Chapter 1 (2/2)
A. O. Smith, Li Zitao only knows that this company is the manufacturer of automobile chassis. He has developed the world's noisy head and followed Wang Dagou out of the room. Li Zitao blinks his eyes when he looks at the factory which is still full of lights at night.
”Keep up. Mike has complained a lot about your illness these two days. You have to make up for your workload.” Wang said, pressing his shoulder.
The heavy force made Li Zitao stagger and almost fell to the ground.
”You are too weak. If you have nothing to do, do more exercise, or you will die sooner or later.” Wang Dagou looked at him with pity.
”Yes.” With a big step of Wang's, Li Zitao walks towards the uneven ground.
Oil soaked black soil, noisy machinery roar, incessant abuse of shouting and busy workers, so suddenly burst into the eyes.
”Hi, dog, is your little bichi ready? Has his ass been blown by you, ha ha... ” Crazy laughter came from the side, and the white man sitting on the machine smoking cigarettes yelled recklessly.
Wang Dagu grinned and walked forward with his head down. He didn't know if he understood.
”This idiot can't understand English at all, Jerry. You always talk so much nonsense!”
”Ha ha, look at this yellow pig, he can only giggle, fool, idiot...”
When the vicious abuse came into his ears, Li Zitao found that he could understand all of them. He exclaimed in surprise: ”hold the grass, when can I speak so much English?”
As for the anger, of course, there will be, but Li Zitao just can't hold his fist tightly, and with his head bowed, he walks to the deep of the factory.Outbreak? Go up and fight with each other? Shout out ”don't deceive the youth to be poor?”
Hehe, don't be so stupid. If Li Zitao dares to do so, his body will appear in the smelly ditch in the corner of the factory tomorrow morning.
These white pigs will always be favoured and taken care of, and many of them carry guns with them. The death of a yellow man or a black slave is like killing a bedbug now, without causing any disturbance.
After Wang Dagou came to the end of the factory, he took a piece of hemp clothes with holes everywhere, put it on his body and said, ”what are you looking at? Hurry up. ”
Lengleng nodded, Li Zitao also took a piece of clothes full of holes to put on, the pungent sour smell almost made him faint.
At this meeting, Li Zitao remembered what they were doing in the factory. He called them porters if they were nice, but they did odd jobs when they were hard to hear. They did all the dirty work and hard work.
”Well, work first.” No matter what Li Zitao has in mind, the first thing to do is to let himself live here. Only by living can we consider the so-called future.
As long as he thinks about the social status of the new citizen black slaves, Li Zitao feels a deep panic and has no day to come out!
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