Chapter 49: An unprecedented sense of accomplishment

Gu Bing said to Zhou Andong, "Stop eating, come with me."

Zhou Andong shook his head, "I'm not a factory leader, and I don't need to speak, so why should I go?"

Gu Bing said, "You can check for any omissions. If I miss anything, you can fill it in."

Zhou Andong said with dissatisfaction, "You don't have senile dementia, can you really forget such a small thing?"

"Less nonsense!" Gu Bing pulled Zhou Andong and walked out. As soon as they left the office, they saw Zhang Zui disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

"Damn it!" Zhou Andong cursed, "Quick, chase him!"

Zhang Zui had just reached the second floor when he heard someone behind him shout, "Factory Director Zhang, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Zhang Zui turned his head, and when he saw it was Gu Bing and Zhou Andong, his expression changed. He couldn't help but quicken his pace. Then, his figure flashed, his feet suddenly tripped over something, and he stumbled, rolling down the stairs while screaming.

"Factory Director, why are you so careless?" Zhou Andong let out a cry of surprise and jumped down in two leaps. As soon as he touched Zhang Zui's arm, the old guy let out a miserable scream.

"Ouch, it hurts me to death."

Looking at Zhang Zui, whose face was bruised and swollen, Zhou Andong's mouth twitched. He suppressed his laughter and said with an anxious face, "This is bad, it's very likely your arm is broken. We must go to the hospital immediately."

Gu Bing walked down leisurely and asked with great concern, "Old Zhang, are you alright?"

Zhang Zui gritted his teeth in hatred and glared angrily at Gu Bing.

"You're not young anymore, why are you still so clumsy? It's fortunate you didn't hit your head." Gu Bing sighed, "Wait here, I'll go find someone to take you to the hospital right now. Comrade Zhou Andong, you must take good care of the Factory Director here. If anything else happens, I won't spare you." After saying this, he walked away with his hands behind his back, swaying as he went.

"Zhou Andong!" Zhang Zui's voice sounded as if it were squeezed out of his throat, low and filled with irrepressible anger, "Was it you who tripped me?"

"I tripped you?" Zhou Andong said with an indignant face, "Factory Director, I'm here taking care of you out of the kindness of my heart, how can you make such false accusations?"

Zhou Andong snorted angrily, got up, and walked away, "A dog bites Lu Dongbin, not recognizing a good heart. I'm too lazy to care whether you live or die."

"Over here!" A member of the security department ran over quickly, "Factory Director, are you alright?"

"Is that even a question? Go arrange a car quickly, we need to carry the Factory Director out."

Zhou Andong looked back, cracked a grin, laughed, and then turned and walked out of the factory gate.

At the factory gate, all the employees had gathered. It was a sea of people. Someone shouted, "The Secretary is here!"

"Gu Shuji!"

"Hello, Gu Shuji!"

"Hello, Secretary!"

The greetings came one after another. Everyone had a light in their eyes and a smile on their face because they saw hope, and this hope was given by Gu Bing. Of course, Zhou Andong's name was also deeply engraved in their minds. As for the previous cursing of Gu Bing and Zhou Andong, the moment they saw the newspaper and heard the news, they selectively forgot about it.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Again, no one knew who started the applause, but soon the sound of applause became a chorus. More than a thousand people clapping immediately attracted pedestrians on the road, who stopped to watch.

Gu Bing had never enjoyed such treatment, which gave him a great sense of accomplishment and also moved him deeply. These employees didn't ask for much; as long as you could let them fill their stomachs, they would be grateful to you.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Gu Bing shouted at the top of his lungs.

The people in front quieted down instantly, but those in the back couldn't hear and were still noisy.

Gu Bing was helpless and shouted again, but it still didn't work. Just then, a loud roar came from the crowd.

"Quiet down, listen to Gu Shuji speak." This loud voice immediately made the back quiet.

Gu Bing laughed, "Who shouted just now? Later, whatever I say, if the back can't hear, you pass it on."

"No problem!" the loud voice replied.

"I think everyone has seen the newspaper, and those who haven't have heard about it. I tell everyone, this is all true, and the phones in the supply and marketing department and my office have been blown up, all by people wanting to buy Jiangzhou Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor."

Having said this, Gu Bing paused, and then the loud voice repeated it again so that those in the back would know.

After the loud voice finished repeating, Gu Bing continued, "Now I can guarantee that before the New Year, not only will we be able to pay off the wages owed to everyone, but the sixty-yuan raise will also be issued on time. And there will be a year-end bonus, calculated at double the highest amount within the last ten years."

"Good!" The applause rang out enthusiastically again. Those in the back didn't know what had happened and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What did he say? Why is no one passing the message? Damn it, I'm dying of anxiety."

After the applause stopped, the loud voice passed on the message, and then applause rang out in the back again, mixed with whistles.

Gu Bing was very satisfied with this effect, "There is another piece of good news: our factory employees each have the sales qualification for one case of the ***-type Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor. That is to say, the ex-factory price is still 165 per bottle, but the price you sell it for, whether it's 265, 365, or even 1650, the money you earn belongs to you."

The loud voice repeated it, but there were no enthusiastic cheers or applause as expected; there was only silence.

Gu Bing blinked and immediately understood what was going on, "I tell you, our Jiangzhou Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor, the ***-type with the seal, only has twenty tons. The important thing is that the ***-type is not sold to the market; the comrades in the supply and marketing department know this."

"And the individual merchants and wholesalers who called today, the one they asked about the most and had the greatest intention to order, is the ***-type. So, the sales qualification for one case of ***-type in your hands is very precious. You must hold onto it, don't sell it easily, and wait until the price is right before selling."

This time everyone understood, and their faces turned red with excitement. Those who were quick-witted immediately understood the benefits involved. And those who were slow-witted felt that even if they sold it at the retail price, they could earn more than a hundred yuan per case.

"Secretary, when can we resume work?" someone asked.

Gu Bing said, "After the New Year. This year, everyone has money in their pockets, so let's have a good New Year, and we'll start work after that."

"Good!" The applause rang out again, more enthusiastically than the previous times.

Gu Bing had said so much, but none of it made them as happy as the news of resuming work. Because only when the factory was running and they had work to do would they feel at ease.

The crowd dispersed. Their faces no longer had the heaviness of the past; they walked away with smiles and a sense of relief.

"Secretary!" Just as Gu Bing was about to leave, he heard a shout from behind. He turned around and saw it was Qian Zhen.

"Vice Factory Director Qian!" Gu Bing could clearly see the tears in Qian Zhen's eyes.

"Secretary!" Qian Zhen grabbed Gu Bing's hand and shook it vigorously, "Thank you, thank you for withstanding the pressure and doing everything you did for the factory and the more than a thousand employees." ===== CHAPTER 50 =====