Jingbei Soap Factory is a medium-sized factory with five workshop assembly lines.
An assembly line can produce two thousand bars of soap every day at normal working hours.
Lu Miao communicated with someone and learned that renting one of the assembly lines would cost 900 yuan a month.
And after leasing, the factory can arrange for six workers to assist if necessary.
In terms of materials, you can also get them from the factory at a price.
Lu Miao didn't have much experimental materials in hand, so he might finish them in a day or two.
Renting for a month was too expensive, so Lu Miao was thinking of renting a small unit for a short period of time and renting it on a daily basis.
The soap factory also responded directly, and it would definitely not work on a daily basis.
Cleaning up the assembly line takes a lot of time.
They wanted to rent for a short period of time, and the small rental fee was not enough to cover the labor costs of the soap factory to clean up afterwards.
If Lu Miao needs it, they can compromise and rent it out on a weekly basis.
Nine hundred yuan a month, converted to thirty yuan a day, seven days a week, two hundred yuan.
Lu Miao thought for a moment and thought it would work, so she asked on the phone to find out the main materials currently available in the factory were related to their prices.
Said over there, through a microphone, she was taking notes here.
After roughly understanding it, she told people to finalize the rental time in the next two days and then hang up the phone.
Soap is made by the saponification reaction of oil and alkali.
Commonly used base oils in soap factories include coconut oil, palm oil, etc.
Animal oil is pig, beef and mutton fat.
These are urgent needs, and the price is often 60 cents to 1 yuan and 20 cents per pound.
Lu Miao was slowly calculating in her mind, walking around the house, looking for a soap dish to refer to the ingredient list.
Just when I found the box and didn't have time to look at it, I heard Bai Chuan standing in the yard calling daddy.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Mei's voice also sounded:
"Why did you come back so early today?"
Fu Jingyou's deep and hoarse voice came:
“I have nothing to do, so I’ll just come back.”
As he was talking, he met Lu Miao's eyes when he entered the room.
Lu Miao is not as easy to fool as Tang Mei.
Looking at his watch, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. Lu Miao raised the hand holding the soap box towards the room. Fu Jingyou entered the room knowingly, and she followed closely and locked the door.
The couple whispered in the room:
"What's going on? Did something happen to the unit?"
Fu Jingyou knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he simply told the truth:
"I wrote a letter of resignation and said I would quit."
When I came back just now, the car also went to the factory in northern Beijing.
Lu Miao nodded, with no emotion or anger on her face. She just held his hand and sat with him by the kang, waiting for his next words.
Fu Jingyou sighed and talked about what happened in the factory today.
In fact, it is still a matter of personnel management.
Fu Jingyou is the workshop director and received new arrangements at noon.
When I went to the workshop in the afternoon to convene a group to assign tasks, I encountered a thorn in my side.
First, it was mentioned that the ancestor's grandfather was an old poor farmer, and later it was said that his father was a boiler worker, and in his generation he was a worker in a machinery factory.
Over the past few generations, the family has maintained a strong foundation and a strong working-class and peasant-class family composition.
He insisted that Fu Jingyou was a bureaucracy. Not only did he not cooperate with the work arrangements, he also shouted at others not to cooperate, making the scene look like something noisy.
Similar small frictions have occurred many times before, and it took some effort for Fu Jingyou to control the situation.
But just as he turned around inadvertently, Fu Jingyou saw the expressions of several other workshop directors smiling at the show.
Suddenly, he felt more tired than ever before.
The working class and the peasantry are certainly glorious.
However, the workers took advantage of the opportunity to stir up trouble, and the other workshop directors, as the leadership and management, instead of uniting together to resolve the dispute, acted like they had nothing to do with themselves and just watched the excitement, which really made people feel powerless.
There is an old saying that hits the nail on the head:
A centipede insect is dead but not rigid. It must first have internal conflicts before it will be completely defeated.
Some state-owned factories are destined to fall apart.
Fu Jingyou is tired.
He didn't think he could become the "savior" with one against a hundred.
So he wrote his resignation letter. (End of chapter)