bookpub Chapter 3 What kind of machining? We're an arsenal!
Chapter 3 What kind of machining? We're an arsenal!
"Brother Ce, I've already watched for three minutes, this really isn't meat sausage!"
Huang Feipeng had a long face. It was Wang Ce; if it were anyone else, he would have already started cursing.
Who in their right mind would stare at that thing?
"Looks like I'm starving and my eyes are blurry. I thought it was meat sausage."
Wang Ce glanced at the toilet, which still had a row of small gold characters, and was greatly shocked.
"It seems I've awakened the ability to recognize things, but the results are a bit hard to describe. If this really is meat sausage, wouldn't that allow us to achieve self-sufficiency?"
The thought of this scene sent a chill down Wang Ce's spine. He quickly returned to a corner of his office and went back to sleep.
We can only find out what's going on outside when it gets light tomorrow. Since I can master this supernatural ability, can others do it too?
In that case, I should keep a low profile even more and let Zhang Luoyan take the lead. It might not be a bad thing.
"Hey, hey, hey—wake up! There are beds in the dorms, why are you sleeping in the office?"
Wang Ce had already opened his eyes before Yang Miao entered the office.
"Where's Manager Zhang? Someone told me last night that you guys seemed to have taken quite a bit of food. We're all hungry, so let's share some with everyone to fill our stomachs."
Yang Miao was not tall, but he was very strong. He raised an eyebrow and looked around before finally settling on the factory director's office.
As he spoke, he prepared to walk towards the factory manager's office, completely ignoring everyone else.
Before transmigrating, Yang Miao was a man who lacked any sense of propriety and had the habits of a small factory worker. Now that he knew he had transmigrated, he became even more unrestrained.
"Fatty, stop him."
Wang Ce patted Huang Feipeng beside him. They had promised Zhang Luoyan last night that they would lend a hand, so it was natural for them to step up now.
Their factory also has a lot of steel and aluminum materials, and with the backup generator running, they can produce a lot of equipment.
From any perspective, the factory must fight for control; otherwise, everything it does will be hampered.
"Yang Miao, Manager Zhang is resting in his office. Isn't it inappropriate for you to just barge in like this?"
Yang Miao glanced at the 1.8-meter-tall Huang Feipeng, but remained unfazed. He straightened his neck and adopted a tough-guy stance, saying:
"Now that we've traveled through time, to put it bluntly, I'll give her face and call her Manager Zhang. If I don't, who does she think she is?"
"To be honest, as we were walking from the dormitory building towards the park, we saw some people exploring outside the park."
"Outside is a vast primeval forest. Do you think your past status and position still matter now?"
"Now everyone's out of food, and we can't even ask Zhang Luoyan for something to eat?"
"I'm strong and healthy enough to risk going out to find food, but what about the others?"
Yang Miao spread his hands and looked behind him. The workers who had come with him were now being held up and forced to be taken advantage of.
"Who do you think you are to play the good guy? Why didn't you step in last night when we risked our lives to loot supplies from the convenience store?"
"Furthermore, Manager Zhang even sent someone to call you, and what happened? Not only did you not come downstairs, you also gave the person who called you a good scolding."
"We don't have much food either. If you want to eat, go find it yourselves. If you keep babbling, I'll smash you to death with this stick!"
Huang Feipeng's temper flared up. "You won't listen to me when I speak properly. You're just being unreasonable, aren't you? Nobody will tolerate you."
"Master Huang, there's no need to ruin our relationship. We're not forcing you to give us food. Now that we've traveled through time, and it's so dangerous outside, a bowl of instant noodles would be fine with us."
"Exactly, giving you any food would kill you."
"When we came from the dormitory just now, we saw the property management staff leading security guards to the Xinke Plastics Factory. If they find out that Manager Zhang robbed the supermarket last night, do you think your group of twenty or so can stop him?"
The workers behind Yang Miao chimed in intermittently, and as they talked, they moved closer to the office, assuming that having more people meant they were right.
Wang Ce stood up abruptly. At that moment, the group of people from last night were all holding steel pipes.
Even a fool knows that food should never be given away. If you act like a saint now, no one will pity you when you're hungry in a few days.
"Yang Miao, we obtained this food ourselves. You think it's appropriate for you to try and take it away just by talking to us?"
"I'm not your father, why should I share with you?"
"I can understand those who didn't come last night. If it were me, and someone told me that our industrial park had time-traveled while I was sound asleep, I would also think they were an idiot."
"You day shift workers now have two choices. If you want to stay, as long as you can complete the daily work assignments, you'll be guaranteed one meal a day."
"Either agree or leave now. We also value humanitarianism. We won't take back your dormitory residency. If you want to leave, you'll have a place to sleep at night."
With such a commotion outside, Wang Ce didn't believe Zhang Luoyan couldn't hear it. Since Zhang Luoyan was unwilling to come out, he would have to step in.
Yang Miao is a troublemaker. His words just now were clearly a threat to Zhang Luoyan: if they didn't give them the supplies, he would report them.
The problem is that there are too many people around now, which is bad for his image. If he could find a less crowded place, he would want to kill Yang Miao to eliminate any future troubles.
Last night, Zhang Luoyan brought 26 people to work the night shift, and today Yang Miao brought 36 people.
It's impossible to turn all these people against Yang Miao. Apart from those who are determined to be on the same side as Yang Miao, the others can be fully recruited.
The more chaotic the situation, the greater the demand for manpower and military strength. Without strong military support, an organization can easily collapse.
"Wang Ce, you sit in an office, how would you know how hard it is on the production line? Do you really need to play the good cop? Do you think your words represent Zhang Luoyan?"
Seeing that many of the people behind him had their eyes gleaming and seemed somewhat tempted, Yang Miao immediately sensed that the situation was not good.
He had underestimated the situation, thinking that Zhang Luoyan, a young girl who had just returned from studying abroad, was not very capable and could be easily manipulated by him.
Unexpectedly, once they got upstairs, everyone there had a steel pipe, and their numerical advantage vanished instantly.
Zhang Luoyan hasn't even shown up yet, but Wang Ce and Huang Feipeng have already taken control of the situation. If this continues, not only will he fail to seize control of the factory, but he may even be ousted.
Seeing Yang Miao give a wink to someone behind him, a worker immediately stood up and shouted, "That's right, who do you think you are, Wang Ce? The supplies aren't even in your hands, how can you make decisions for Zhang Luoyan?"
"He can make decisions for me!"
The door to the factory manager's office creaked open, and Zhang Luoyan stepped out in a pair of flat shoes. Her capable and refreshing demeanor quickly attracted everyone's attention.
"My original plan was to divide this food equally among everyone. I was too tired last night, so I just slept in a little longer today. Yang Miao, you've already caused trouble with your men."
"Yang Miao, you're fired. And those guys who were kicking me when I was down, pack your bags and leave right now. Huang Feipeng, keep an eye on them, don't let them take anything out of the factory!"
Wang Ce and Huang Feipeng raised an eyebrow. This woman really changes her mind quickly. Last night she said she wouldn't share the supplies with these people, but just now she said she originally intended to divide them equally.
Sure enough, you can't believe a single word a beautiful woman says.
Yang Miao turned around and saw that the workers who had been following behind him were now about ten people walking behind Wang Ce.
They didn't know what was going on in the first place. Last night, a few of them wanted to go downstairs, but Yang Miao stopped them.
Now that we have food to eat, even if it's only one meal a day, it's still better than having nothing to eat, right?
Most of the people who get into the factory are not very opinionated and are stubborn.
"Fine, Zhang Luoyan, if you're going to be ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless too. We'll see!"
Yang Miao left after uttering a harsh remark, and even without food, twenty people were willing to follow him.
If Huang Feipeng and I hadn't been here today, he might have actually taken control of the factory.
Wang Ce keenly observed that Zhang Luoyan's pupils contracted for a moment. He was very familiar with this look; back in the army, the cook squad leader had the same expression when he killed a chicken.
"Manager Zhang, this Yang Miao isn't a good person. I suspect that if he goes out now, he'll report us to the property management and expose what happened last night!"
Huang Feipeng watched Zhang Miao and the others leave, a hint of worry creeping into his eyes.
If even he could see that, Zhang Luoyan would naturally be able to think of it as well.
"If we let him go, we won't be afraid of him reporting us. There are 36 factories in the industrial park, and he hasn't realized the importance of our factory yet."
Zhang Luoyan spoke calmly but confidently, saying that eliminating the cancer within the factory and consolidating her own power was only the first step.
Huang Feipeng was slightly taken aback, and asked with some doubt, "Manager Zhang, aren't we just a machining factory? Why would they be afraid of us?"
"What kind of machining factory? We're an arms factory!"