Chapter 11

In the morning, at the bank entrance, Representative Wang stopped the car and let the excited Zhang Wen get off to get the money.

After Zhang Wen went in, Representative Wang lit a cigarette and watched the direction Zhang Wen left silently.

Although he didn't say it, Representative Wang still admired someone like Zhang Wen extremely.

After all, he was only twenty-one years old, and he took over such a big factory, with the burden of thousands of people's livelihood and the survival of a factory for decades pressing on him.

Just thinking about it, one could feel the pressure.

At least Representative Wang felt he didn't have this kind of character back then.

The key is that in such a short time, he actually found a way to solve it.

It's truly incredible.

After a few cigarettes burned out.

He saw Zhang Wen coming out sneakily.

"Representative Wang, is this car of yours okay?"

Representative Wang looked at Zhang Wen in surprise.

Then he thought of the current situation.

"Don't worry, this is a white-plated military car."

"There won't be anyone who doesn't have eyes."

Representative Wang said confidently; he didn't tell Zhang Wen that he had two gun licenses and two guns on him.

"Then I'm relieved, you drive the car into the bank's courtyard."

Zhang Wen relaxed visibly.

He let Representative Wang park the car in the courtyard to load the money.

After Representative Wang parked the car, he saw a group of bank security guards and bank staff looking like they were facing a great enemy.

"Good fellow, how much money did you take?"

Representative Wang joked.

Zhang Wen said relaxedly: "A full ten million."

"So much?"

Representative Wang said unexpectedly.

"And I'm even afraid it's not enough."

Zhang Wen scratched his head.

"After all, this is the wages I owed to a full three thousand workers."

"That's not right either."

Representative Wang felt something was wrong as soon as he heard it; the monthly salary of workers now was actually only 700 to 800 yuan.

Where would they need so much.

"They didn't give up when the factory was so difficult."

"I should also give them some feedback."

"Let's just pay them an extra month's wages."

Zhang Wen looked at the money in front of him and said without hesitation.

"I didn't expect you to be quite righteous."

Representative Wang said unexpectedly.

"Of course." After Zhang Wen finished speaking, he moved bags of money onto the car.

There were not only Representative Wang's military cars at the scene, but also several bank cash transport vehicles.

To tell the truth, when Zhang Wen saw what ten million looked like at the time, Zhang Wen stayed on the spot directly.

It took a while before he came back to his senses.

Then, Zhang Wen called the police bureau chief from before again, asking him to send some people to assist.

After waiting for a long time, the people in the bank finally loaded the ten million.

The police also came.

On the way, Representative Wang looked at Zhang Wen: "As far as I know, banks seem to require appointments for large cash withdrawals."

"How did you convince them?"

Zhang Wen stretched: "Simple, I let them see who transferred the money to me, and what unit."

"You, you are quite good at climbing the pole."

Representative Wang joked.

"Hahaha, fox borrowing the tiger's power, right."

"Are the police the same?" Representative Wang continued to ask.

"Right, I'm afraid something will happen, with them suppressing it, I'm much more relieved."

Zhang Wen said.

After a while, Zhang Wen's group finally arrived at the gate of Qingtian Equipment Manufacturing Factory.

Looking at the sign that was hung up again, Zhang Wen secretly swore in his heart that he must make this sign a monument that could not be shaken in the hearts of the people of the world.

The one replacing Uncle Tang at the gate was Xiao Chen, from the security team.

As soon as he saw so many cars, he immediately became nervous and tremblingly picked up a stick.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Wen rolled down the car window.

"Xiao Chen, it's me, hurry up and go to the broadcast room, let everyone gather in the factory hall at lunch time."

"Yes!" Xiao Chen agreed and ran to the broadcast room.

"Hello hello hello! Factory Director notification! Factory Director notification! Everyone, remember everyone! Gather in the factory hall at lunch time!"

Afterwards, this broadcast was played three times in a row.

The workers working looked at each other.

"What's wrong?"

"It wouldn't be that the factory is going to scatter, right."

"I heard long ago that the factory wasn't doing well."

"Sigh, it's really a pity, I've stayed in this factory for more than ten years, if it scatters, what should I do."

Everyone kept wailing.

They went to the hall with the mentality of visiting a grave.

They only saw police outside the factory hall, guarding with guns.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"What's going on! What did the Factory Director commit!"

Everyone entered the hall slowly with doubts.

After entering, they saw many bank staff, and Chen Chuang who was counting money until his hands cramped.

"What does this mean?"

At this time, Zhang Wen stood in front of the stage and said to the loudspeaker: "Find a place to sit!"

"Don't make noise, when your name is called, come over one by one!"

Everyone finally knew what the situation was now.

This was to pay wages!

After Zhang Wen said this, everyone was silent.

Afterwards, a burst of warm cheers broke out.

Old Chen in the workshop wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his rough hands; this period of time was too hard to bear, he sighed and said: "Finally waited for this day, I thought the factory was going to be gone!"

Cheng Qian looked at Zhang Wen and Chen Chuang on the stage in disbelief. He couldn't help but cry.

During this period of time, he had borrowed a lot of money to save his child's life, and now he could finally pay it back, and could completely cure his child's illness.

"Alright, alright! I know everyone is excited!"

"But listen to me first!"

"Our factory has received a big order!"

"They have already transferred the advance payment, this is a military project, our soldiers are waiting to use it!"

"Everyone work together, work overtime to make it, alright!"

"This period of time has also been hard on everyone! Being able to accompany me, Zhang Wen, for such a long time."

"So, I decided, everyone gets an extra month's wages!"

As soon as Zhang Wen finished speaking, everyone was silent for a moment.

Afterwards, it was a burst of applause and cheers like a mountain and sea.

"Long live the Factory Director!"

Afterwards, Zhang Wen signaled that they could start distributing.

"Cheng Qian, wages 800 yuan, four months 3200 yuan!"

Cheng Qian stepped forward excitedly, looked at the red money, carefully took it with his sweaty palms, and put it into his wallet one by one.

The child is saved, this was the only thought in his heart.

In a hurry, he knelt down to Zhang Wen directly.

Zhang Wen hurriedly helped him up.

Cheng Qian kept thanking Zhang Wen; during this period of time, in order to raise money, he had suffered enough from the cold eyes of relatives and friends.

"Alright, alright, don't be excited."

"Tomorrow I will send someone to see the child, you go back and take care of the child first."

Zhang Wen said to the excited Chen Chuang.

Afterwards, he helped him down.

"Chen Shifu!"

"Chen Chuang!"

In the evening, Zhang Wen, Chen Chuang, and Chen Shifu finally fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

"I was exhausted today."

"I finally know what it means to count money until your hands cramp."

Chen Chuang lay on the floor, panting and saying.

"Hahaha, you wanted to, but was there money for you to count in the past few months?"

Chen Shifu said impolitely.

"It's still the Factory Director who is capable, hard-won a project."

"Factory Director, haven't asked yet, what project is it."

Chen Shifu complained about Chen Chuang and said to Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen sat upright: "It's a big project, a super big project!"

"Missile boat."

"Missile boat? What is that?"

Chen Shifu had never heard of what this was; he knew what a boat was, which meant the displacement of this ship wouldn't be very high.

But loading missiles on a boat? Can it work?

"Remember the Flying Eagle?"

"The hull design is about the same as that."

"The blueprints are in my office."

Zhang Wen replied.

"Is it strong!"

Chen Chuang suddenly asked.

After all, he was from a military industrial factory, so he valued these things very much.

"Then it's one word."

"What?"

Zhang Wen gave a thumbs up.

"Strong!"