Chapter 212: Blood Juice, End of Year Award

"What the is this?"
Early in the morning, after everyone came back from morning exercises, Ye Zhou was ready for breakfast. Everyone had a glass of red juice in front of him. He successfully sat down and raised the juice disgustingly: "Zhouzi, give me a cup of tea . "
He's really not interested in fruit juice.
"No tea, only juice."
He gave him a nasty look, and Ye Zhou picked up the juice and sent it to Ye Huan's lips: "Huan Huan drink and drink, it's delicious, my brother made it for you."
"it is good"
On the other side, Jiang Yanci also brought the juice to Erhuzi, and the two children held the cup nicely: "Drink well!"
After just taking a sip, the two children expressed their heartfelt admiration, and grunted and drank all the remaining juice. Others picked up the juice and tried the taste. The sweet and sour taste was acceptable, except He Chenggong, Pan Xiangdong, who did n’t even eat much fruit, drank boldly. He succeeded in carrying the juice. He looked up with a generous look, but—
"Hey, it's delicious, another drink!"
In the previous second, various disgusting people tasted the taste and immediately changed. Everyone at the table gave him a disgusting look. Ye Zhou said while helping Xiaoye Huan and Erhuzi, "No Now, what do you think you drank just now? It was the baby blood juice planted by laborers and laborers. I drank a healthy body on a weekday, got sick and injured, and immediately healed. It has the effect of living dead bones. "
Grandma's, really when the things he took out were all Chinese cabbage? If it were not for the sake of everyone being a family, he would be reluctant to take out such a treasure.
It's so amazing that you should get rich, but it tastes really good.
He Chenggong apparently didn't believe what he said, but just smashed his mouth and recollected the taste of the juice, not only him, but none of them were present, even if Ye Zhou was telling the truth.
"Blood juice has a detoxifying effect. You may have diarrhea later. That is normal."
They do n’t believe it, and he does n’t want to explain it. Even if it ’s passed, it ’s normal that drinking blood juice should not detox. After all, all the people present are washed by the space pool water, but there are exceptions. It saves them from thinking they're sick.
"I said you can be more civilized? Let's eat, oK?"
He who just took a bite of porridge successfully rolled his eyes and said that he was ill at ease. The boat was fine, but he didn't pay attention to it.
"When you can't afford to eat, you won't be exhausted."
Glancing at him lazily, Ye Zhou raised his rice bowl, He Chenggong, who had never held Ye Zhou in his mouth, shut up obediently. After eating breakfast quietly, Pan Xiangbei left first. He is now at home. The busiest people wander around in the field every day. The tricycle that Ye Zhou used to deliver goods has now become his travel tool. There is no way, apart from the land in the farm, they also have a few acres of land. The distance is too far, and with both legs he would almost run out of energy just walking around every day.
Tomorrow will be the New Year. This is the first year that Ye Zhou has lived in this world. It is also the first year that the family has gathered together. After having breakfast, Ye Zhou politely instructs Dongfang Wu and Ye Zuo to go. Buy more fireworks and firecrackers back in the city, the two children will have to live with them, and the two simply took them away, and because he disappeared for a few days, the hygiene at home should not be cleaned, and the lanterns that have been bought have not been hung Up, there are couplets and so on, Pan Xiangdong He Chenggong and Jiang Tianci stay at home to do these piecemeal things.
As for Ye Zhou himself, Minger is about to celebrate the New Year, and he has long been able to get back the new year's goods to the workers. Each person has a barrel of oil, rice, and two months' salary, which is quite rich.
"General President Ye, I do n’t need rice oil anymore. I do n’t cook by myself anyway. In the afternoon I am going to go home for Chinese New Year. Can you please bring me some vegetables, fruits and chicken and duck?"
In the office, when he saw Ye Zhou appearing, Zhao Guodong was finally relieved. He led his son who was working in the factory to send out new year's goods to the workers, and Wan Xiaohao quietly grabbed Ye Zhou. The sales department is different from the production department. The production department had to go to work on the first day of the new year, and the sales department had a holiday a few days earlier. The reason why he hadn't left today is because Ye Zhou suddenly disappeared. Don't worry, he had already called home. In preparation for not going home today, but now Ye Zhou is back, he can rest assured.
"Okay, there is green rice in warehouse one. Bring it back to the uncle and aunt for early taste. Santana in the factory will go back. This is your year-end award."
Ye Zhou is also a generous master. He not only gave him a thick red envelope, but also gave him the car keys. The happy farm can expand so well, and it is inseparable from Wan Xiaohao's efforts.
"I'm welcome."
Everyone was so familiar, Wan Xiaohao was not polite to him, but he felt wrong when he took the red envelope. Wan Xiaohao opened it and saw a stack of hundred-dollar bills inside, without even removing the seal: "General President, is this right? Too much?"
When they signed the contract, the year-end bonus said that the salary was three months, although his salary had risen from one job to two jobs when he was converted into a formal job in advance, there were not as many as 10,000.
"Who thinks there is too much money? Okay, don't pretend to be with me, take some more money home, and your uncle and aunt are happy?"
The rule is that a dead person is alive. Wan Xiaohao has created more than 10,000 yuan in benefits for him in the past few months. He will help him wholeheartedly, and he will not lose him.
"Do n’t you be so straightforward, Emma Ye, you will get a 10,000 bonus as soon as you shoot. Can I excuse me?"
"Haha."
Wan Xiaohao is not cautious or understandable. Ye Zhou said so. He also collected the money honestly, and he didn't forget to talk to him. He liked the working atmosphere of Happy Farm. Ye Although the Zhou brothers are young, they are all capable. Even the weakest-looking Chiang Kai-shek has amazing talents in accounting. At the same time, they are not the kind of harsh bosses, giving him a lot of display. Space, he was fortunate to have left it by instinct alone.
"It's not too late. You can pick things up by yourself. You don't have to be kind to me."
Talking, Ye Zhou stood up, the two walked out of the office together, and the new year's goods were sent to the new factory building. The workers who didn't take turns were still busy working. Since the hotel and the Chinese New Year Festival were not working, they also There is no way to take a vacation, but from a few days ago, the workers' wages have doubled, and Ye Zhou told the workers long ago that the 30th year of the New Year and the 3rd day of the first month will be tripled, and the doubled wages will continue to spread The Lantern Festival, so the workers work hard enough.
"Mr. Ye!"
"General Ye ..."
"General Ye ..."
After separating from Wan Xiaohao, Ye Zhou went to the new factory building, and the workers who lined up to receive the New Year's goods, whether they were from his own village or from another village, all respectfully called him Mr. Ye, and Ye Zhou nodded and smiled in response. At the front of the crowd, two desks were together, and Zhao Guodong and his sons exchanged names and paid bonuses. Liu Guohua led the distribution of barreled rapeseed oil and bagged rice.
The old Zhao Zilong doesn't care about me, I just say a few words.
The father and son of Zhao Guodong had already stopped, and both stood up. Ye Zhouyang let them sit back and turned to face the long line of workers: "I do n’t talk much nonsense. When I signed with you, say yes The year-end bonus is a month's salary. From the factory opening to the present, our benefits are better than expected. Among them, your credit is also indispensable. I am not a stingy person. The benefits in the factory are good. I also I will not treat you badly. Some people have already received the year-end award. We are comparing your salary last month with the three-month salary as the year-end award. I know that you have it in every household. It should not be so rare, but There are few things, which can be regarded as a bit of my heart. I will not send out the bacon that should be in other New Years. You take the year-end award and buy it yourself. I hope everyone will work together in the next year. If the benefits have been so good, I guarantee that your year-end awards will be generous. "
Because most of the workers are from their own village or other villages, Ye Zhou rarely comes to the factory to wander around in the weekdays, and he is relatively indifferent to the workers. He is unwilling to be close to others, so that some people may come up with other ideas. Now, his tone is a bit harsh.
"Thank you President Ye!"
"Thank you President Ye!"
The workers cheered, each with a bright smile on their faces. Who doesn't envy them now? At the beginning, the job was changed to 451 months after formal work. Later, after the piece-rate system was implemented, the shift started to work for a maximum of half a day, and gradually became full-time. Later, they had to work overtime at night, and their wages became higher and higher. It ’s okay to earn a thousand wages a month with diligent hands and feet. Who would dare to think of this if it was put before? After two more years of work, their lives are better than those in the city. Now even the year-end awards for the Chinese New Year have doubled. Can the big guys be unhappy?
"The verbal gratitude is not necessary. All I want is efficiency and your loyalty to the factory."
Finally, warn again, Ye Zhou turned around and handed a thick red envelope to Zhao Guodong: "Lao Zhao, this is your year-end award, hard work."
"Thank you President Ye."
As you can see, the number in the red envelope was more than six. In the presence of the workers, Zhao Guodong did not quit, but he was even more determined to work hard in return.
"Zilong, this is yours, not the year-end award, but a little bonus for you."
Later, Ye Zhou took out a thinner red envelope and handed it to Zhao Zilong. There was only a thousand dollars in it. It wasn't that Ye Zhou was too panic. Even the part-time workers had to give money. Mainly, Zhao Zilong would go to the factory on weekends Help, he never paid him any wages, but it was given to him together.
"I do too, thank you."
Compared to his dad everywhere, Zhao Zilong is more casual in front of Ye Zhou. Everyone is young. Ye Zhou is also happy to see this situation. After a few words of shame to them, Ye Zhou took Liu Guohua's The year-end award was handed to him: "I'm sorry a few days ago, I heard that Dongge scolded someone, I'm sorry, he has a bad temper, and I'm glad that Happy Farm has you."
Liu Guohua's ability is beyond doubt. Since he came, those superb products have never appeared before him, and he believes that there must be his credit for it.
"I can't, because I didn't do a good job protecting you."
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the thick red envelope. Liu Guohua did not reach out to pick it up. He was still blaming himself. On the surface, he was the security captain of Happy Farm, but he knew that the boss brought him here to protect him.
"That thing has nothing to do with you. It was me running around by myself. Don't you need the parents at home? Okay, don't argue with me. You can't say it's mine. Take it. Although it's a bit late, mail it to your parents. Are they happy when they go back? "
Ye Zhou could not help but stuff the red envelope with him, and when he heard his parents mentioned, Liu Guohua had to accept it.
"By the way, you sent two people to bring me a few barrels of oil and rice and put them on the car. By the way, let them go with me to the village office."
Seeing this, Ye Zhou did not give him the opportunity to refuse, and went straight to the order. After the Chinese New Year, he would also like to worship Gu Changyuan for a year. In the past few months, thanks to his help, of course, the village chief was also indispensable. Yes, at least on the surface he has to do his own face, whether he wants to appreciate or not is his business.
Liu Guohua was not good at words, he put up a red envelope and beckoned. The two men tacitly lifted the oil rice. Ye Zhou went to the dormitory when he saw the situation. There was another person who would send the red envelope in person. It was Yang Boxian, the tea master. Now he has He moved out of the cottage and moved to the accommodation building. He mainly brought a few tea pickers. At present, he is responsible for all the tea pieces. Although the fried tea has not been sold yet, but The red envelope that should be given is still given, and the quality of his tea is very good. He Chenggong said long ago that he would buy some as a gift. He is also packed, but he does n’t want to sell it yet. He is waiting. Wait for an opportunity to make his tea famous like an orchid.