Chapter 214 Good business opening
The company's address is near Duanlumen Cross. It used to be a city department store building. Part of the second floor was vacant, so Zhao Hongjun found someone to rent it out as the company's residence.
When Fang Minghua arrived by bicycle, he saw a sign hanging near the door on the first floor, firecrackers were crackling non-stop, Zhao Hongjun, wearing a suit and red tie, greeted the guests who came to congratulate him with a spring breeze.
"Congratulations to Boss Zhao! Congratulations on getting rich." Fang Minghua took out a bunch of firecrackers from the net bag hanging on the front of the car and said with a smile.
"I Ming Hua, what show are you singing in? Aren't you the boss?!" Zhao Hongjun pulled him aside and whispered a reproach, and then quickly said: "I know, I keep it a secret Wearing it.”
After saying that, he took Fang Minghua and introduced them one by one: "This is Director Wu of the Municipal Planning Commission."
"This is Director Liu of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."
"This is the District Light Industry Bureau. "Director Ma"
Heh
Many officials, big and small, came here. Without knowing anything, they thought there was some important meeting being held here.
Some of these people also knew Fang Minghua and knew that he was the editor-in-chief of the magazine. They all laughed and said that having a great writer like you here to support me, my cultural level has suddenly become higher.
Of course the company I have a stake in will come to support me.
Fang Minghua smiled inwardly, chatted with a few officials, and then asked Zhao Hongjun: "Where is Tangtang?"
"It's up there."
"Then I’ll go up and have a look.”
After saying hello to several leaders, Fang Minghua went up the stairs to the second floor.
The entire east corridor on the second floor is the company's territory. What Fang Minghua didn't expect was that there was a small bar just around the corner after going up the stairs, with the words "Shengshi Book Four" written on the background wall. A beautiful girl in a suit stood inside.
This thing.
Learn from people in Xiangjiang.
“Hello, sir, who are you looking for?”
the girl asked with a smile.
"I'm a friend of your general manager. I'm here to congratulate you today. Just take a look around." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.
"Please."
Fang Minghua walked in and saw signs hanging on the doors on both sides of the corridor.
"General Manager's Office"
"Administrative Office"
He saw an office with a sign of "Deputy General Manager" and pushed the door open.
There is a pretty girl with shawl hair sitting behind the large desk inside, looking at a document carefully.
Song Tangtang.
Song Tangtang’s current position is the company’s deputy general manager and chief of the financial department.
Today, Song Tangtang is different from usual. He is wearing a small black suit with a white lapel shirt underneath. He immediately changes from a heroic soldier to a smart and capable white-collar beauty.
Why does it feel like a uniform temptation?
Seeing Fang Minghua staring at her, the girl was very generous. She stood up and asked playfully: "What, you don't know me anymore?"
"Brother Red Army insisted on letting the female employees of our company Wearing a suit, that's what Xiangjiang Company is doing," Song Tangtang explained again.
"It's pretty good-looking." Fang Minghua nodded: "It's just March, are you a little cold?"
I feel sorry for my wife.
“It doesn’t matter, I also brought a woolen coat.” Song Tangtang pointed to the coat hanging on the hanger.
"Come on, Minghua, I will take you around."
The girl said very affectionately.
"This is the administrative office." The two entered the administrative office next door. There was a young man sitting inside. When he saw Song Tangtang coming in, he immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Song, hello."
"You go about your business." Song Tangtang replied.
The young people hurriedly sat down and looked curiously at Fang Minghua who came in with Song Tangtang.
Next door is the finance room. The accountants and cashiers are both re-employed by two retired cadres. The Red Army said that the older people have experience and can be used with confidence. "Song Tangtang said in a low voice.
Fang Minghua stood at the door and saw two people sitting opposite each other in the room, one of whom was thinking about something.
Fang Minghua didn't go in so as not to disturb others.
Looking at the sign "Editing Room", Fang Minghua went in with great interest. He saw three men sitting inside, all holding a book and reading and recording something. One of them was older. With gray hair and reading glasses, he looked serious.
Seeing someone coming in, the old man raised his head. Fang Minghua was stunned when he saw it.
“Lao Jin!”
“Xiao Fang. Chief Editor Fang!”
It turns out that this old man turned out to be the retired editor of the editorial department of "Yanhe" magazine!
"Editor Fang, are you here?" Lao Jin took off his reading glasses and was surprised.
"Oh, Mr. Zhao from your company is my good friend. The company is opening today, so I'm here to congratulate you." Fang Minghua explained with a smile, then looked at the book on his desk and asked.
“Are you here to help translate the traditional Chinese version into the simplified version?”
“Yes, my task is to translate and proofread, and I do the original work.” Old Jin said and handed the book to Fang Minghua.
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes"
"Very good, this is your strength." Fang Minghua praised.
"So be it." Lao Jin replied, suddenly a little shy, hesitating and said: "It's my business here. Editor Fang, don't be in the work unit."
I am dignified. The editor of "Yanhe" magazine, who was not guaranteed a "latest" after retirement, actually went to a private company to earn extra money. If this was spread to the workplace, what would his colleagues think?
"I understand, I understand, don't worry, I will never talk nonsense." Fang Minghua promised.
"Actually, Lao Jin, I think it's nothing. You don't rob or steal, and you make money by your own ability. What's the shame?"
"Haha, Editor Fang thinks so too? Then I I feel relieved."
The two chatted for a few more words, and then Fang Minghua left the office. Song Tangtang walked around with her and returned to her office.
“I heard from the Red Army that Lao Jin’s family is in a difficult situation. His wife is sick, his son has no job and doesn’t study well, and he works outside all day long, so he came to work part-time because he couldn’t come.”
"Hey" Fang Minghua sighed slightly after hearing this.
"How much salary do you pay him per month?"
"70 yuan."
Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.
For a part-time job, this salary is not low, but it is not high either.
This year (1985) the country made a major adjustment to employee wages across the country. Fang Minghua's salary soared from 86 yuan to 112 yuan.
Of course, along with it comes rising prices. Pork has risen from RMB 1.8 to 2.2 per catty, Moutai has risen from 8 to 12 yuan.
The Guoguang apples that Song Tangtang often eats have increased from 65 cents to 65 cents per catty. It jumped to 1 yuan per pound.
The era of inflation has begun.
"The company now has a total of 14 people including Red Army and me. In addition to the few you saw just now, there are 6 people who are in sales and are responsible for contacting Xinhua Bookstores in various places." Song Tangtang explained.
"The Red Army did the right thing. At this stage, the company has little technical content, and sales are the top priority." Fang Minghua warned: "Tangtang, you must control financial costs, especially travel expenses, and formulate a good plan The system must be strictly followed.”
I have been working in a magazine for the past four or five years, and I am deeply aware of the tricky aspects of employee business trips.
“Okay, I understand.”
‘By the way, look at this, this is from my aunt. 'Song Tangtang suddenly remembered something, took out a newspaper from the drawer and handed it to Fang Minghua. The girl looked excited: "I haven't had time to show it to Brother Red Army."
Fang Minghua took it and saw that it was a newspaper The old Shenzhen Daily.
There was also a smile on his face.
While the two were chatting, the office door was pushed open and Zhao Hongjun walked in.
(End of this chapter)