Chapter 133: Borrowing Chickens to Lay Eggs? No, He Even Has His Eyes on the Chickens

Jin Peng did not look for Li Dayong because Li Dayong's roommate said that he had gone to Beijing Aviation College to visit his classmates again.

Li Ye muttered in a strange voice: "He went to see his classmates again? That means he went there more than once? Why didn't I see that guy come to see me?"

Jin Peng laughed and said, "Why don't they look for you? You have that lady by your side, so why can't they find a partner?"

Li Ye immediately frowned and said, "Brother Peng, you can't joke like this!"

"Tsk~"

Jin Peng looked at Li Ye with disdain and did not expose his brother's hypocrisy.

We are all men, who doesn't know who? Thinking of his wife in his hometown, Jin Peng also missed her a lot.

Since Li Dayong is not here, this shareholders' meeting is missing one person again. Fortunately, the bear's mind is not on business, so at least his money will be enough.

Seeing Jin Peng, Hao Jian and Wang Jianqiang being called into the main room by Li Ye and closing the door for a meeting, Tan Min outside couldn't help but curl his lips.

He said to Wei Jiaxian with a sneer, "See? You, the old man who rushed here in such a hurry to seek refuge, don't even have the qualifications to attend the meeting. What do you want?"

Wei Jiaxian kept silent, but Old Song said with a sullen face, "We have just joined the group and have not done anything yet, why should we be treated like brothers by drinking blood wine?

If you want people to look at you with respect, you have to show your ability and do something. Look at that Ma Qianshan, he joined the gang earlier than me, isn't he squatting outside too?"

Ma Qianshan seemed to have heard some noise. He glanced towards Lao Song, turned his head away with disdain, and smoked leisurely.

Compare with me? I smoke Peony, what level do you hold for smoking dry tobacco?

But soon, the door of the main house opened.

"Old Song, come in for a moment."

Old Song hurried in and squatted in the corner as usual.

Li Ye said: "Come and sit down, I want to tell you something."

Old Song's heart moved and he came over and sat down quickly.

He knew in his heart that it was time to get down to business.

Li Ye said to Lao Song: "Tomorrow, ask Hao Jian to give you 50,000 yuan of capital. I don't care how you do it, but can you do the accounting?"

Old Song immediately said, "Yes, I have been doing accounting for more than ten years, and I can do two calculations with my hands."

Li Ye nodded: "Okay, the accounts must be clear, and you can decide for yourself what you should take and what you shouldn't take."

Old Song smiled and said, "I know the rules. If you break them, you will be punished. But I brought two people with me. How do you think we can arrange it?"

"You three will have a total of 500 basic salary. I don't care how you divide it," Li Ye said. "I will review the accounts once every quarter. If you do well, you will get a bonus, starting at 1,000. If you don't do well, forget it."

Old Song smiled happily: "That's reasonable, wages are wages, rewards are rewards, and the top scholar is a righteous man."

"That'll be it for today!"

Li Ye stood up and said to Jin Peng and Hao Jian, "Do as I say as soon as possible. Grab the phone, car, and house. Come back to school if you have any problems."

Jin Peng and Hao Jian quickly agreed, especially Hao Jian.

Just now, Hao Jian raised his own difficulties, which is considered the most important topic of this shareholders' meeting.

Guo Donglun handled the registration procedures for Hao Jian for the seventh branch of Pengcheng Garment Company, but he only solved the official seal procedures, material planning, and land approval for Hao Jian.

The official seal procedure is just a shell procedure, and no one wants the land in Pengcheng right now. What Hao Jian actually lacks most is workers, but no one cares.

Hao Jian hasn’t recruited any workers yet!

Even if workers are recruited, training is still a hassle. People usually train new workers in a group, with old workers training new ones. But there are no old workers in Hao Jian's factory, so who will train the new workers?

All things are difficult at the beginning. Only now did Hao Jian realize the difficulties of being a business leader.

The planned raw materials were sent to the factory non-stop, and funds were flowing out non-stop. Even if Hao Jian had three heads and six arms, he could only make some samples first, and normal production was impossible for him to start.

But Li Ye just gave him a new idea, which he thought was quite feasible.

Old Song sent Li Ye out like a lackey, then turned around and proudly came back to find Tan Min and Wei Jiaxian, and told them about their salary and benefits.

Wei Jiaxian earns two hundred yuan per month, and Tan Min earns one hundred yuan per month.

With this salary level, not to mention that there are only a few in the entire Qingshui County, even in the provincial capital it is not low.

"I'm telling you, we're going to be a big business from now on, with cars, phones, everything."

"Why me one hundred?"

"What?"

Old Song looked at Tan Min with a smug look on his face, not understanding why this kid's eyes suddenly turned red.

Tan Min grabbed Old Song by the collar and said angrily: "You two bad guys get 200 yuan a month, why do I only get 100 yuan a month? Is this fair? I am still a D member!"

"Fuck~, you bastard, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

After all, Old Song is the team leader. How could he allow his subordinates to show off?

So the old guy kicked Tan Min with his legs, but he didn't expect that Tan Min had just come back from the battlefield and was also very strong. As a result, the two of them started fighting, and it was difficult to tell who was better for a while.

The taciturn Wei Jiaxian said quietly: "I'll give you the two hundred yuan. Please save it for your sister."

Tan Min immediately let go of Old Song and angrily said to Wei Jiaxian, "I'll leave you twenty dollars, but if you dare to learn bad things from this old man, don't blame me for being rude and drinking wine. Bah, bah, bah."

Men with money tend to become bad, this is what Tan Min’s sister has told him.

. . . . . . .

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yuejin Garment Factory.

Factory director Wang Dali was standing at the office window, looking out, holding a teacup.

Outside the window is the only main gate of the garment factory. No matter which worker is late or leaves early, he will not escape his eyes.

For half an hour, Wang Dali didn't move at all, except for drinking all the water in the teacup.

"Thirty-seven. Last week it was twenty-one. We must think of a solution!"

Wang Dali sat back at his desk with a worried look on his face.

Yuejin Garment Factory sounds like a grand name, but it was actually a street factory established during a special period. It was staffed by family members of employees and working women on the street. Later, it absorbed some unemployed young people in society and became a small collective enterprise.

After Wang Dali joined the factory, Yuejin Garment Factory was prosperous for a while, but with the development of the times, the number of employees in the unit increased, but the production plans became fewer and fewer.

As a result, the garment factory's profitability naturally declined. Not only had the wages not increased for many years, but there were also problems with reimbursement of employees' medical expenses, and they had to rely entirely on loans to make ends meet.

After all! The factory is collectively owned, and the loan is also collectively owned. If you take money from one place to pay for another, Wang Dali, the factory director, can handle the situation.

But since the Chinese New Year this year, loans could not be approved, and Yuejin Garment Factory suddenly fell into trouble.

Wang Dali used all his connections to ask for plans and funds, but his factory was not the only one in trouble, and no one could make ends meet.

Compared to arms and legs, there are many who are stronger than Wang Dali. They eat more and take more. In a small factory like Yuejin Garment Factory with one or two hundred people, who cares about their life or death?

In desperation, Wang Dali began to sell off his belongings, clearing out inventory today and selling scrap tomorrow, just to survive one day at a time.

But once the situation gets bad, it becomes hard to manage the workers. The number of workers who ask for leave, are absent from work, and slack off becomes more and more rampant.

Anyway, the factory is under-utilized. Do you all want to come here and sit in a row to listen to your empty talk, Director Wang?

In just half a year, the atmosphere at Yuejin Garment Factory became so bad that Wang Dali couldn't sleep.

Although the factory went bankrupt, it had nothing to do with Wang Dali. At most he could do some research and find another job. No matter how difficult it was, it was not difficult for someone of his level.

But Yuejin Garment Factory carries Wang Dali’s decades of hard work, and he really feels distressed!

"Ring, ring, ring~"

The phone rang. Wang Dali picked it up and saw that it was the security guard calling.

"Director, Director, there are a few southerners at the door. They said they want to discuss some business with us. Do you want to let them in?"

"Talk about business?" Wang Dali frowned and said, "He's not a liar, is he? What business can we discuss?"

"Ahem," the person on the phone lowered his voice and said, "Director, that man doesn't look simple, and he came with money. I saw when he took out a cigarette just now, there were several wads of money in his bag."

"Let them in right away. Also, go call Director Yang. He hasn't come to work yet!"

"Yeah, I'll go right away."

The guard at the entrance put down the phone, put away two boxes of cigarettes with foreign characters, and said to Hao Jian and others outside: "Go in! The second floor of that small building is the factory director's office."

Only then did Hao Jian lead Zhou Lijuan and Ma Qianshan into the garment factory.

"Brother Hao, are all the people in Beijing so arrogant? A security guard stopped me for a long time, but I'm here to give them money!"

Ma Qianshan expressed his displeasure while shaking his shoulders. He was still not used to wearing a suit and his arms felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Hao Jian also said unhappily: "How many times have I told you that you can call me brother at home, but you have to call me director when you are outside. If you can't remember it, I will send you back to Qingshui County?"

"I'll do it!"

Zhou Lijuan followed the two men and shook her head as she watched. She felt that she and her group were just like those liars.

Wang Dali went downstairs in person to greet them and brought Hao Jian and the others upstairs. After they sat down, he began to greet them warmly and asked about their backgrounds.

After a while, Wang Dali was a little confused. The accent of Factory Director Hao did not sound like he was from Yangcheng. Although he was transferred from Dongshan, he felt something was wrong.

But Accountant Zhou seems to be the case.

In the past few years, when Wang Dali went to the higher-ups to ask for funding, he basically dealt with this kind of people. That smell was so damn familiar.

"Director Hao, you just said you wanted to discuss business with our factory. What exactly is that?"

Hao Jian smiled and said, "Our factory has recently started a sales business in the north, and the prospects are good. Yangcheng is really far away, so we thought of finding a few brother companies nearby to do outsourcing processing."

"Outsourcing processing? We have done it before." Wang Dali was a little hesitant.

Yuejin Garment Factory had indeed had similar cooperation with several familiar small groups in the past, but that was all coordinated by their superiors, and they had never done anything unplanned.

If something goes wrong, you will be held responsible.

"Director Wang, please take a look at our product requirements first, then the quotation sheet. If it's suitable, we can talk about it. We also need to go to Chunhua Garment Factory to take a look."

Ma Qianshan immediately took out a few samples, and Zhou Lijuan also handed over a price list for processing on behalf of others.

"Chunhua Garment Factory? What are you doing there?"

Wang Dali was shocked and somewhat impatient.

He was very familiar with Chunhua Garment Factory, which was in even worse condition than Yuejin Garment Factory.

The old woman, the factory manager Zheng Xiaoli, is so greedy now that she will take anything for money. If Hao Jian really goes, will there be any place for Wang Dali?

Looking at the clothing samples with novel designs and the price list that looked pretty good, Wang Dali was really tempted.

An hour later, Wang Dali accepted a deposit of 1,000 yuan from Hao Jian and signed a contract for processing on commission with Lao Yang, the workshop director who had just arrived.

Zhou Lijuan watched Hao Jian's operation silently and felt worried about Director Wang.

Because she knew very well what Hao Jian's intention was. It was not about "borrowing a hen to lay eggs", but he even had his eyes on the hen that laid the eggs.

Hao Jian has instructed Ma Qianshan that when he stays in the garment factory to be in charge of outsourced processing, he must pay attention to those technical backbones who are young and energetic but "frustrated". As long as they are willing to go to Pengcheng, their salary will start at three times.

A small collective factory that is half dead will be ruined if it loses its technical backbone.

Who makes it difficult for small factories to retain employees?

However, Zhou Lijuan didn’t quite understand why the young man had such a big appetite.

Through a man named Lao Qiu, Hao Jian obtained a list of small collective enterprises from the relevant department. He wanted to visit not only the Chunhua Garment Factory, but also the rest of the garment factories.

Why is he so keen on running businesses?

Isn't it better to outsource the processing like this?

There is no need to build a factory or manage workers, and the profits are not low at all. Moreover, taxes are paid in full as required by Li Ye and sufficient contributions are made. Who can say nothing about it?

Why bother yourself?

I really don't understand.

. . . . . . .

"Director Hao, please stay at our nearby guesthouse! I'll arrange it for you."

"No, no, no, we still live in the city. We have a relationship to visit in the evening."

Wang Dali entertained Hao Jian well, and then urged Hao Jian to send the raw materials over as soon as possible.

As soon as the factory starts operating, the workers' enthusiasm will inevitably increase, and it will be easy for him to do his job as the factory director.

Hao Jian agreed readily, but in fact he was more anxious than Wang Dali.

So Wang Dali had to arrange for the factory car to take Hao Jian and others.

In the car, Hao Jian used two packs of cigarettes to extract more details about Yuejin Garment Factory from the driver.

"Hey, Master, are you selling this car?"

"Why not? If you pay more, the factory manager will even sell his sister."

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(End of this chapter)