, I picked up a few drinking buddies on the road.
Those drinking buddies and Zheng Shipeng had the same bad habits, and they were all idle men. Zheng Shipeng was the only child in his family, he was spoiled and liked to brag.
Now, under the arrangement of Song Xianping, I have become a fat errand, so why don't I brag about it in front of a few drinking buddies?
"Shi Peng, you are so awesome to have such a cousin."
"Should we treat some of us to a drink today?"
"It's necessary! Don't forget about your brother after you send it, don't you think so? Hahahaha~"
Zheng Shipeng's smug face froze. He had spent all the money he had. These people had to eat meat when drinking. They were also very good at drinking. They only ate peanuts at the end of the meal. The money for the wine alone was quite a lot.
But the bullshit was blown away. Zheng Shipeng touched the money he had just recovered in his pocket, which was several hundred yuan. He gritted his teeth and said: "Please."
This is not the first time he has done this. Anyway, for just a few dozen yuan, he can make them drink until they vomit. Then when he goes home, he will find an excuse to ask for money from his family, and then make up for it, and that's it.