I am reborn without a pattern

Zhang Haonan is still shocked by the knife that Fan Zhenhua blocked for him. He is just an old janitor, and he earns 3,000 yuan a month. What kind of fate is he playing with his life?

But there is no doubt that for some people, living can be dishonorable, but it must be done with dignity and principles.

This is the simple quality that makes Zhang Haonan awe-inspiring and shocked his soul.

"It should be right here."

With the blessing of Jiankang Pixiu Yan, Zhang Haonan found the place where Fan Zhenhua lives now, the former employee dormitory of Sezhu County Agricultural Machinery Factory.

He was originally allocated a house, but the house was used as a wedding room for his brother's wedding.

As for himself, he is thirty-nine years old and has been divorced for just five years.

The staff dormitory is similar to the Tongzi Building but different, more like a primary school teaching building.

From a distance, the doors in the corridor look like dormitories.

There is an open wash basin in the courtyard, and people washing vegetables and clothes can be seen everywhere. The sewage flows along the open channel to an unknown low-lying area.

There are small puddles one after another, with floating foam and oil stains. The air is mixed with the smell of oil fumes, leftovers and fermented laundry water...

The children were laughing and laughing with runny noses, lying on the floor playing marbles and enjoying themselves endlessly.

Until Zhang Haonan appeared, it was like pressing the pause button on the entire painting. Men, women, and children all looked at him at the door of the dormitory area.

After all, a car was parked, and cars rarely come here.

The concierge is an old man, wearing a navy blue Chinese tunic suit and a pair of reading glasses. When he holds the temples of his glasses, you can see that two of his fingers are missing. Obviously, he must be a retired worker of the factory.

"Which one are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Fan Zhenhua."

"Fan Zhenhua——"

The old man who was still looking at the hunched old man suddenly shouted loudly, and the entire dormitory area could hear clearly.

Communication basically relies on shouting, which is a very efficient way of communication.

"coming--"

Soon, a guy with thick hair and also wearing a pair of glasses, but one of the temples was missing and replaced with a rubber band trotted over.

He was wearing shabby work clothes and a pair of big leather shoes. He looked gloomy and gloomy. He stared at his feet from time to time and did not make contact with the people around him.

It's him, Old Man Fan.

It turned out that he had such thick hair at this time.

This is a man who will soon travel to Lingnan, Liangjiang, and Zhejiang provinces to make a living.

I lived frugally and survived minor illnesses. I only managed to save a little money in my sixties.

This is Old Man Fan. He couldn't find a job at the age of sixty-one and then worked as a janitor in his hardware factory for several years.

"There is a young family looking for you!"

The old gatekeeper roared, then sat back on the concierge's chair, picked up a newspaper, and seemed to be reading it, but his ears stood up.

"I am Fan Zhenhua."

Adjusting his glasses, Fan Zhenhua looked at Zhang Haonan with a puzzled expression. It was obviously impossible for him to recognize Zhang Haonan.

"Hello, my surname is Zhang, and I come from Shacheng. I heard that you graduated from Huaiyin Technical College? I wonder if you are interested in working in Shacheng? 700 a month, with pension insurance."

"..."

Fan Zhenhua, who was confused, only thought Zhang Haonan was a liar, because he worked at an agricultural machinery factory and earned 370 a month. He still had half a year's salary left, but the buyout fee... was paid.

In Jiankang, the salary of a draftsman is a little higher, but it is only at the average level, more than 600 to less than 700, which is not as good as that of a turn-stopper in a textile factory.

Shacheng is a small city, on the same level as Sezhu County. Seven hundred a month? And pension insurance?

"Is it...a public institution?"

"No, the village runs a factory."

"..."

Fan Zhenhua suddenly became entangled. He looked up at Zhang Haonan with some embarrassment. This was a tall young man who spoke very straightforwardly and did not feel like he was lying.

The old man who was reading the newspaper as the concierge peeked in surprise and thought to himself: Does Fan Zhenhua still have such a way?

"Why are you looking for me specifically?"

He was still wary, but then Fan Zhenhua himself felt a little frustrated. With his current condition, even if others wanted to trick him, what could they do?

"I'm not looking for you specifically, it's just a coincidence. I came to the agricultural machinery factory to buy a tunnel dryer. I originally thought about recruiting people when I went back, but now I heard that some draftsmen were laid off, so I came directly."

"Then you should hire a machine mechanic."

"Can you fix it?"

"meeting."

"Isn't that enough? I will make a batch of edge grinders and cutting machines in the future, and I will still need to recruit draftsmen."

"..."

In an era of stable management, it was normal to have dedicated personnel for specific posts; but at this time, the agricultural machinery factory had begun to become chaotic. In many cases, some guys who were paid free money were in trouble for a long time, and the problem would definitely fall on those who were willing to do the work.

Unfortunately, Fan Zhenhua is an unlucky guy who is willing to do things and can do good things.

Before his rebirth, I talked to Old Man Fan about a lot of things in the hospital, all of which were trivial matters from the past. He had complaints, but many of the bad things that were not too disadvantageous were solved by "letting him be".

He wanted to save his marriage, save enough money for retirement, and even leave a little money for his nephew.

Old Man Fan from Benqi has no children.

"Really seven hundred?"

"My car cost RMB 100, and I still lied to you about this?"

Pointing to the "Feng Yun" not far away, although it is a domestic car, it is indeed a car.

These days, if you can buy a car, you are the boss.

"Can you wait for me for a few days?"

Fan Zhenhua is a bit reserved. When he reaches middle age, everything else is nonsense. It's good to be alive.

What do you live on?

Money.

"You want to deal with personal matters?"

"Um."

Fan Zhenhua nodded, "I still have something to do at home."

"Okay, I'll be staying at the 'Xiao Nanhu Hotel' these days. You can come to me at any time."

With that said, Zhang Haonan handed over a business card without any lettering, only the words Zhang Haonan.

Then Zhang Haonan took out his wallet again, took out two sheets and handed them to Fan Zhenhua: "You came to pay my transportation expenses these days."

"..."

Looking at the two hundred yuan, Fan Zhenhua blushed. He wanted to accept it, but was too embarrassed to accept it.

Zhang Haonan saw this and patted his hand naturally, and then said: "If there are suitable workers in the future, you can introduce them to me. Each one will be paid fifty yuan per head."

"grateful."

Thirty-nine-year-old Fan Zhenhua lowered his voice and even lowered his head. He did not let Zhang Haonan see his expression, but held the two hundred yuan tightly.

"It's 'Xiao Nanhu Hotel', don't make a mistake. I will come to the agricultural machinery factory the day after tomorrow. If you are finished, you don't have to go look for me again."

After that, Zhang Haonan got into the car without looking back, started it and left.

The embarrassment of middle-aged people may sometimes cost less than two hundred yuan.

After seeing the car leaving, Fan Zhenhua turned away and wiped the corners of his eyes, then found a dormitory and shouted: "Lao Wang, I borrowed the sixty yuan from you last time, I'll come over and return it to you."

"I only have thirty-five or thirty-six...oh, and there is a piece of thirty-seven, I can't find it."

"Forget it, treat me to crabs next time."

"Then it's settled."

Lao Wang reached out and put the hundred yuan in his pocket, and then asked, "Zhenhua, who is looking for you?"

"A boss from Gusu asked me to come over and help. I'll think about it."

Shacheng is too small, but it is under the control of Gusu. It is said that Gusu... the problem is not big, and it still has some face.