It took an hour and eight minutes from knowing that Hawthorne appeared at the gate to seeing him.

Dong Zhihai roughly outlined Hawthorne's action roadmap in his mind.

He should have waited at the door for a while. After failing to achieve his goal, he would change his method, such as bribing the sentry guarding the gate, or finding their superiors to clear the situation, or stopping the workers entering the construction site to report to him, etc.

During this period, he would spend a while, which shows that Hawthorne is not a tough person and a wild person. He can do whatever he wants immediately, which is in line with his identity as a small businessman.

Secondly, he came in smoothly, which shows that he has accumulated some experience in the process of doing business and knows how to use money and ways to do things for himself. Although he is not capable, he is still better than ordinary people.

Hawthorne's words and deeds match his identity as the boss of the pharmacy, and there is no suspicious thing.

Dong Zhihai was relieved.

He officially joined the power plant yesterday. He had a conversation with Luo Hongyu that night. His position and salary were based on his own ability and level. Thanks to Qian Meiling's help, he was a little higher than normal.

His position is equivalent to the assistant general manager in a foreign company.

Dong Zhihai walked to the door and waved at Hawthorne twenty meters away: "Brother Huo, here."

In the sun, Hawthorne wiped the sweat from his head, and his panic became restless: "I finally found you, it's really hard to get in the door of this power plant."

Dong Zhihai apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, I don't know you're here today, otherwise I would have come to the door to greet you."

Hawthorne shook his hand: "I dare not, from now on, you are my boss."

After saying this, he bowed.

Dong Zhihai seemed to be used to others' obedience and respect for him, and at a young age, he did not react at all uneasy.

Waiting for Hawthorne to come to his side, he used to walking towards his seat first, then pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Please sit."

Hawthorne sat down carefully and looked at Dong Zhihai with great caution.

At this time, Dong Zhihai was no longer a patient rolling on the ground in the prison, but his boss.

"Boss Huo, I want to say that some things are better in front of you. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are my benefactor outside, but in the power plant, the positions should be differentiated. Moreover, the general manager here is a foreign student. I pay attention to this point and hope you understand." Dong Zhihai was serious about the matter.

"Of course, I understand this." Hawthorne agreed completely.

To protect your boss’s face means to protect your own money.

"Although I recommend you, you can't be idle every day. When I tell your cousin, you can sweep the floor, fetch water, and wipe the table, and you actually need to do something else." Dong Zhihai said while observing Hawthorne.

If Hawthorne showed some reluctance, he would reconsider the use of Hawthorne.

Working under him must obey unconditionally.

Hawthorne's face was filled with smiles: "This is absolutely fine. It's much better than looking at people when doing business."

"That's good." Dong Zhihai stood up.

Hawthorne then stood up immediately and reached out to hand out a bag of things.

"What?" Dong Zhihai asked.

"The medicine Dr. Ouyang gave you is the same as the prescription last time. He said when you have time to go there, he is re-prescribing you." Hawthorne explained.

It's considered a wink.

"Thank you." Dong Zhihai took the medicine, put it on his desk, and then took Hawthorne to a construction site five hundred meters away from his office.

An iron tower is being built here.

"Old Huang," Dong Zhihai shouted at a man who turned his back to them.

That person is easy to recognize. His solid figure is not tall and gray-headed. The most prominent feature is that he has a graceful head.

Old Huang still bent over and twisted his head: "What's the matter, Mr. Dong."

Judging from his attitude, he was not ready to leave that place.

"You do it." Dong Zhihai's voice was a little dissatisfied.

This old Huang made him feel a little embarrassed in front of Hawthorne.

As a subordinate, he shouldn't have come over, nodded and asked, "Do you?"

"Ah." Lao Huang agreed reluctantly.

His life is at a critical moment. Once he stops, he will have to do it for a long time when he comes back.

Alas, young people who have returned from studying abroad will show off their own tricks. Wouldn't they come here by themselves?

Lao Huang had to leave by himself.

While walking, he raised his right hand through his chest and hit his left shoulder. He was in high-intensity work every day, and all parts of his body were sore.

These actions are also the same. In Dong Zhihai's eyes, they are all inconsistent and even disrespectful to his actions.

"Old Huang," he said disgustedly: "This is Mr. Hawthorne Huo, my relative, you can take care of him in the future."

He specifically took the word "rels" a little heavier, hoping that Lao Huang would understand the lumps like elm.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dong." Old Huang would say something on the big side and look at Hawthorne, but his eyes were filled with disdain and vigilance.

Most of the bosses and relatives do not work. Putting them in is not only useless, but also lead their subordinates to follow suit.

"Mr. Huang, please take care of me." Hawthorne nodded in greeting with a smile.

He understood what Lao Huang was thinking. No matter what he was thinking, he could only wait for them to identify whether he was a mule or a horse.

Lao Huang nodded coldly, and he had to flatter Dong Zhihai against his will. His relatives had not yet climbed onto his head, so it was good to have a good time.

Dong Zhihai did not pursue his attitude towards Lao Huang. After he introduced himself, he left and left Hawthorne at the construction site.

When I first came to the power plant, Hawthorne's dress was a little more appropriate and robe.

This outfit is also the second reason why Lao Huang despises him.

Are you here to work or let us serve you?

"Mr. Huo will find a place yourself." Old Huang said very bluntly. Go wherever he is cool. I don't expect you to work, just don't cause trouble for me.

After saying that, he walked back to the tower.

Hawthorne followed behind, pulled up the hem of the robe and rolled it up a few times, stuffed it into her stomach, and stood next to Lao Huang.

At that location, a lot of water emerged from the ground, and the soil mixed with the ground turned into yellow mud.

The leather shoes on Hawthorne's feet stepped into the mud without hesitation, and helped Lao Huang lift an iron pipe and carry it on his shoulder.

Now, Hawthorne was almost dirty from head to toe, and a gentle and elegant cultural person just now suddenly became a big man.

Lao Huang's eyes lit up instantly. He held the iron pipe that was still waving and asked worriedly: "Lao Huo, can you do it?"

"Okay, don't worry." Hawthorne felt relieved.

This call of Lao Huo marked that he had won Lao Huang's recognition.

He carried the steel pipe and followed others.

No need to ask the way, he will go wherever he goes, and he will put wherever he places.

Until lunch, Hawthorne always carried the iron pipe like this.

When the shouts of eating sounded on the construction site, Hawthorne's robe had turned into a mud robe, and his shoulders hurt when they touched. It was known that they had been worn out without looking.

"Come here." Old Huang pulled Hawthorne to him and gently touched his shoulder with his hand.

"Sher," Hawthorne grinned.

pain.

Lao Huang took out a bottle from his pocket and held it in front of Hawthorne: "Come on, put some medicine."

"No need." Hawthorne smiled embarrassedly.

It looks as if it is embarrassing.

"What's so embarrassing? It's all for life. I just came here and wanted to show off like you and leave a good impression on the foreman." Old Huang learned about Hawthorne's mood at this time and immediately recalled when he first came.

"What?" Hawthorne asked curiously.

"Of course I left a good impression. Just like you, can I not like such hardworking coworkers? So I slowly became a little foreman." Old Huang patted his chest, quite proud.

After saying this, he wanted to take off Hawthorne's clothes on his shoulders and apply medicine to him.

Hawthorne pushed Lao Huang's hand away and said indifferently: "Forget it, I still have to work after dinner, so I'll just wait until the work is over before applying."

"Don't you be afraid of it?" Lao Huang was surprised.

Judging from Hawthorne's appearance, he was gentle and elegant. If he had a pair of glasses on his nose, he would believe that he was a teacher. How could such a person suffer so much?

Hawthorne smiled awkwardly and said, "Business is not easy to do. I almost got beaten up a few days ago. Compared to this, it is even more terrible. If it weren't today, I might not have experienced your hardships in my life. I am ashamed."

"Hey, I'm ashamed of how shameful it is. Everyone has this process, it will be better slowly." Lao Huang stuffed the bottle containing the medicine into Hawthorne's pocket and continued to remind him: "Remember, apply medicine quickly after work in the afternoon, otherwise it will be swollen into a big bag tomorrow."

"Thank you, brother." Hawthorne thanked sincerely.

"Okay, let's have a meal." Lao Huang made a bowl of vermicelli stewed cabbage, took three steamed buns, squatted in the cool shade under the big tree on one side, and ate it voraciously.

Hawthorne lined up to get food with an empty bowl.

When it was his turn, when he handed the porcelain bowl full of vegetables back to his hand, there was an extra note.
To be continued...