Chapter 15 Anecdotes about the Factory
Gu Qing considers himself a principled person, so after mastering black technology, he did not use loopholes in the banking system to make money.
Of course, he also knows what the traces of flying geese are.
The world is safe now. You can go to the midnight snack stalls at 12 o'clock in Daxia alone, but if you want to go abroad, your life will be too long.
But the world is also in danger. A person's information can be summarized and analyzed through social accounts, the few words left online, and feedback from relatives and friends around him.
You can only see your own appearance and examine your own heart, but others can label you and then interpret it in various ways.
Because of his emphasis on the future factory, Gu Qing did such a gloomy thing for the first time.
Maybe it was because he didn’t have artificial intelligence to make white gloves, so he was a little apologetic after the investigation.
Wang Teng’s uncle Luo Songtang, forty-five years old, is a traditional middle-aged man who has never had an affair and likes to drink tea...
So when Luo Songtang introduced himself in front of Gu Qing At this time, just like when playing an online game, you know the setting of this character, and he is still introducing his sense of déjà vu.
After pouring half a cup of tea for the elder, Gu Qing was still listening carefully.
“It turns out that the one on maternity leave was on maternity leave. The boss held a meeting, attended by seven workshop directors and department heads. The most mentioned word was output. Anyone who has been in the factory knows that there are two types of wages: hourly system and piece rate system. Settlement method
Working hours system: workers are lazy
Piecework system: workers do not work overtime
Later the boss came up with a way. The minimum output allocated to each workshop is fixed, the total salary is fixed, and the excess output is rewarded to the workshop leader in proportion. If the target is not reached, the workshop leader will be rewarded in proportion. Proportionally deduct the salary of the workshop leader
As a result, the person in charge of the workshop became a scab and oppressed the employees, leading to a loss of prestige. Workers smoked and were late for the morning meeting in the workshop, and the workplace hygiene was in a mess. They did not dare to take care of it. They could only coax and deceive, fearing a high turnover rate.
As the deputy factory director and human resources director, I have handled up to 17 resignations a day. I have to deal with several waves of salary requests a day, and I have to provide ideological education to the old employees in the workshop, which is tiring.
A group of retired military interns came at the end of last year, with the purpose of training them to become cadres above the deputy director of the workshop. The internship period is three months, and the salary is very high. The internship period is from 8 to 5, with a salary of 6,000, and they can be regularized. Guaranteed 8,000.
After three months, no one could stay. I asked them if they couldn't bear the hardship. A young man told me that they all retired this year, and no matter how hard it was, they couldn't suffer as much as those in the army. They just looked at this Migrant workers who work for people in their 50s and 60s cannot bear to torture them, and they have a bad conscience.
I really don’t know how to reason with them to keep them. Originally, according to the company’s interests, they were allowed to write their own resignation letters. I made the decision and fired them directly. Everyone was given an extra three months. The salary allowed them to leave. Before leaving, he treated them to a meal and drank some wine. He told them that the pine branches and collars were not pinned to their clothes, but worn in their hearts, so that they would never forget who they served.
Alas, in this world, I don’t want to be like this. I tried to change, but my boss refused.
Obviously he has money to buy a house in Pudong, but no one lives in the house, but he is unwilling to invest money in the factory. ”
Just like the nagging of a middle-aged woman, it is obviously taboo to make shallow friends and talk deeply, but Luo Songtang poured out the bitter water as if he was unprepared. Later, he even talked about supporting the elderly at home and treating relatives. Things in life
This is also a tragedy for middle-aged people. The pressure of life will make them lose weight. What was once a newborn calf has become a groveling old cow. The more conscientious you are, the easier it is to be exploited.
Seeing Luo Songtang's eyes start to blur as he spoke, Gu Qing raised his teacup and said, "Luo Songtang." Uncle, life is always like a big river, with rough waves and sparkling waves. I would like to offer you a cup of tea instead of wine. ”
"Thank you, I just feel that people, after holding it for a long time, are so tired that they only feel when they say it." Luo Songtang took a sip of tea, and the warm liquid seemed to bring sleepiness. "So sleepy..."
With quick eyes and quick hands, Gu Qing supported the tired middle-aged man sleeping on the tea table in front of him.
Can the effect of raw truth serum be so strong? Or is it because this middle-aged man hasn't had a good rest for a long time, which makes his psychological defense too fragile, so he can take advantage of the situation?
Gu Qing thinks there may be reasons.
After helping the person, he left the private room of the teahouse. In the corridor, Luo Songtang's nephew, Xiao Wang, the number one hacker in his company, was playing on his mobile phone next door.
Of course, Gu Qing knows very well that this person is probably still in the water.
Some people are like this. They like water stickers. Although they are boring things, they find them very interesting.
"Your uncle stayed up too late yesterday and took a nap. Please take care of him."
Gu Qing left Wang Teng behind, went to the front desk to pay the bill, and then took a Didi and left. .
Half an hour later, Zhao Xiangfu, who had a fat head and big ears and a happy face, met the "young and promising" young man who was going to buy his factory.
"Mr. Gu, you are really young. When I was in your grade, I was still working as a janitor in the factory."
Gu Qing let go of his chubby hands, looking a little shy. Yin said: "It's all about helping the family and using money to start a business. Isn't this the craze for home machines that started last year? Boss Zhao wants to give "Brother, it's cheaper."
Zhao Xiangfu smiled with a smile on his face, patted his belly, and promised: "That's right, I, Zhao Xiangfu, do business just for luck, 100 million, patents, factories, raw materials, The upstream and downstream contracts and the key old employees in the factory are all packaged and sold.”
One hundred million? That was really a blessing to me.
Gu Qing was a little cash-strapped, and his face showed a disgraceful flush: "Uncle, I can't buy it at this price. My family didn't give me that much money..."
" Oh? How much have you prepared, young man? You need to know the location of my uncle’s factory. Pico is valuable enough. Although it is outside the suburbs, it is also within the fifth ring road of Chengdu. When the subway is built later, when the factory is demolished and built in a community, he can sell it and earn hundreds of millions. "
Zhao Xiangfu. With a generous look on his face, he started drawing cakes towards the young man next to him.
As for the fact that this land was for industrial use, it could not be transferred to another property or built into a community, and the lease of Rongke's machine would expire in two years, so he forgot about these things.
After all, we noble people often forget things. When young people go out into society, they need to study more so that they can live a good life in the future.
Gu Qing smiled, pretending to be intimate and whispered in Zhao Xiangfu's ear: "Uncle Zhao really takes care of me. Let's go upstairs first and talk at the dinner table. I have prepared a white and tender gift for you."< br>
A white and tender gift? When Zhao Xiangfu heard this, he felt itchy in his heart like a cat scratching his head.
"Then I have to thank my nephew."
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