Chapter 2 Am I Easy?
This "Yang Yun" who had his body occupied worked as a porter for two years and actually managed to save over a hundred yuan, he was overjoyed.
Resigned from the factory, no obstruction at all, anyway there is no establishment, many people waiting outside the gate to enter the factory.
Yang Yun didn't say goodbye to his friends, a package of luggage was all he had, at the Beijing train station he bought a ticket to Yangcheng, after a day and night on the train he transferred to a bus, after many twists and turns, going through countless hardships, when he only had 10 yuan left on him, he finally arrived in Chongqing.
On April 20, 1989, Yang Yun finally stood on the land of Chongqing City, with excitement in his heart.
He vaguely remembers that the electronics factory of Little Overlord was established in 1987, and now two years have passed. In any case, it should also be a small successful factory by now, so leaving him shouldn't be a problem, right?
In 1989, Chongqing was half modernized and roughly equivalent to a third-tier city in later years, of course referring to the third-tier cities that experienced a real estate construction boom.
Everywhere in the city are factories and enterprises, along the road are all under development, not far apart is a piece of land for enterprise use, large-scale heavy machinery is leveling the ground, building houses, along the road looking around are all pulling big slogans of revolutionary battle.
In the decade since reform and opening up, Shenzhen has experienced rapid economic development, also driving the rapid development of surrounding cities.
The Pearl River Delta is the first place in China to come into contact with high-tech, and there are companies invested by Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan and inland wealthy people everywhere. Rongcheng seized the opportunity, the government leaders had a unique vision, focusing on the development of the electronics industry, the conditions for attracting investment were very favorable, and vigorously strengthened the construction of supporting infrastructure, and all kinds of electronic factories bloomed everywhere in the city.
Yang Yun walked a few steps with his luggage and suddenly felt if he was too impulsive, because he didn't even know the specific address of the Xiaobawang factory.
"Comrade! Excuse me, do you know where Little Emperor Company is?"
"I don't know!"
"Comrade! Have you heard of Little Emperor?"
"Little Ruffian Zhou Tong? Isn't he at Liangshan Marsh?"
Yang Yun was stunned and asked several passersby, but none of them knew where the Little Emperor Company that made game consoles was located.
He had no choice but to patiently ask along the way, asking merchants, asking pedestrians, and after half a day of asking, he finally got the result under the prompt of a local.
The electronics factory Yang Yun was looking for did exist, but at that time it wasn't called Little Emperor, but rather Huamao Electronics Factory. Moreover, this Huamao Electronics Factory had nothing to do with a production value of 1 billion, it was a small factory that lost 10 million yuan every year!
He only remembered that the predecessor of Little Tyrant was indeed a small electronics factory affiliated with Rongshi Industrial Co., Ltd. in Rong City, which was a small factory that couldn't be smaller, and Little Tyrant's rise to fame was after 1990!
So he came too early...
How great it would be if I could be reborn in 1991...
Yang Yun came with a lucky idea all the way, looking at the somewhat old gate of Hua Mao Electronics Factory, he couldn't help but cry and laugh, feeling a little regretful.
It's going to be tough now, the factory gate is closed, and the performance is not good. Can an electronics factory that lost 1 million yuan last year still take in this worker who came from afar?
I'm afraid it's probably not possible...
Can't even support myself, what's the point of hiring others...
Yang Yun dragged his luggage bag to one side and sat on the ground, staring blankly at the Huamiao Electronics Factory with a heart full of worries.
He still had 10 yuan on him, and if he was frugal with food and sleep, he should be able to hold out for two more days.
If two days pass and he still can't find a job, he'll probably have to beg on the streets. This is something he cannot tolerate. In his past life, he was at least an undergraduate student who had seen the world; how could he possibly be begging along the streets of Chongshan?
Obviously a promising Little King, why is it still an electronics factory close to bankruptcy now? Isn't this going to cut off his future?
No! Yang Yun stood up, threw the luggage bag over his shoulder and walked towards the gate of Huamao Electronics Factory in big strides. He wanted to proactively sell himself.
"Halt! What's going on?" The old gatekeeper stuck his head out and asked cautiously from behind the closed iron gate.
Yang Yun bowed and smiled: "Sir, I'm here looking for a job."
The old man looked him up and down, waved his hand: "Young man, go back! The factory is currently closed for rectification and not recruiting workers!"
Yang Yun, who had been holding onto a glimmer of hope, felt her heart turn cold. The small factory was not only losing money, but it had also suspended operations!
"Uncle, why did the factory stop production? I heard that our Huamao Electronics Factory was very prosperous before, with so much business that it couldn't be finished, and recruitment all year round!"
The old man looked at Yang Yun and felt that he didn't seem like a bad person, so he walked out of the gatehouse and stood behind the iron gate to talk face-to-face.
Yang Yun hastily pulled out half a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, and respectfully handed one over through the iron door, smiling obsequiously.
The old man's face looked a bit better, and he said: "That was in the past. In recent years, business has not been good. The mountains are filled with electronics factories, and investors from inland China, Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan come in waves. Our Huamao is getting worse year by year! Last New Year's, the factory couldn't even pay wages, let alone recruit new workers every season."
Yang Yun's heart was bitter and he asked gloomily: "What's going on with this suspension of business for rectification?"
The old man was about to explain when a large group of people came out from the factory gate in the distance, walking towards the main gate. He quickly turned around and ran to help open the lock on the big iron gate.
Yang Yun looked carefully and saw that there were about a dozen people in the group, led by a tall man with white skin. Many people, both men and women, surrounded him, centering around this tall man as they walked and talked about something.
As he drew closer, Yang Yun saw clearly that the man leading them had blue eyes and a high nose bridge, and was actually a foreigner. The two Chinese people, one male and one female, were standing on either side of him. The man looked spirited and in his twenties, while the woman appeared to be over 40 years old. Yang Yun faintly heard them speaking some language that even he couldn't understand - it was Russian!
Yang Yun felt depressed, saying "Russian-speaking foreigners? Is the suspension of production for asset restructuring? Is this the rhythm of selling the factory to the Soviets? The Soviet Union will dissolve in a few years, can't you just stop playing like this?"
A foreigner stood in front of a jeep by the gatehouse, saying something in Russian. A woman in her 40s translated for a group of Chinese people, while a young man in his 20s supplemented something on the side. Then seven or eight people from China nodded repeatedly, and the foreigner led two translators into the car.
The car started, and the crowd made way for a road to the factory. Yang Yun felt this was a good opportunity, he wanted to seize it to promote himself. There must be leaders of the factory among these people, if he hesitated any further, he might not even have the chance to get in!
"Excuse me, comrade, comrade! May I trouble you for a few minutes?" Yang Yun managed to get these simple English words out.
In 1989, ordinary Chinese people who could speak a foreign language were not nonexistent, but absolutely few.
Moreover, this guy looked like a low-level social worker, wearing simple and worn-out clothes, yet he could speak a few sentences of English, which made several Chinese workers who were ready to drive Yang Yun away hesitate.
"Comrade! Please make way! Don't block the path of our Soviet expert!" A small leader-like guy walked up to Yang Yun, his tone slightly impatient.
Yang Yun saw the jeep preparing to come over and hastily said to the little leader: "Comrade Leader! I have a few words to say to your Soviet expert! I..."
The words had barely left his mouth when the little leader's face turned ugly: "Don't be shameless! Who are you? Can you speak Russian? Stop messing around! Get out of here!"
Yang Yunxin suddenly threw her luggage bag into the middle of the road, blocking the path of the Jeep. She rushed up to the car window and shouted: "One minute, please give me one minute! I just want to say a few words!"
Everyone was frightened out of their wits.
No one knew what Yang Yun was going to do, nor did they know what was in the luggage bag. Several workers rushed up in a flurry, two burly men supported Yang Yun and dragged him backwards, while another two agile workers picked up the luggage bag and threw it far away, fearing it might be a bomb or something.
Several people in the jeep furrowed their brows, watching as Yang Yun was dragged further and further away, without much reaction.
The Soviet experts never got out, waved their hands to signal the driver to leave, and the jeep sped away from the factory area and soon disappeared into the city.
"Hey kid! You're quite bold! Dare to block our expert?" Several workers came up, flexing their arms and clenching their fists, ready to beat someone up.
Yang Yun sat on the ground, watching the jeep's back view, wanting to cry but having no tears: "Big brothers! I just wanted to find a job, is it easy for me?!"
