After listening, Wang Shouren didn't say anything more.

From then on, whenever Xu Jiaguo pointed out a problem, Wang Shouren would fix it.

Problems, big and small, started in 1981 and continued to be investigated until 1983. In just two years, the factory underwent dozens of rectifications.

When Xu Jiaguo stormed into the factory director's office in a rage.

Qin Jingru and Xu Weiwei were packing their last belongings, preparing to leave the factory.

"What do you mean? Who gave you permission to take things from the factory and leave!" Xu Jiaguo roared.

Qin Jingru didn't get angry, but looked at him with a half-smile: "Director Xu, have you forgotten that in June 1981, you told Director Wang that the secretariat's salary was too high and that it was not allowed to set up any secretariat, and that he should handle it himself? Later, he directly used his own private dividends to pay us. The contract we signed with him had nothing to do with Dayun Motorcycle Factory."

"Oh, right, it can't be called Dayun Motorcycle Factory anymore; it's just a motorcycle factory."

"What's with all those devices outside?!"

Xu Jiaguo didn't care at all about the departure of the few people.

"What happened? You really have a bad memory. In 1982, you told our factory's research institute that the expenses were too high and issued an order that it was not allowed to continue operating. If you wanted to continue operating, you had to find a way yourself. Later, you also took away those equipment. Have you forgotten? All the equipment that followed was added by Director Wang himself, and it had nothing to do with the motorcycle factory."

At this point, Qin Jingru's tone turned cold: "You surnamed Xu, I want to see if you really have that much ability."

After saying that, he turned to Xu Weiwei and said, "Let's go."

Xu Weiwei glanced coldly at Xu Jiaguo and walked away without looking back.

Xu Jiaguo was stunned for a moment, then quickly went to call for help.

However, only a few people came. He then realized that almost all the management had left, leaving only a handful of people. He immediately panicked.

In the past, he often went on business trips with Wang Shouren, and he knew that the end of the year was the busiest time for a factory. With so few people left, how could he manage?

He quickly asked, "What were the arrangements for the end of the year in previous years?"

“N*2,” an employee replied. “And, some more supplies will be given away as a gift…”

"What does N*2 mean?" Xu Jiaguo asked hurriedly.

"It means that you get a monthly salary equal to twice the number of years you've been here. For example, if you've been here for one year, you get two months' salary as a year-end bonus, and if you've been here for two years, you get two months' salary. Also, the salaries in the R&D department seem to be a bit different from ours."

Those who remained weren't entirely clear either; their understanding was vague and unclear, giving Xu Jiaguo a headache.

At this moment, Section Chief Zhang knocked on the door again, walked in, and asked, "Director Xu, should we let those vehicles leave?"

"Check if it's from the factory. If it's not, let them leave. The lab isn't from the factory." Xu Jiaguo was completely numb. He couldn't believe Wang Shouren was so ruthless, cutting off his lifeline. He gritted his teeth. No matter what, he had to get through this. Otherwise, what would become of the factory?

What he didn't know was that Wang Shouren was actually being conservative.

He was left with a team, and if he puts in the effort, the factory can still be kept afloat.

If Wang Shouren were truly ruthless, he could simply transfer all the contract workers away, and the factory manager wouldn't be able to say a word. After all, he, Director Wang, still held considerable prestige among these workers.

Xu Jiaguo remained in the factory, overwhelmed with worry.

Wang Shouren has already taken Wang Kaifang and his wife to Beijing.

In those days, Beijing was not much different from Tianjin. The real difference began after the 1990s. However, the couple couldn't help but sigh when they saw Wang Shouren's three-courtyard house.

“Normally, we don’t live here. Our two kids are at school and only come back during holidays. We have a small courtyard where we live, and there are quite a few neighbors there, which is quite interesting.” Wang Shouren smiled and said to the couple, “The guest rooms are all ready. Let’s put our luggage down for a bit, and I’ll take you out for a nice meal later.”

"Alright, I won't stand on ceremony with you then."

"No need to be so polite. Speaking of which, Fatty, it's been quite a while since you've been to Beijing, hasn't it?"

"It's been quite a few years," Wang Kaifang remarked with some emotion.

"Let's go, let's put our things away and have a good drink together."

They're having a pleasant meal and drinks here.

Xu Jiaguo, on the other hand, worked at the factory until late at night before dragging his tired body home.

He cursed Wang Shouren in his heart over and over again. He knew the motorcycle factory had good benefits, but he never imagined they were this good. Just organizing the things to prepare for the New Year took him a long time. Thinking about the year-end bonus payout, his heart clenched. Some of the workers here earned more than him.

However, he wasn't a complete fool; he knew what the consequences would be if he cut people's wages as soon as he took office.

He pushed open his front door, turned on the light, and saw a figure sitting in the middle of the living room, which startled him.

After getting a good look at the person, she couldn't help but curse, "Yunmeng, what the hell are you doing! What are you doing here so late at night instead of sleeping?!"

Yunmeng looked at him coldly. She couldn't remember when her nickname had changed from the gentle and tender "Meng'er" to the icy "Yunmeng." She felt very unfamiliar with him. The man in front of her was terrifyingly unfamiliar. In just a few years, she felt so old that it made her heart race.

She looked coldly at Xu Jiaguo: "Xu Jiaguo, let's get a divorce."

"Huh?" Xu Jiaguo was stunned for a moment, then burst into a tirade: "You son of a bitch..."

He raised his hand, but Yunmeng's next words immediately made him stop.

"Either you kill me today, or I'll go to your workplace tomorrow and tell your boss about that woman at No. XX, XX Alley."

Xu Jiaguo couldn't help but shudder, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

After so many years of marriage, Yunmeng instantly understood the meaning in his eyes.

Her expression was filled with sorrow: "If you kill me, Xu Weiwei will avenge me."

"You even told that bitch?!" Xu Jiaguo's voice changed, becoming extremely shrill: "You slut! You!"

"Divorce." Yun Meng looked coldly at Xu Jiaguo. "The child will stay with me. I don't need your money."