And at this time.

Zuo Yan rushed into the factory to find Kui Datou.

At this moment, Kui Datou was smoking in his office. He had heard that his older brother had returned last night, which had put him at ease. His brother had been missing for a whole year. Although his sister-in-law was capable, she always felt uneasy without him, constantly afraid that she might make a mistake someday. Now that his brother was back, the factory was fine.

He, the workshop director, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Come in! Which brat are you in such a hurry? You'll be responsible if you break the door!" Kui Datou was in a good mood and immediately started cursing.

To be honest, he's really riding high right now. He married a country girl and they had three big, healthy boys. His mother doesn't scold him anymore; she's just doting on her three chubby sons all day. That country wife is really something; she's a real go-getter. As for his mother-in-law complaining about how much he eats, it's no big deal. Kui Datou says, "Eat whatever you want. As long as you can eat it, I, Kui, won't mind."

"Big Head Bro, something bad has happened! Something bad has happened!" Zuo Yan rushed in in a panic.

"What's the panic? Do you know how much our factory's annual sales are? What's wrong with that? Besides, our eldest brother is back, what could be wrong with that?"

"No, that's not it! Big Head, the Thousand Gates have their eyes on our factory!"

"What the heck?"

"The Thousand Gates!"

"The Upper Eight Generals or the Lower Eight Generals?" Kui Datou asked, his eyes wide.

The Eight Generals of the Thousand Gates were also divided into ranks, namely the "Upper Eight Generals" and the "Lower Eight Generals".

The rules for the Eight Generals are very strict. The Eight Generals are Zheng, Ti, Fan, Tuo, Feng, Huo, Chu, and Yao, and are collectively known as the Eight Generals of the Thousand Gates.

The "Zhengjiang" (正将) is the person who initiates the project, sets the direction, and uses both their brain and their mouth; they are essentially the chairman of the board of directors of the company.

Ti Jiang: Tang Bian He, the person next to the gambling den who is responsible for persuading people to join the game, is like a sales director.

"Reverse tactics" refers to using sarcastic or obscene language to entice others into a situation; it can also be considered a form of online manipulation.

"Escape agent": Once the deception is exposed, help the person escape.

Feng Jiang: Gathering intelligence, gathering information, and keeping watch outside the door; essentially an investigator.

Fire General: Responsible for resolving issues by force, i.e., henchmen and assassins.

Aside from the fact that the department is responsible for resolving obstacles, clearing up disputes, and calming down turmoil, it can be considered a public relations department.

Rumor master: Spreading rumors not only lures victims into believing the lies and getting involved, but also diverts attention and facilitates a smooth transition.

The so-called "Lower Eight Generals" are the lowest and most despised among con artists. Originally, there were only "eight generals" of con artists, who relied solely on their superior con artistry to deceive others. However, some unskilled individuals, focused solely on swindling money, disregarded everything else. They even resorted to violence when they failed. People in the underworld called these unorthodox con artists the "Lower Eight Generals."

Simply put, the "Upper Eight Generals" have a lineage and require considerable skill, while the "Lower Eight Generals" are also considered insiders, but they don't have that level of skill. If it's just the "Lower Eight Generals," setting up a strategy isn't a big problem, but if it's the "Upper Eight Generals," then it's not such a simple matter.

That would be quite tricky.

The "Eight Generals" were not just people who fooled their subordinates; the more capable ones even dared to directly threaten people in the factory, especially the factory manager. If the manager tried to stop them, he might even be threatened himself.

"Liu Zi told me that, I heard, quite a few people have already been taken there by them, and they're in that small market next door."

"Is this a scheme targeting the year-end bonus, a ruthless move?" Kui Datou frowned. "Then it must be one of the 'Upper Eight Generals.' The 'Lower Eight Generals' don't have this kind of method. No way, I have to talk to the factory manager."

Just as Kui Datou was about to go find Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren had just left the market when he was met by a group of people. He looked at his watch and thought, "Good heavens, it's only a little past 8 o'clock, and Mayor Dongfang has already come to the market."

Dongfang Fuxing was also taken aback when he saw Wang Shouren.

He was aware of the progress in Jiangxi. He knew that the project was just finishing up. He thought Wang Shouren would be there to wrap things up and make a good impression, but he never expected that he would actually appear here.

Behind Dongfang Fuxing followed a group of people, who appeared to be there for an inspection.

"Shouren, you're back!" Dongfang Fuxing stepped forward and shook Wang Shouren's hand, his eyes filled with tender affection. The group of leaders behind him looked at Wang Shouren like wolves eyeing lambs, as if they wanted to devour him whole. Seriously, these days, a company with sales exceeding 100 million is like a scorpion taking a dump—a one-of-a-kind existence.

"Mayor Dongfang, you've come here to inspect things so early in the morning?" Wang Shouren shook hands with him with a smile.

"I heard you're planning to hold an annual meeting, and I was thinking I'd come and check it out. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

Good grief, they're after him?

"Welcome, of course you are welcome. We welcome all the leaders to visit and provide guidance. Haha, you have truly brought honor to our factory."

"You're joking, you're joking. Well then, I'll go take a look at the market first, and we'll have a proper chat later." Dongfang Fuxing also knew that Wang Shouren had probably not been back for very long, and this trip to the factory would also require a good talk.

"Okay, see you later!"

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they parted ways. Riding his motorcycle, he arrived at the factory gate. By then, workers were already starting to enter the factory. Their factory operated from nine in the morning to six in the afternoon. If he weren't afraid of being criticized by his superiors, Wang Shouren would have really considered implementing a two-shift system, but then he thought it unnecessary.

If he starts implementing the two-shift system now, and others follow suit, then he will really be doing something terrible.

Even overtime work is less frequent, which has led to a situation where production capacity is actually lagging behind.

Qin Jingru did ask him later if he wanted to consider working overtime.

These days, overtime isn't nonexistent. Any profitable factory will have overtime, but now it's not called overtime pay, but rather a benefit, where you'll receive some receipts or other things.

After thinking it over, Wang Shouren decided to be straightforward and not work overtime.

Even someone like me, who's in charge, doesn't work overtime. With so many orders on my plate, how dare you ordinary factory workers work overtime?

At the very least, we should make sure that future generations of workers don't have to work so hard.

"Do you think we should make them work overtime? That way they won't be able to focus on gambling..." Qin Jingru suddenly said.

Girl, you have the potential to be a capitalist; you can lie through your teeth so easily.