Chapter 133

Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng didn't find Li Dayong because Li Dayong's roommate said he went to the Beijing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics to find his classmates again.

Li Ye muttered strangely, "Went to find classmates again? That means he didn't go just once? Why haven't I seen that guy come to find me?"

Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng chuckled and said, "Why do you think he didn't find you? You have that young lady from a wealthy family to hold onto, so you don't allow others to find a partner?"

Li Ye immediately straightened his face and said, "Brother Peng, this kind of joke can't be made!"

"Pfft~"

Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng looked at Li Ye with disdain and didn't expose his brother's fake seriousness anymore.

They are all men, who doesn't know who? Thinking of his wife back home, Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng also missed her quite a bit.

Li Dayong wasn't there, so this shareholders' meeting was missing one person, but fortunately, that bear's mind wasn't on business anyway; as long as his money wasn't missing, it would be fine.

Seeing Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng, Hao Jian, and Wang Jianqiang being called into the main room by Li Ye to close the door for a meeting, Tan Min outside couldn't help but curl his lips.

He mocked Wei Jiaxian, "See that? The old thing you were so anxious to rely on doesn't even have the qualifications to attend the meeting. Tell me, what are you aiming for?"

Wei Jiaxian kept his mouth shut, but Old Song dropped his face and said, "We just joined the group and haven't made any contributions yet; why should we have the same treatment as those who drank blood wine and became sworn brothers?

If you want people to look at us squarely, you have to show your skills and get things done. Look at that Ma Qianshan; he joined even earlier than us, isn't he also squatting outside?"

Ma Qianshan seemed to hear some movement, glanced toward Old Song's side, turned his head back with disdain, and smoked leisurely.

Compare with me? I'm smoking Peony; what grade are you, a dry tobacco smoker?

But soon, the door of the main room opened.

"Old Song, come in for a moment."

Old Song hurriedly went in, habitually squatting in the corner.

Li Ye said, "Come over and sit down; I have something to tell you."

Old Song's heart moved, and he came over and sat down nimbly.

He understood in his heart that this was about to be serious business.

Li Ye said to Old Song, "Tomorrow, have Hao Jian give you 50,000 yuan in capital. I don't care how you do it, but can you do accounting?"

Old Song immediately said, "Yes, I've been doing accounts for more than ten years; I can use two abacuses with both hands."

Li Ye nodded, "Alright, the accounts must be clear; you weigh for yourself what you should take and what you shouldn't?"

Old Song smiled and said, "I understand the rules; if you break the rules, you'll have to face the consequences. But I brought two people with me; how do you plan to arrange them?"

"The three of you have a total basic salary of 500; I don't care how you divide it," Li Ye said, "In addition, I will check the accounts once a quarter. If you do well, the bonus won't be missing, starting at 1,000; if you don't do well... you can forget about it."

Old Song was beaming with joy, "That's reasonable, that's reasonable; wages are wages, rewards are rewards. The scholar is truly righteous."

"That's it for today then!"

Li Ye stood up and said to Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng and Hao Jian, "You guys handle what I said as soon as possible; phones, cars, and houses must be handled urgently. If there's anything else, come to school to find me."

Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng and Hao Jian hurriedly agreed, especially Hao Jian.

Just now, Hao Jian raised his own difficulties, which was considered the most important topic of this shareholders' meeting.

The affiliation procedures that Guo Donglun handled for Hao Jian were for the Seventh Branch Factory under the Pengcheng Clothing Company, but he only solved the official seal procedures, material plans, and land approval for Hao Jian.

The official seal procedures are just shell procedures, and at this time, nobody wanted land in Pengcheng. What Hao Jian actually lacked most were workers, but nobody cared about that.

Hao Jian hadn't even recruited workers yet!

Even if he recruited workers, training was a trouble; people usually have the old lead the new, batch by batch, but Hao Jian's factory didn't have any old workers. Who would lead the new workers?

Everything is difficult at the beginning; Hao Jian only now realized the difficulty of being an enterprise leader.

Raw materials within the plan were sent to the factory without stopping, and funds were flowing out without stopping. Even if Hao Jian had three heads and six arms, he could only produce some samples first; normal production couldn't be played at all.

But Li Ye just changed his thinking, and he felt it was quite feasible.

Old Song sent Li Ye out like a lackey, turned around and proudly came back to find Tan Min and Wei Jiaxian, and then told them their salary and benefits.

Wei Jiaxian gets 200 a month, and Tan Min gets 100 a month.

With this salary level, let alone the whole Qingshui County, you couldn't find a few; even if you went to the provincial capital, it wouldn't be low.

"Let me tell you, what we are doing in the future is a big business; cars, phones, all equipped."

"Why am I 100?"

"What?"

The triumphant Old Song looked at Tan Min, not understanding why this little brat suddenly had red eyes.

Tan Min grabbed Old Song's collar and said angrily, "You two bad things get 200 a month, why do I get 100 a month? Is there any justice? I'm even a Party member..."

"Damn it~, you little brat, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Old Song is a team leader anyway; how could he let his subordinate show off?

So the old guy kicked Tan Min, not expecting that Tan Min had just come down from the battlefield and wasn't generally weak either. As a result, the two of them started fighting, pulling and tugging, and for a while, they were inseparable.

The reticent Wei Jiaxian said faintly, "I'll give you my 200; you help your sister save it."

Tan Min immediately let go of Old Song and said angrily to Wei Jiaxian, "I'll leave you 20 for pocket money, but if you dare to learn bad things from this old thing, don't blame me for being impolite. Drinking flower wine, bah."

Rich men go bad; this was what Tan Min's sister had warned him about.

Eight o'clock in the morning, Yuejin Clothing Factory.

Factory Director Wang Dali held a teacup and stood in front of the office window looking out.

Outside the window was the only main gate of the clothing factory; no matter which worker was late or left early, it couldn't escape his eyes.

Within half an hour, Wang Dali's footsteps didn't move, only the water in the teacup was drunk clean.

"Thirty-seven, it was still twenty-one last week... I have to think of a way!"

Wang Dali sat back at his desk, his face full of sorrow.

Yuejin Clothing Factory, it sounds very atmospheric, but it was actually a neighborhood factory launched during a special period, composed of family members of neighborhood staff and working women, and later absorbed some unemployed youth from society, becoming a small collective enterprise.

After Wang Dali entered the factory, Yuejin Clothing Factory was also prosperous for a while, but with the development of the times, there were more and more staff in the unit, but the production plan was getting less and less.

With this ebb and flow, the efficiency of the clothing factory naturally didn't work; not only did the wages not rise for many years, but the reimbursement of medical expenses for staff also had problems, all relying on loans to support life.

Originally! The factory was collective, and the loans were also collective; robbing Peter to pay Paul, Wang Dali, this factory director, could also handle the situation.

But since the New Year this year, the loans couldn't be approved, and Yuejin Clothing Factory suddenly fell into difficulty.

Wang Dali searched all his connections, asking for plans and funds from above, but he wasn't the only factory having a hard time now; nobody was full,

Compared to arms and legs, there were many who were much stronger than Wang Dali; people with big mouths ate more and occupied more. For a small factory of one or two hundred people like Yuejin Clothing Factory, who cares about their life or death?

Helplessly, Wang Dali began to sell his family assets; today clearing inventory, tomorrow selling scrap, lingering on for one day at a time.

But once the situation is not good, workers are not easy to manage; those asking for leave, absenteeism, and slacking off are becoming more and more rampant.

Anyway, the factory is under-operating; is everyone coming over to sit in rows and listen to you, Factory Director Wang, chanting scriptures with empty teeth?

In just half a year, the atmosphere of Yuejin Clothing Factory became so bad that Wang Dali couldn't sleep.

Although the factory going under has nothing to do with Wang Dali, at worst, he'll just study and study and change places to sit; no matter how difficult it is, it won't be difficult for his level.

But Yuejin Clothing Factory carried Wang Dali's decades of hard work; he was truly heartbroken!

"Ring ring ring~"

The phone rang, and Wang Dali picked it up to listen; it was from the guard.

"Factory Director, Factory Director, a few southerners came to the gate, saying they want to talk to us about some business. Should we let them in?"

"Talk business?" Wang Dali frowned and said, "They aren't scammers, right? What business does our factory have to talk about?"

"Cough, cough," the person on the phone lowered his voice and said, "Factory Director, that person doesn't look simple, and he came with money. I saw it when he took out a cigarette just now; there were several stacks of money in his bag."

"Let them in immediately; also, go call Director Yang. He hasn't come to work today yet!"

"Eh, I'll go right away."

The guard at the entrance guard room put down the phone, put away two boxes of cigarettes with foreign characters, and said to Hao Jian and the others outside, "Go in! The factory director's office is on the second floor of that small building."

Only then did Hao Jian lead Zhou Lijuan and Ma Qianshan into the clothing factory.

"Brother Hao, is the style of people in the capital all this big? A guard stopped us for a long time, and we are here to give them money!"

Ma Qianshan expressed his displeasure while shaking his shoulders; he still couldn't get used to wearing a suit, and his arms were uncomfortably awkward.

Hao Jian also said displeasedly, "How many times have I told you, you can call me brother at home, but you have to call me Factory Director when you come out. If you can't remember, I'll send you back to Qingshui County?"

"I... alright!"

Zhou Lijuan followed behind the two, shaking her head, feeling that their group really looked like those scammers.

Wang Dali went downstairs to greet them personally, welcomed Hao Jian and the others upstairs, sat down, and began to chat enthusiastically, trying to find out the other party's background.

After a while, Wang Dali was a bit suspicious; this Factory Director Hao didn't sound like a Yangcheng person by his accent. Although he said he was transferred from Dongshan, he always felt something was wrong.

On the contrary, that Accountant Zhou looked like the real deal.

In the past few years, when Wang Dali went to ask for funds from above, he basically dealt with this kind of person; that smell was too familiar.

"This Factory Director Hao, you just said you wanted to talk to our factory about business. I don't know what specific business it is?"

Hao Jian smiled and said, "Our factory has recently developed sales business in the north, and the prospects are good. Yangcheng is really too far away, so we thought about finding a few brother units nearby for outsourcing processing."

"Outsourcing processing? We have indeed done that." Wang Dali hesitated a bit.

Yuejin Clothing Factory had indeed had similar cooperation with several familiar small collectives before, but that was all coordinated by those above; he hadn't done anything outside the plan.

If something goes wrong, he has to take responsibility.

"Factory Director Wang, first look at our product requirements, then look at the quotation table. If it's suitable, we'll talk again. We still have to go to Chunhua Clothing Factory to take a look."

Ma Qianshan immediately took out a few samples, and Zhou Lijuan also handed over a processing price list.

"Chunhua Clothing Factory? What are you going there for?"

Wang Dali was startled and couldn't help but lose his composure.

He was very familiar with Chunhua Clothing Factory; its situation was even worse than Yuejin Clothing Factory.

That old woman, Factory Director Zheng Comrade Xiao Li, has green eyes now; as long as it's money, she dares to hug it into her arms. If Hao Jian really goes there, will there still be a share for him, Wang Dali?

Looking at the stylish clothing samples and the price list that looked pretty good, Wang Dali was truly tempted.

An hour later, Wang Dali collected a deposit of 1,000 yuan from Hao Jian and, together with Workshop Director Old Yang who had just arrived, signed a contract for processing with supplied materials.

Zhou Lijuan silently watched Hao Jian's operation, feeling worried for this Factory Director Wang.

Because she knew Hao Jian's intention very well; it wasn't "borrowing a chicken to lay eggs," but he even had his eyes on the hen that lays the eggs.

Hao Jian had already instructed Ma Qianshan that when he stays in the clothing factory to be responsible for outsourcing processing, he must pay attention to those technical backbones who are in their prime and "frustrated," as long as they are willing to go to Pengcheng, the salary starts at three times.

A small collective factory that is half-dead, once it loses its technical backbones, sigh...

Who let the small factory not be able to keep people?

However, Zhou Lijuan didn't quite understand why that young man's appetite was so big?

Through a person named Old Qiu, Hao Jian obtained a list of small collective enterprises from the relevant departments; it wasn't just Chunhua Clothing Factory, he was going to the other clothing factories too.

Also, why is he keen on running real industries?

Isn't outsourcing processing like this good?

No need to build factory buildings, no need to manage workers, the profit is not low at all, and according to Li Ye's requirements, taxes are paid in full, making enough contributions, so who can say anything?

Why look for trouble?

Really don't understand.

"Factory Director Hao, you should stay at the guesthouse near us! I'll arrange it..."

"No, no, no, we'd better stay in the city; there's still a connection that needs to be moved tonight..."

Wang Dali entertained Hao Jian well and then urged Hao Jian to send the raw materials over quickly.

As long as the factory starts operating, the enthusiasm of the workers will inevitably come up, and it will be easier for him, the factory director, to work.

Hao Jian agreed readily; in fact, he was even more anxious than Wang Dali.

So Wang Dali had no choice but to arrange for the factory's car to send Hao Jian and the others.

In the car, Hao Jian used two packs of cigarettes to get more details about Yuejin Clothing Factory from the driver's mouth.

"Eh, Master, are you selling this car?"

"Why not sell? As long as you give enough money, the factory director will even sell his younger sister."

"..."

(End of chapter)