The weather in May was already very hot. There were many people and cars in the market, and it was even hotter. At noon, it was even more suffocating. The waiters were clamoring for beer, which was not expensive at one yuan per bottle. Before I came to the shop, they would take a few coins from the drawer to buy beer. Because they earned 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in cash from selling goods a day, taking out a few coins wouldn't have much impact on the cash account. Of course, they couldn't take coins from the drawer to buy beer every day. Ever since I managed the cash, I bought beer out of my own pocket. I didn't have to buy it every day. It didn't cost me much. I was happy to make everyone happy. I just thought that the 100 yuan salary that Junduo gave me was for everyone to drink beer.
The happy scene of our shop eating made the people in the shops around us envious, and some words reached Jun's ears. Jun, who hadn't come to the shop for lunch for a long time, arrived at noon. Seeing that each of them was drinking a bottle of beer happily, their faces revealed displeasure. When they saw that the dish they were eating was tiger skin chili pork belly, they were even more unhappy. "Such good food will cause high blood pressure," he said to everyone with a faint smile.”He thought that the beer was bought with money from the shop, so he added,"If we eat like this, we'll be poor.”At this time, I couldn't explain to him that I bought the beer with my own money and didn't take money from the shop. However, even if I said it, it would be hard to explain. I was in charge of the payment for the beer in the shop. How could I say that I didn't use the money to buy beer? My heart skipped a beat. For the first time, I felt depressed.
I've known Jun for many years, and the impression he gave me was that he wasn't a stingy person. Back then, he was generous even when he didn't have money, but for some reason, he became stingy and calculative when he had money. He actually put down his face for the waiter to eat a piece of meat and drink a mouthful of beer. Perhaps it was because it was very difficult to make money. It's because I thought that it's not easy for Jun to earn money. After I came, I saved all the expenses that I could save. I won't waste the money in the shop. I personally paid for the beer to create a good atmosphere between the employees and make them more human. It was to help him stabilize the hearts of his employees. However, I didn't communicate these methods to Jun, so that he would misunderstand my personal intentions.
Working in the shop gives me plenty of time and freedom at night. The study habits I've developed over the years make me feel that it's a pity to waste my time at night. I can use it to learn something. I'll move the old computer from home to the dormitory and learn word processing skills on the computer when I'm free at night. I also wanted to set an example for the other young workers and guide them to change their habit of killing time at night to learn something so that they could raise the level of shop management. Because several larger shops in the same alley were using computers to manage the accounts of goods, while Jun's shop still used primitive manual accounts. Not only was the efficiency low, but the data was also inaccurate. Customers had complained about the slow speed of our shop's manual bill. They pointed to the shops that used computers to bill and said,"Look at how good they are with computers. They are fast and beautiful." You guys don't even have a computer. How can you compare to others? It was obvious from his words that he looked down on our shop. Can we let our shop use a computer to issue bills? I used my old computer at night to start thinking about setting up an account for the purchase, sale, and deposit of goods for the shop. I thought this was a good thing for the shop, but when Jun found out that I was using a computer to build the shop's accounts, not only did he not say that I did a good job, but he also asked me to delete all the data related to the shop on the computer and not to leave the computer in the dormitory. He thought that this would cause him a lot of trouble. This shop was his, so he only needed to know what was going on in the shop. He didn't want the other employees to know too much about the shop's operations. I had no choice but to move the computer home. I could only kill time in boredom at night.
As mentioned before, I have plans to stay in the shop for two years. However, it was often difficult for things to go according to one's own decisions. There would always be some unexpected factors that would emerge from within and affect and change my initial decision, causing things to turn out completely differently. The factory where I was the factory director in my early years was also in trouble during the reform. Xiao Sun, a laid-off worker in that factory, had nowhere to go, so he also came to Jun's place to work. Jun took him in and let him ride a tricycle in the shop to deliver goods. He lived in the same room as me. Little Sun was ten years younger than me. When I was the factory manager, he was a worker on the production line. He was injured because two of his fingers were accidentally cut off by a machine. He could no longer do heavy work, so he was arranged to be a handyman in the supply department. He was quite mischievous among the young people in the factory, but I didn't know much about him. Now, the two of us worked in the same shop and slept in the same room. In the first few days, he didn't talk much to me and even deliberately avoided me. A few days later, he saw that I was quite easy-going with him, so he slowly started to talk more. He said that when I was the factory manager, all the young people in their twenties were very afraid of me (this was also the reason why he came to the shop to avoid me, so he was still a little afraid). There were also some people who hated me because they fired a few troublemakers when I was the factory manager. Little Sun's evaluation of me was very different from what the old workers in the factory said. The old workers praised me more than they criticized me. Who cares what they said? Those grudges and grudges were like the imperial calendar. Now, I have become a wage earner in Jun's shop like him.
Little Sun became more talkative. That night, Xiao Sun, who had been tired all day, suddenly said,""Why are you working here?”"Is there anything wrong with that?" I asked him. "You're already the chief of the station. In our eyes, this position is as high as the sky. How can you bear to lose it and work here?”He really couldn't understand why I had to work. The question he asked was not something that could be explained in one or two sentences. After all, the difference in their experiences was too great. An ordinary worker would not be able to understand the pressure and difficulties of shouldering the burden of ten thousand people. The workers usually only saw the glory of being an official, but they didn't know that behind this glory, there was a dead end and enemies on all sides. So he couldn't understand how I became a worker like him. However, what Little Sun said after that triggered a new thought in my mind. He said," It's a waste of your talent to work in this small shop. A small shop doesn't need someone with your ability. It's more like us laid-off workers who don't know anything about management to come here and make a living. A capable person like you came to fight for the rice in the bowls of us incompetent people. How can we, the incompetent people, live? With your ability, you should start a company and be the boss. At that time, we can even work in your company.”These words could not be said to be unreasonable. Then he said," You used to be my factory manager. Now, seeing you fall into the same situation as me, doing hard labor like a porter all day, I really can't bear to see you like this. I can't stand it for you!”Little Sun's words really shocked me. I didn't think there was anything wrong with being a waiter, but he took my work in the shop so seriously. Perhaps Little Sun's words were not without reason.
My brother couldn't understand why I resigned and worked for someone else instead of being the director. After my fourth brother was laid off from the factory, he became a peddler. He relied on the vegetables to make a living (the two children were still in school). When he found out that I had also resigned and was working in a friend's shop, he specially came to the provincial wholesale market from more than a hundred miles away to see me. I met him three years ago when I was transferred from Zhoutian Farm to Saint Farm. This time, the two of them had been laid off to make a living. Fourth Brother gladly accepted his layoff and did not complain about the difficulties of his family's life. He said that so many workers had been laid off, and it was of course a common thing for him to be laid off. However, he couldn't understand why my second brother, who was already an administrative county head, chose to be laid off. In Ling's opinion, there are many difficult state-owned enterprises. They can still sit in their positions as leaders, so why can't I stay in the position of director like them? What surprised him even more was that I gave up being a director and went to a self-employed shop to be a waiter. Was it better to be a waiter in a self-employed shop than to be a director on the spot? He couldn't figure it out and said that I was regressing. Fourth Brother felt sorry for me for giving up the position of director, which was so prominent in his eyes. He felt even more embarrassed that I was working for a private company. He thought that Second Brother, who had once made him feel proud, no longer existed.
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