Chapter 11

In the conference room on the second floor, besides the old factory director Gao Qingkui, deputy factory director Zhang Deyou, and deputy factory director Qian Zhen who was in charge of logistics, there were more than a dozen heads of various departments. They were all listening quietly to Gu Bing, some disdainful, some contemptuous, and some looking at Gu Bing like he was a fool.

Gu Bing became more and more excited as he spoke, feeling that Zhou Andong's words made too much sense. As long as this thing succeeded, who the hell would dare to look down on him?

"Reform, it's still not too late to start now, don't wait until it's terminally ill; by then, even the gods won't be able to save us..."

Gu Bing knocked on the table: "I've said what I should say, now you guys say something."

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became strange, and there was no sound at all.

Gao Qingkui, Zhang Deyou, and Qian Zhen had calm faces, and one couldn't tell what they were thinking. And the others looked at each other, their expressions very strange, but no one spoke.

Gu Bing frowned, looked at the factory union director Jian Qiu, and blinked at her.

Jian Qiu was the beautiful woman Zhou Andong met in the restroom. Seeing Gu Bing blinking at her, she rolled her eyes imperceptibly, but still spoke.

"Everyone knows the situation of the factory now. I really don't want to be pointed at by more than a thousand staff members one day, scolding our ancestors, saying we are incompetent and occupying positions without doing anything. So, I think reform is necessary. But we can't be hot-headed and gamble with the rice bowls of more than a thousand staff members; we must reform with limits. Just like what Gu Shuji said, first use the eighty tons of liquor in stock to test the water. If it fails, it's easy to turn around, and there won't be much loss."

Everyone looked surprised, including Gao Qingkui, Zhang Deyou, and Qian Zhen. Jian Qiu had never participated in factory affairs, let alone spoken at any meeting. But now, for such a big thing as reform, she actually spoke first and supported it.

Everyone's eyes swept back and forth between Jian Qiu and Gu Bing, thinking tacitly that these two were not much different in age, and one was unmarried and the other was unmarried, looking like a talented man and a beautiful woman. Could there be some...

Gu Bing scanned the circle: "No one speaking, that means no objections?"

"Gu Shuji!" Finance Section Chief Liu Jian said: "Although it is a limited reform, it is not a small matter to involve reform. Not to mention you also want 100,000 in funds. This money is not a small amount for the current factory. If it fails and the money is thrown into the water, who is responsible?"

"I am responsible!" Gu Bing stood up, propped his hands on the table, and leaned forward: "If it really fails and causes losses to the factory, I will resign."

Liu Jian stopped talking and looked at the three giants: Gao Qingkui, Zhang Deyou, and Qian Zhen. But these three people still had no expression and didn't express their opinions.

Gu Bing looked at Gao Qingkui, not hiding the edge on his body, and his tone was even more aggressive: "Old Factory Director, don't you have anything to say?"

Gao Qingkui picked up the enamel tea mug with steaming heat, took a sip of tea: "I reserve my opinion." After speaking, he got up and left.

"I also reserve my opinion." Zhang Deyou's face was gloomy, and he also got up and left the conference room, "Factory Director!"

Gao Qingkui slowed his pace, and Zhang Deyou chased after him: "Factory Director, are you just going to let him mess around like this?"

Gao Qingkui tilted his head and glanced at Zhang Deyou: "Otherwise?"

"He..."

Zhang Deyou wanted to say something but was interrupted by Gao Qingkui's wave.

"Let's talk in the office."

Gao Qingkui pushed open the office door, and Zhang Deyou followed.

"Do you think his so-called reform will succeed?" Gao Qingkui held the tea mug, took a sip of tea, and sat on the dilapidated sofa.

Zhang Deyou sat beside Gao Qingkui and said decisively: "No, no one buys 6 yuan liquor, he wants to sell it for dozens of yuan, how could it possibly sell?"

"Isn't that it." Gao Qingkui smiled slightly, "I don't care about things now, you haven't officially taken office yet, and he, Gu Bing, jumped out to engage in some reform, the intention of which is nothing more than to fight for power. But this reform of his is digging a hole for himself. So, not only can we not stop it, we must secretly support it. We are not afraid of him wanting it, we are afraid of him not wanting it. The more he wants, the more responsibility he bears."

"Bang!"

Zhang Deyou slapped his thigh hard, excitedly: "You really see through it, ginger is indeed old and spicy."

Gao Qingkui smiled, looking like he had everything under control: "Deep family background, sitting in the position of factory party secretary at a young age, such people usually like to center on themselves, overestimating their abilities. When he falls and gets bruised and swollen, he will know how many pounds he weighs."

Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou left, and there was no need to hold the meeting. As Gu Bing announced the end of the meeting, Liu Jian was the first to leave the conference room and went straight to Zhang Deyou's office. Not seeing anyone, he knew he was with the old factory director.

Qian, over fifty, thin, with a full head of white hair, looked even older than the retired Gao Qingkui: "Secretary, reform, how much confidence do you have?"

In the conference room, only Gu Bing, Qian Zhen, and Jian Qiu remained.

Gu Bing didn't expect Qian Zhen to stay: "Without trying, without walking, who knows if this road can be walked?"

Qian Zhen pondered for a while and said firmly: "No matter what, I will fully support you."

Gu Bing was stunned, then overjoyed, shaking Qian Zhen's hand: "Old Qian, thank you for your support."

Qian Zhen left. Although his body was thin, his waist was straight, and every step he took was very powerful.

Watching Qian Zhen's figure disappear at the door, Jian Qiu said softly: "Actually, Old Qian is more suitable to be the factory director, because only he has the staff in his heart."

Gu Bing nodded: "He supports me because he wants to find a way for the staff to live."

Jian Qiu suddenly looked at Gu Bing and said with a smile: "Tell me, who deceived you into engaging in reform?"

Gu Bing blinked and pretended to be stupid: "I am such a brilliant genius, who can deceive me?"

Jian Qiu said disdainfully: "When you were a child, your IQ was half a catty less than others, and now that you've grown up, you're even more short of weight."

Gu Bing's face turned black instantly, and he got up and left: "Too lazy to bother with you."

A happy smile appeared on Jian Qiu's face: "Your older aunt is back, asking you to go over for dinner tonight."

Zhou Andong was almost asleep on the sofa when the office door rang. Opening his eyes, he saw Gu Bing coming in with a happy face, knowing it was done.

"Done!" Gu Bing shouted excitedly.

Zhou Andong turned over and got up, full of energy: "Let's discuss the details."

Time passed quickly until the end-of-work bell rang. Zhou Andong stretched: "It's too late to re-order the bottles. Tomorrow you arrange for people to clear all the labels of the eighty tons of liquor in the warehouse. The design of the front label, back label, and packaging, I will give to you tomorrow. If possible, contact the packaging factory tonight."

Gu Bing nodded: "No problem."

"Also, only 120 cameras can take calendar photos, don't get it wrong, our time is short." Zhou Andong grabbed the Red Peony on the desk: "You smoke this?"

Gu Bing said angrily: "If I don't smoke this, what can I smoke? Besides, this cigarette was called 'Little China' back then, and you have to ask someone to buy it if you want to smoke it."

Zhou Andong took one out and put it in his mouth, then very naturally put the rest of the box into his pocket: "That's it, I'm leaving."