Chapter 417: Have you forgotten what our foundation is?

After the office door was pushed open, Wang Qinshan only managed to be angry for half a sentence before he started breaking out in a cold sweat.

Because the person who entered was someone Wang Qinshan usually had to greet with a fawning smile, and also the person he least wanted to see these days.

"Old Wang, you've got quite a temper!"

Factory Manager Wang's heart skipped a beat, and a fine layer of cold sweat quietly crept onto his forehead.

Looking at the other party's expression, it was as cold as frost in the dead of winter, and the words spoken were even colder—a stark contrast to the amiable and generous image from the past.

Something is going to go wrong today!

After entering the room, the visitor didn't waste any words; he sat down on the sofa himself and then coldly began to interrogate Wang Qinshan.

"What you guaranteed me at the time was that profits would exceed 50% in two months, exceed 100% in three months, and the bank loan would be paid off in three years."

"But it hasn't even been three months, and you can't even pay wages. Are you going to come to me again next month to coordinate funds to help your Changbei pay wages?"

"What method did you use to take a thriving, profitable enterprise and drag it back to where it was two years ago in just three months?"

"There isn't, it hasn't gone back... Leader, we aren't unable to pay wages; it's just that the factory has important production tasks recently, so we are tightening the belt on the workers first, and once the products are shipped out..."

Wang Qinshan stood in the office, explaining in a low voice, but the other party clearly had no time to listen to his excuses.

"When I helped you shoulder the protests from the Hong Kong investors, it wasn't so you could 'tighten the belt' on the workers. On the contrary, you said you would definitely let the workers live a good life, significantly increase their wages and benefits, and prove that our own path is better to walk than the other one."

Factory Manager Wang listened silently to the other party's lecture. His heart was full of bitterness, frustration, and unwillingness, but there was no shame.

Because he truly believed that by relying on themselves, they could make the Changbei Machinery Factory prosperous again.

The factory was still the same factory, the workers were still the same workers, and even the products being produced were still being sold to those same garment factories and bedding factories in the interior.

Why did they have to share half the profits with outsiders and let others lead them by the nose?

Actually, if Li Ye were on the scene, he would be able to understand Factory Manager Wang's mood.

After all, "crossing the river by feeling the stones" requires a process. Not to mention the early 1980s, an era of constant contention, even by the 1990s, there were still many people like Factory Manager Wang.

They worshiped the glories of the past and were neither accustomed to nor trusting of sudden changes and violent impacts.

I remember that in a certain year, there was a place called "a certain village" that once became a sacred symbol in the hearts of people like Factory Manager Wang.

They strictly implemented collective rationing, every villager's family had a small western-style house, and tuition, medical expenses, and all kinds of living expenses were free. They entered a moderately prosperous society ahead of time.

Villages like this were not just one or two that emerged in the mainland.

A certain elder of Li Ye's once used this example to wantonly criticize all kinds of changes toward private ownership, calling it exploitation, and saying that if we had followed the original path, we would have long since lived in small western-style houses and driven small cars.

He did not know that a certain village had more than twenty thousand temporary workers who had no small western-style houses to live in, nor did they have any free benefits; the surplus value they created supported the small western-style houses and the free benefits.

This is actually the same as some developed countries; their high welfare also comes from the technological plunder of other certain regions and groups.

And Factory Manager Wang still does not understand that the reason why Changbei Machinery Factory was able to turn losses into profits is not only because Hong Kong capital provided funds, but also because, just like taking away the surplus value of temporary workers, they took away the mechanical technology, management concepts, and other values provided by the Hong Kong capital that were "there for the taking."

Factory Manager Wang still believes that without the funds from Hong Kong capital, as long as there are bank loans, he can save the factory just the same.

"Our factory is different now from two years ago. Our warehouse is piled full of new products, and there are also many raw materials that are hard currency that can be exchanged for money at any time. We only need a little working capital; could you see if you can discuss it with the bank?"

"You still want a loan? Heh, don't you know that your Changbei currently owes the bank several loans? You haven't paid this month's interest; did you forget?"

When the Hong Kong capital first cooperated with Changbei Machinery Factory, there was an agreement regarding the previous bank debts, only assuming a portion, while the rest was to be digested by Factory Manager Wang's side.

However, Changbei's loans have been piled on top of loans for more than ten years, so paying them back certainly isn't that smooth. In these two months, Wang Qinshan has been working hard and fast, and it looks like a lot of funds suddenly became tight, to the point where even the interest cannot be paid, and he still expects to get another loan?

"Ring, ring, ring."

The phone on the table suddenly rang, saving Wang Qinshan, who was in extreme embarrassment.

Although the phone receiver was broken and in a sorry state because Wang Qinshan had just thrown it, at this moment it became a life-saving fig leaf.

Wang Qinshan hoped that this call would last a long time, preferably until the afternoon meal time, and then he could summon the spirit of someone who had vomited blood to seek a turning point.

"Hello, where are you calling from? Who are you looking for?"

"We are from Pengcheng Zhongai Machinery Company, and we are looking for Factory Manager Wang Qinshan."

"What do you want with me?"

"Hello, Factory Manager Wang. Our third batch of mechanical parts has already arrived at the port. Please remit the payable amount to our designated account according to the contract agreement. We will ship the goods immediately after receiving payment."

Wang Qinshan felt as if someone had stuffed a stinky sock into his mouth; he wanted to curse but couldn't, it was truly disgusting as hell.

Because in the past few days, he had already reported many times to Pengcheng Zhongai Machinery Company that an industrial sewing machine with better performance and a lower price had appeared on the market, causing his Changbei-brand sewing machines to not sell.

But Zhongai Machinery Company did not give any reply, and instead continued to demand that he fulfill the contract and buy the remaining core accessories.

If there were no one else in the office, Wang Qinshan would definitely curse until the sky fell and the earth cracked, and he would have to use his soaring, indignant resentment to force the other party to be ashamed of themselves.

But there is someone sitting on the side right now! What are you going to curse?

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