Fu Song was a little confused. The other party's last sentence was strange and abrupt, and he was completely confused.

At this time, Gao Qiang came out from the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory. The two exchanged a few words, and Fu Song asked the doubts in his heart.

Gao Qiang smiled slightly: "You will know in a while."

The two entered the refill manufacturing workshop, which was similar to the outside of the Morning Star Refill Factory, both old and dilapidated.

But Fu Song's attention was no longer on this, but on the workers working in the workshop.

There were twenty or thirty workers, of different ages, the oldest in his fifties or sixties, the youngest just turned eighteen.

These workers have one thing in common: they are all disabled.

Fu Song finally understood what the gatekeeper said, because these people only looked disabled but were extremely efficient in their work.

For example, if someone is in charge of assembly, both of his hands will leave afterimages when he moves.

Bang bang bang!

Gao Qiang clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have good news for you. From today on, your boss will be replaced by Mr. Fu.

Compared to a poor guy like me, Mr. Fu is definitely a wealthy man.

With his leadership, your wages will never be delayed again.

Are you happy? Why are you still standing there? Come on, clap your hands! "

However, no one moved below. They kept looking at Gao Qiang and Fu Song's faces, obviously unable to accept this fact for a while.

Finally, someone said, "Boss Gao, you want to sell Morning Star? Can you please not sell it?"

It doesn’t matter if I don’t get paid, I still have some savings, enough to live on for a long time.”

Another person also said: "Yes, I am the only one left in my family now. As long as you provide food, I will work for you."

“…”

Everyone spoke one after another, with a sincere and earnest tone.

The meaning is similar, both do not want Gao Qiang to leave.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly sad, Fu Song hurriedly said, "Everyone, please be patient. The Morning Star Pen Refill Factory has not changed its owner. Gao Qiang is still your factory director.

As for me, I'm just an investor.

Do you know what investors do?

It's very simple, it costs money.

The gate of Morning Star Pen Refill Factory is too broken. I will pay for you to replace it with a new one.

The equipment at the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory is too poor, and I will pay for you to replace it with a new one.

Your working environment is too gloomy, I will also pay to help you improve it.

Gao Qiang is in financial difficulty and is unable to pay you wages, so I will pay you for it.

So I think there's no need for you to be sad?

Because I don’t want much, just the title of boss, that’s all.”

After Fu Song finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene finally eased a lot.

"Boss Gao, is what Boss Fu said true?"

Gao Qiang nodded: "Of course it's true. If you don't believe him, don't you believe me?"

The man turned to look at Fu Song: "Boss Fu, I believe what Boss Gao said, but I have another question for you."

Fu Song: "Just ask."

"Will all the money earned by the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory go into your pocket in the future?"

The atmosphere became solemn again because Fu Song nodded.

"Yes, from now on, I will own the majority of all the profits from the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory.

But the question is, can the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory make money?

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the workers suddenly became strange.

It seems that what Boss Fu said is right!

They have been working here for such a long time that they are very familiar with the operating conditions of the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory.

So Fu Song bought the pen refill factory not to make money, but to invest money in it.

Almost in an instant, they put aside their grudges.

Fu Song continued, "Okay, everyone continue to do your own things and just treat it as the same as before.

In addition, your previously overdue wages will be paid before 5:00 p.m. today.

If anyone doesn’t receive it or has any questions, they can directly contact the financial advisor.”

Leaving the workshop, Gao Qiang felt a little embarrassed: "I forgot to tell you about the Morning Star workers, so..."

He began to narrate what had happened.

Gao Qiang did not intend to hire disabled people as workers at the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory.

Instead, he founded the Morning Star Pen Refill Factory after retiring from the army, and the first batch of workers were comrades he met in the army.

Among these comrades, half have physical defects and it is difficult for them to find suitable jobs in society.

Although everyone is constantly advocating equality for all and calling for care for the disabled community, they should not be viewed with discrimination.

But non-discrimination is just non-discrimination. There are not many people who are willing to really get close to them.

Especially for employers, the first requirement in their recruitment resumes is often "good-looking and in good health."

And there is no way to blame.

After all, employers are not charities. Under the premise of spending the same amount of money, even if the job applicants are healthy, they still have to choose the best. How can they consider the disabled group who "may" affect their work?

Gao Qiang sighed: "It was through those two physically disabled comrades that I realized the difficulties faced by this vulnerable group.

In addition, the assembly of pen refills does not require high appearance, so they are treated equally.

Unfortunately, my ability is limited and I cannot provide them with a better life."

Fu Song suddenly asked, "Aren't you worried that I will discriminate against them like those bosses in society and get rid of them all?"

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Of course I was worried before, but when I learned that you asked Jiao Yucheng to be in charge of the Medicine God Fund, I knew you would never do that."

Fu Song: “?”

Did this guy see through himself?

Shaking his head, Fu Song discarded his messy thoughts and turned his attention to the research and development of nib steel.