After the two shook hands, Hawthorne pointed to the card-playing table: "If Mr. Luo doesn't dislike him, please sit down."

Luo Hongyu accepted this point of view, just sitting on the ground with them, he could still do it.

When you meet strong, you will be strong, and when you meet weak, you will be weak.

Luo Hongyu's aloofness is also divided into occasions.

The black fat man gave up his seat and sat on the floor next to him.

"Mr. Huo, I came here to thank you very much." Luo Hongyu said.

"Mr. Luo is polite. When encountering such a thing, everyone present will lend a helping hand." Hawthorne did not show off his credit and continued to keep a low profile.

"Thank you, I hope we can become friends in the future." This sentence is specious and does not hurt or itch.

Luo Hongyu is not very optimistic about Hawthorne's future.

A man who is so ordinary that he has no characteristics will still have no characteristics in the future, and his prospects are not optimistic, and the gap with him will become bigger and bigger.

"Yes, I hope there is a chance." Hawthorne's answer was unexpected to Luo Hongyu.

He did not have moral kidnapping, but was very self-aware.

Luo Hongyu instead developed a strong interest in Hawthorne.

He sat in this simple shed and was the first to chat with the coworkers at the bottom.

As he chatted, his topic naturally turned to concerns about the progress of the project.

Hawthorne looked up and said, "Mr. Luo, I have an idea that I don't know if I should say it."

"You said." Luo Hongyu disagreed.

With Hawthorne's situation, there will be no good idea. He just talks about it as a chat.

"The problem you are worried about is not without solutions. After a sunny day, you can actually divide the workers into two to three shifts, and continue to work day and night. Of course, this requires voluntary action, and you need to pay a little more than the day. If there is a night shift, I think I will sign up first because I need money."

"What did you say?" Luo Hongyu patted his head, not knowing whether it was his brain that had water or Hawthorne's brain that had water.

This is the method that capitalists use to exploit workers, and it is also the practice he most despises abroad, and it often causes protests and strikes from workers.

"Mr. Luo, don't get me wrong. I'm not asking you to exploit your workers, but I just suggest you provide you with a chance to earn more salary. As long as you let these night shift workers rest during the day and increase their salary appropriately at night, I think someone will be willing." Hawthorne and Pan told their thoughts.

The fat black man raised his hand on the side: "Mr. Luo, I'm willing. All five children in my family are waiting for food with their mouths open. I need more salary."

"I'm willing, too. If I don't need this salary, I won't come out to work." Hawthorne was the second to raise his arm.

He is not in a hurry to work night shifts, but wants to leave a good impression on Luo Hongyu.

"I'll go back and think about it before deciding whether to implement it." Luo Hongyu replied cautiously.

From a certain perspective, he wanted to implement this suggestion now, but something that a politician of the Provisional Government reminded him in advance was heard in his ears, and he must not cause trouble for all kinds of reasons.

However, a week later, a notice was posted at the power plant construction site, which was Hawthorne's proposal to mobilize some workers to register for night shift construction. The salary was one-third higher than that of the day shift and could rest during the day.

To Luo Hongyu's surprise, the number of people who signed up was far beyond his expectations.

In desperation, he ordered all foremen to choose the best choices for registered workers. Good health and good skills became the prerequisite for selecting night shift personnel.

Half a month later, when Luo Hongyu's progress was still a little short of reaching the pre-formed plan, his view on Hawthorne completely changed.

Luo Hongyu came to the simple shed where Hawthorne worked for the fourth time.

"Mr. Huo, I hope you can become my think tank."

"This time, Luo Hongyu greatly praised Hawthorne.

"Mr. Luo, thank you in advance. You respect me too much. I don't know whether you become a think tank. Anyone who can help me will definitely not give me any effort." Hawthorne replied modestly.

"Can Mr. Huo come to me to help me?" Luo Hongyu's sudden request made, although he still surprised him secretly.

"Can you give me a day to think about it?" Hawthorne delayed the time. Before he agreed, he had to tell Shen Qingfeng and Dong Zhihai.

"No problem, then I will wait for Mr. Huo's reply tomorrow. I hope it will satisfy me." Luo Hongyu patted Hawthorne on the shoulder.

The arm he used was the one who was injured and had completely recovered.

That night, Hawthorne suddenly intercepted a telegram from Xiao B that had disappeared for some time at home. The telegram that was deciphered only four words: "Stop progress."

Hawthorne saw that it was not the end.

He lit a match and burned the telegram. As for the content of the telegram, he will tell Zeng Yunfeng through an advertisement tomorrow.

Before entering the power plant the next day, he reported Luo Hongyu's thoughts to Shen Qingfeng on the phone.

Shen Qingfeng encouraged and praised him, and issued an order: "Of course you have to go, a rare opportunity, not to be suspected. You must monitor Luo Hongyu well and not let him contact the Communist Party. According to our tips, the underground party has been infiltrated among the workers, and the intention is ill-intentioned."

"Yes, please rest assured."

After putting down the phone and entering the construction site, Hawthorne found Dong Zhihai again and said Luo Hongyu's original words.

Dong Zhihai also encouraged him like Shen Qingfeng, but what he said was all about Hawthorne himself: "Brother Huo, congratulations, you should go, follow Mr. Luo's future is bright, as long as I don't forget my brother."

"Where did Mr. Dong say that he never forgets the well digger when he drank water. Mr. Dong is the one who brought me in. How could I forget Mr. Dong's great kindness?" Hawthorne sincerely confessed to himself.

While the two were having a sincere exchange, a terrifying shout suddenly came from the construction site: "Ah, half of the arm."

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