Food factories
Food factory
I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.
By the way, it’s kind of old-fashioned.
My mother ran away with a southern boss when she was a year and a half old and barely remembers her.
The only memory of her mother in the white moonlight comes from the old man, who always sits in front of his house when he’s in a bad mood and scolds his daughter-in-law for running away.
The old man said her mother was a slut and a fraud.
It’s not a good person anyway.
It’s hard for the old man to be a father and a mother, and a man who worked hard for over a decade to raise his daughter.
The old man is good for the moonlight, and he has to buy it from the most expensive, even if he saves himself a little.
The old man, however, is very strict with his daughter, and has locked up his family’s television in the first grade, and has barely seen it in the last decade, except for a spring night every year.
The old man is a scolder when he’s doing his homework.
The old man punches and kicks when he plays the wrong song.
In the memory of the moon, the house is a place where no mistakes can be made.
White Moonlight says, “Changa, you know, there’s no entertainment in our house.”
White moonlight never played a toy.
When the moon went to primary school, one time he came home from school and met a little cat who had been thrown off the road.
Moonlight brought the cat home.
The old man came home at night and saw the cat, took it to the balcony without saying anything, threw it out of the window, and the moonlight house was on the fifth floor, and the cat fell into a cake.
The old man closed the window without an expression, leaving four words for the moonlight, playing with his funeral.
White Moonlight says, “Changa, you know, I’ve seen cats all these years, and I’ve been thinking about the little cat who was killed by the old man.
The old man has spent his whole life not laughing, being the toughest teacher in school and the toughest parent at home.
The moonlight said my mom was running and probably couldn’t stand my dad’s temper.
For the rest of his life, he lived in the hands of the old man, and he didn’t take charge of himself.
It’s up to the old man to decide which high school is up to the old man, which college is up to the old man, which profession is up to the old man, and where to work is up to the old man.
But if the moonlight raises a little disagreement, that is, a beating without communication, as it is today.
I can’t stand this day.
On the eve of the engagement, the more afraid the white moon became, the more it felt that it should not have been in its life, the more it left its work and came to Beijing.
The day after the day, the old man called and told him he wanted to find himself and hung up.
I just don’t want him in the house for the rest of my life.
I don’t know what happened to the moonlight.
The white moon that escaped the mental cage slipped from one extreme to another, and the girl who fled seemed to have found the freedom she wanted, but I smelled a hole in the freedom of this black hole.
In all these years, I’ve seen too many girls crucified in this seemingly free abyss.
It wasn’t too hot that day, the cold wind was 26 degrees in the hospital, and the moonlight was all over the chair, and I knew that it was because of the memory of 20 years of life in a cage, and the fear of the moon’s depression at the bottom of the heart was re-emerged, with a physical reaction.
I put my tweezers on the moonlight, and the model looked at me like a little jealous.
The film came out and the moonlight left arm broke.
The doctor said that he didn’t have to put a plaster on the moonlight while he was busy saying, “Girl, this fracture is good for the mood, the bones grow fast, and if anything bad happens to you in your family, you go and hide.
The doctor said he was swaying me with white eyes.
Don’t even think about it.
I’m going to carry the pot for the old man.
Cousin is an old-fashioned smoker, and I wonder if I’ve heard a little bit of moonlight, and when the doctor is busy, he says I have a box of cigarettes.
Just five minutes after his departure, his cousin came back in a panic and a guerrilla group saw the ghost.
Cousin said, “Damn it, the old thing’s here.
I took a look at the door and the old man was limping this way.
Then I realized it was the old man who got out after he killed Li.
Being a teacher’s brain is good.
My cousin had Li watch the old man at the company until noon, and we weren’t back yet, and they were in the conference room.
The old man said to Lee, “Why don’t you buy some food? I’m hungry.
Li said our boss said we had to look at you.
Xiao Li worked with his cousin’s old subjects and watched the company grow from a small shop to its present size.
Xiao Li stands by his position.
The old man says I’m not a murderer. I’m not going anywhere without my I.D.
The old man was quite honest. Little Lee blinked and thought the old man was right.
The old man turned his identity card off to Li and gave Li $200 to buy food.
When Li left, the old man ran away.
The old man drove a taxi, asked the driver to look for the nearest hospital, went to the hospital and searched for surgery, and then went to two hospitals, and finally he found it.
The model said it’s broken and her dad finds her and he has to kill her.
Moonlight looked at me and the model and said, “Help me, please help me, don’t let my dad take me back.”
My cousin is so sad to see the moonlight crying, saying we’ll save people and send Buddha to West, and you take her away.
My cousin stayed to stop, and my model and I ran outside with the moonlight, which was just wrapped up and even the painkillers from the doctor.
Cousin just went out and met the old man.
The old man shouted, “Where did you take my daughter?”
My cousin’s so confused that your daughter is in radiology. I’ll show you.
The old man said, “No, you were out of surgery. My daughter must be in surgery.
The old man didn’t want to go in there and see the old man and his cousin get mixed up again.
Me and the model went out with the moonlight.
As soon as the old man saw the moonlight, he shouted, “Give my daughter back!
The cousins were standing on the ground, holding the old man in their arms and screaming out for you to leave.
We took the moonlight and ran to the back of the hospital.
Cousin looks at the old man with a bit of a limp, he doesn’t want to play the fight with the old man, and he’s about to break the cousin line.
We run in front of our heads, and we can see the old man running behind with his lame legs.
After all, the young man’s legs were fast enough to get to the back door of the hospital without the old man’s presence, and there was a taxi in the waiting area, and I drove the door and shoved the moonlight in and drove her away.
The driver asked where the moonlight went, the moonlight hesitated to speak, and looked behind me, and I turned and saw the old man’s bald head.
The old man came after me again.
I said auntie, go!
White moonlight pulled five thousand dollars out of the bag, took out a note and wrote several words, and put 5,000 dollars into me.
I said, I’m a fucking bitch today and I’m doing good, not for you.
White Moonlight said, “This money is not for you. I think he’s limping a little. You take him to the doctor. This is the money I’ve put in for him.
I read on the note, Dad. Watch your body.
It’s beautiful. It’s as good as the moonlight.
I stood there, I didn’t speak for five seconds, I watched the old man’s bald head come a little closer, and I got the money.
The white moonlight told the taxi driver a name, the driver stepped on the gas, the taxi went up…
The old man came after him and ate his car tail.
The old man ran into my collar with red eyes and asked me where the fuck you took my girl.
I said no.
The old man’s going crazy. I put $5,000 and notes in the old man’s hand, saying your daughter left them for you.
The old man looked at the note, and it was like a pip ball, and he brushed it off, and he held his head on the floor, and he cried, and he said, “I don’t want to hit her. I just can’t control it. I don’t want to hurt her.”
I looked at the old man’s straight-up spine bending into a shrimp.
The old man cried at the back door of the hospital for half an hour, and the walkers came and went to me with a surprise look at me, and I knew that it was like an old man’s son who thought I was a bad son who had done something to abuse the old man.
I gave the old man another pot for the moonlight.
I’ve got a good thing to do.
I took a picture of the old man with a white moon, and my cousin didn’t hurt his bones.
The doctor opened a bottle of red oil and I went back to the company and I rubbed the old man.
That night, my cousin and I went to a hotel and invited the old man to dinner and drank a couple of bottles of wine.
I don’t know if it’s that note that stimulates the old man.
The old man drank a lot of wine that day, and the 50-year-old man was like a newborn, a glass of toast to me and my cousin, and he and his cousin had to look after his daughter and say he didn’t know each other in Beijing, that we were good people and that we had to help him.
Poor mother and father.
My cousin and I both know the old man’s heart, but they just promised to say we didn’t know the moon.
The old man slept in our conference room the other night, when he woke up, and left a note written by the old man on the table, presumably to say that if he didn’t want to cause us any more trouble, he would go home today if he had the opportunity to invite us to his home town.
The writing on the note is as beautiful as the white moon, but without the white moon’s light, with an extra stubborn rigour and a clear picture.
A week later, I got a box of peaches sent from the old man’s home, and the old man said to thank us for our hospitality in Beijing and to say hi.
My cousin and I understand that this box of peaches came for the moon.
But we can’t get rid of this for more than 20 years.
Such good deeds as good and good, we have more in mind than we have in strength.
By the way, we’re no different from moonlight.
We’re just a bunch of scavengers who are just as poor as they are, we’re just living in the shadows of society, and we’re always screaming in our hearts, waiting for a chance to turn over, even to turn over, to show our bloody teeth and tore to our friends.
More than two months later, I saw the moonlight and the model’s first bite at his birthday party.
I was surprised when I got an invitation to a model. I didn’t have much of a relationship with the model, but I didn’t know why.
Cousin encouraged me to come and find a few more.
I went on a mission with a hard head.
The model’s birthday party was a long line, a bar was wrapped, and it cost a lot to eat and drink.
When I saw the white moonlight that day, it had been unplugged with its arms, without the wolf that had met last time, and looked well.
The moon has been looking at me since the beginning.
The moonlight was supposed to come with the little dog, but I threw the little dog into the Pacific Ocean and slammed it in my face.
The moon was on my arm, and he opened his mouth and called out to Chen, and said it was more than his brother.
A glass of wine, a glass of toast to me, and a dozen cups of wine, and a obnoxious little milk dog’s eye, and the model’s face is clearly black.
The moonlight, without knowing whether to be or to be drunk, held me drunk, and put a shadow over my ear, “Thank you for last time.”
I know she’s talking about the old man, but it’s a good thing she’s busy.
The moonlight blew into my ear and said, “I owe you so much.”
I’m tickling in my ears with the breath of the moon, and I’m stinging my ears.
White moonlight’s like an octopus that can’t get away and rubbing it on me.
I woke up most of the time and suddenly I felt something.
I wanted to get out of the way, and the moonlight wanted to get tired of me, and it was tearing me apart, and the model slapped me in the face and clearly left a handprint.
Model soldiers descended in the middle of me and the moonlight, and you said in cold and cold, “You’re making such a mess out of me, and you’re going to wash your face.
The model slaps the moon.
Ten seconds of moonlight shuddering in his face, and then slowly lifts up his head with his palm on his hand, and he says to the model, “Sir, I know it’s wrong. I’ll never be able to make a scene again.”
The white moon went to the bathroom with red eyes, and it seemed like it had been made up again, and it was like it was a shining city, but I didn’t even look at it that night.
I know, the smaller the women, the bigger the less.
The model must have drawn this slap into the white moon.
No one noticed this.
I whispered to the model that it was too heavy.
The model took a cold look at her and said she crossed the border, and the fool tried to get you to turn her over, thinking a little too much about me, and I had to wake her up.
That day, the model was like a female lion in an violated territory, with every sweat hole under his body, with an aggressive look like a knife in his eye, and an air of death.
It’s the first time I’ve seen a model like that. I shut my mouth.
I didn’t even ask how I became a model’s home.
That night, the moonlight had been the focus of a birthday party without incident, and it was not clear whether the model had deliberately arranged for a piano to be set up in the field, and the model had to let the moonlight play.
I can see that the model seems to have a good hand in this circle and that the moonlight is a little bit of a model.
The moon’s bright and bright face says it’s not nice to look at a model or to go to the piano without a word.
That day, the moonlight played another familiar song of Ghostfire. The first time I heard it was cold and strange and defiant.
I seem to have seen the fire again, floating in the so-called abyss of freedom, gleaming in the dark blue light and radiant in the abyss.
Remember when I was in school in chemistry class, and the fire was in rotting corpses.
The human bones contain phosphorus elements, the body decomposed and changed to produce phosphorus, and the flames are low and spontaneous.
The body rots and the fire shines.
Just as the time was full of white moons and fine skins, the heart of flight for freedom had died and rotted.
It’s a good idea.
I have a clear sense that the moonlight has fallen one step further in her abyss of freedom.
I just don’t know if the pusher behind this is her father or herself.
It’s not like we’re going to be able to do this.
Cousin’s business ended up losing money, and the big cultural clients sent the law to pay for it.
I didn’t give a shit to a model after that.
And then the model gave me the wrong argument. I said hello in advance.
It’s been a while since I’ve had trouble with the model.
It’s still a big deal. It’s life and death.
The big deal happened three months later.
It’s a big deal, but it’s not the beginning.
At a snack-processing plant in the south, two women secretaries were hired to hire our company.
Our company, though it is a marriage broker, occasionally does a little work as a labour broker, like finding an administrative assistant for a company, looking for a secretary for a boss.
In the words of my cousin, it is called business biodiversity, which promotes healthy and sustainable corporate development.
I don’t know with whom my cousin learned such a high-profile phrase, and in my eyes, rich people get married, and human agents do the same thing.
Men have different names to hunt for, but lastly, a skin bag.
It’s a little bumpy when it comes to our company.
At first, we didn’t care, but we thought about a little snack factory, probably for spicy food, and the boss must have been some kind of tumble-blower, making an eight-million-dollar living.
Cousin’s lazy. Let Li handle it.
Little Lee did his job carefully and checked the data on the snack processing plant on a special basis before the docking.
The factory is located in a town in the south, on the map, at the intersection of the three provinces of Chong Guiang, in a small county, a snack-processing plant that specializes in the production of leisure cakes, with only one product, which is a cake with a big hand-held butter.
But it’s a small factory, and it’s a little cake, and it’s a billion dollars a year.
We’re on the Internet, and it’s amazing what we’re talking about, what we’re talking about, what we’re talking about.
My cousin and I were curious and ordered a box from the Internet, and it tasted amazingly delicious, and I didn’t know what butter it was for, and I ate the odour of my mouth, and I had a little bit of sweetness, and it didn’t taste like the resting cake.
My cousins and I have finished a box of cupcakes.
The online news said that there were a number of capital that wanted to go to the factory and run it, but the factory was just uninvolved, making its own little cake and watching Beanie do his best.
It is only then that we understand that the snack processing plant is not just a dirtbag, but a fighter in the snack industry.
My cousin and I were in the mood for a meeting and a video conference with their employer.
The director of the factory didn’t show up, and we were connected to the director of the factory, and the video showed the image of a worker’s boss on the screen.
The director of the factory, with no director, wore a white shoulder vest, sweated with a yellow vest, covered with a towel around his neck, and talked to us while sweating, saying that the order had recently exploded, that the factory was short of people and had just taken off from the workshop…
It’s a squeaky earthy squeak.
The director of the factory asked us to be female, between 18 and 25 years old, decent and good at communication.
The conditions of recruitment seem to be elegant, and the translation of our words is young, beautiful and open.
I smiled at my cousin and I knew the right number.
The price of the other is also appropriate, with a commission of half a million, a down payment of 250,000, and then a down payment of 250,000.
The interview is in two rounds, so let’s find three first-instance, first-instance video, then second-round interview in the factory, if possible.
In the case of recruitment, the pay rate is disproportionate, with a monthly salary of 100,000.
Cousin and I were talking about this deal, trying to find some good men to take it down.
The model was there when we talked about it. It happened to be on time.
I paid the model 40,000 for the moonlight, but it didn’t work out, and the company lost $100,000.
The model thinks it’s his own problem, he’s asking for a refund, my phone’s turned me in a couple of times, I haven’t picked it up, I’ve pulled it back and forth a few times, and the model doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s a big ass.
The model came by himself that day to deliver the money.
Model listens, you have to apply.
I said, “Grandma, what are you doing?”
The model blinked and called me to an empty place.
The model said, “Changa, help me. I’m in a hurry to spend money. I’ll be back in two or three hundred thousand dollars.”
I mean, don’t you always look at money like shit?
The model sneered, Chenka, and I’ve been running out of money lately.
The model says this with a little bit of deep.
To tell you the truth, I always find modeling in a pretty good financial position.
Sometimes looking at a model is rich, like at the last birthday party and eating and drinking all night.
Sometimes it looks like you’re broke, and you get paid for a job like this that you have to go to a small town in the middle of nowhere.
I don’t know why. I just don’t want a model to do this shit.
I said, I’ll lend it to you.
The model said, “Put it down, you’re the only one who can afford to marry his wife. Don’t let your family die.”
Four or two kilos, modeling off my good intentions.
That’s what models are like, sometimes you look at thieves, sometimes you look at them, and sometimes you look at them, and you count them one by one.
Especially in my case, the model’s account can be a little more accurate, as if he was afraid of being cheap enough to die.
The whole point.
I can’t shake it, I can only take her.
Cousin’s looking for two more, a college graduate from a dance school, eight cents for a face, and a young man’s pride, and an invincible look at me.
And there’s a small webcaster on one of the platforms, called the tens of thousands of fans. I went to the live studio and I saw it, and it was a seven and a eight, and it was a second wind, and there was a photo in the file, a DVA pilot in Cos’ watch.
Models, dancers, three gods of Sonhana are in position, and we have a second video conference, and the director of the factory.
The interview process was unexpectedly smooth.
The factory looked at three people for half a day and said that your daughter in the big city was a water spirit.
Not at all.
The director of the factory said that he had a mouthful, that he had a mouthful, that he had a mouthful, and that he explained in body language the four words of groceries.
Put me in a goose bump.
When the video was over, I asked the model. I said sister. Are you sure you want to deal with them?
I’m actually a little worried.
I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’ve always thought there’s something wrong with it.
The model bit her teeth and said that Grandma was going to go north and get a cake maker to pinch her.
A group of people killed a bird for food and death.
Cousin also whispered to me, “Changa, we have to be careful this time, after all, going out of town, not familiar with life, and working together for the first time.”
We love money, but we’re afraid of something.
I told my cousin that if you’re in the middle of the town, I’ll take the team myself, and I’ll take care of it.
My cousin always assured me that it would be better.
I’ve mentioned to the director that I want to visit your office, so I can work with you later.
The director is pleased to say that you’re coming to welcome us. We’re going to be brothers’ offices.
I’m a little stingy.
That afternoon, the director of the factory asked for the identity cards of four of us and bought us a ticket very soon.
Everything went so well.
It made me feel a little embarrassed and my cousin, as if we were on the A side and they were on the B side.
My cousin and I are even beginning to wonder if we’re a little bit of a man’s heart.
As it turns out, there must be demons.
My cousin and I are still too simple.
I didn’t realize that this trip was a lifetime of death and that my cousin’s half-life was in danger of being killed.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
