Yang Jun did not speak, but glanced at the workers in the canteen.

These people were short and thin, but very strong, but their faces were more discolored. Most of them wore patched clothes and smoked cigarettes. The canteen smelled of smoke and sweat.

Yang Jun frowned and turned around, then stopped at the window where he was cooking.

The man serving food behind the window didn't see Yang Jun and just kept his head down while serving food.

A steamed bun and half a spoonful of vegetables are a worker's lunch.

Yang Jun looked at it for a long time, frowning and his face was ashen.

The food ration for workers is classified as heavy physical work. According to the standards stipulated above, each person has a standard of four taels per day. Four taels is actually a lot. Not to mention that they are full, but at least 70 to 80% full.

A steamed bun is only about one tael, which is three times less than the prescribed ration.

"Cough, cough."

Yan Huailiang clenched his hands into fists and put them to his mouth and kept coughing, as if he wanted to remind the staff that the factory director was coming.

But the cafeteria staff behind the window is only responsible for serving meals and turns a deaf ear to what is going on outside the window. Anyway, he only knows that each person only needs half a spoonful of food and a steamed bun, and he can't care about the rest.

Yan Huailiang coughed dryly for a long time, but the man didn't hear him.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"How do you prepare food? Don't you know that each person has four woofou and two spoons of vegetables?"

"Eat it if you like, get out if you don't, be careful..."

The man behind the window didn't seem to have a good temper. He was swearing and would point at the spoon every time.

"Yan... Section Chief, why is it you? I thought you were the blind one."

The man quickly apologized and said: "Chief Yan, didn't we follow the rules you set? Why did we suddenly become four nests..."

"Cough, cough. Cough."

Yan Huailiang coughed vigorously and kept winking at him from the corner of his eyes.

"Ah, Director Yang, why are you here too?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he turned around and left without saying anything.

What is not clear about this is that Yan Huailiang took advantage of his power to deprive employees of food.

If he hadn't had a sudden idea and wanted to come to the construction site to take a look, he wouldn't have been able to see this scene.

This Yan Huailiang is too shady. He deducts food from employees so harshly. He insists on deducting three out of four wotou, and only gives half a spoonful of two spoonfuls of vegetables, which is three times less than the stipulated amount.

And the steamed buns, at first glance, were mixed with sorghum noodles. They were dark and not tasty at all, not to mention the vegetables. Not to mention the lack of salt and oil, the potatoes were almost shredded.

The potato sticks were gone, and there wasn’t even a speck of oil on them.

"Director, please listen to my explanation."

When Yan Huailiang saw this, his face suddenly darkened and he was frightened.

I deducted food from workers and was caught by the factory director. It was a trivial matter to be dismissed or fired. But if this matter doesn't go well, I will be put on the fence.

"I won't listen to your explanation."

Yang Jun walked out of the cafeteria with his hands behind his back.

"Director, it's not what you think. It rained today. I didn't have time to buy the ingredients. I thought I'd make do with it and make up for it tomorrow."

When Yang Jun heard this, he became very angry.

He turned around and kicked him in the thigh, shouting,

"Do you think I'm blind?"

"Tell me when it rained and when did you get the ingredients."

The ingredients for the construction site canteen are brought from the logistics office of the steel rolling mill every morning, and it has just rained. This Yan Huailiang told lies with his eyes open, and he was regarded as a fool.

"Director Yang, I was wrong. For the sake of my cousin, please spare me this time."

Yan Huailiang knelt down in the muddy water, kowtowing and begging for mercy, regardless of the fact that there were so many people watching in the cafeteria.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

Yang Jun gritted his teeth and pointed at worker No. 300 standing in the cafeteria.

"Ask them if they forgive you. If they forgive you, I will let you go."

As soon as Yang Jun finished speaking, a loud roar erupted in the cafeteria.

"We don't forgive."

The workers looked angry and pointed at Yan Hualiang and cursed,

"Chief Yan, let alone you depriving us of food, you also treat us as if we are not human beings."

"Yes, you often make us work overtime, for several hours at a time, with no regard for our life or death."

"Twenty percent of our salary was deducted from last month's salary, and management fees were charged."

"..."

For a while.

The workers gushed over all the various treatments Yan Huailiang had given him during this period.

They all asked Yang Jun to make the decision for them.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties came over.

He first bowed to Yang Jun, and then said with a sad and angry look,

"Are you Factory Director Yang? I want to accuse Section Chief Yan of his crimes."

"Okay, you say."

Yang Jun took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions.

He also knows that if the water is clear, there will be no fish.

Corruption cannot be eradicated, but greed must have a certain limit. You cannot ignore the lives of workers and drink their blood.

Look at what the food is like. Although he doesn't know other aspects, he can guess that it's not much better.

The man gathered his emotions and looked back at the workers behind him. When he saw the encouraging eyes of the workers, he said excitedly,

"Director Yang, we are suffering..."

I learned from this man that Yan Huailiang not only deducted food from the workers, but also often made them work overtime for 17 or 18 hours. When the wages were paid at the end of the month, he would also deduct 20% of the management fee. Although everyone

I don’t know what this management fee is for, but as long as you don’t pay it, Yan Huailiang will let him go directly. You know how difficult it is for every worker to find this job, so they have no choice but to pay the management fee.

There are many more things like this.

Yang Jun asked the workers to find paper and pen, and while taking notes, he asked about the details of what happened.
Chapter completed!