Chen Yigen knocked on the table and said calmly:
"Stop arguing and listen to what Chen Xia has to say. Remember, he brought the pharmaceutical company here to set up a factory entirely for the good of Qingfeng Village. If anyone messes up, I'll be the first one to go after him."
The group of village cadres below were nodding their heads like chickens. Only a fool would interfere.
Chen Xia smiled and said, "This pharmaceutical factory isn't mine personally. It's a branch of Yuezhou Pharmaceutical Company. It was only after my hard work and shameless efforts that they finally set up the factory in our village. Chen Qiaogu is in charge of its management and operation. Everyone, please remember this: I'm not a capitalist."
There was laughter in the meeting hall.
"Here's what I'm thinking: As for the factory site, I'd like to lease the former fishery site. I'd like to set the lease term at 30 years and pay the village 10,000 yuan in annual contract fees. What do you think?"
"Ten thousand yuan!"
Everyone's eyes lit up. Ten thousand yuan is not a small sum nowadays. It can buy so many TV sets. So far, there is no one in the village who has a monthly income of ten thousand yuan.
Chen Yigen looked around the venue and asked, "Is there anyone who objects?"
"No, no," everyone shook their heads faster than rattles.
The Qingfeng Fishery is located on a "small island" outside the village, surrounded by water. It was a cemetery before liberation, and later a fishery was built there, but it has now gone bankrupt.
Although the island covers an area of 80 acres, the soil there is red soil and cannot be used for farming, so no one is interested in it.
Chen Xia continued, "Initially, I plan to recruit 50 workers, 20 men and 30 women. To be fair, it would be best if each family only gets one position. I'll leave this matter to Fourth Grandpa. You must help me choose the right people."
Chen Yigen raised his chin higher and higher, "Don't worry, Second Brother, Fourth Grandpa promises to help you with this matter."
"Xiao Xia, what are the salary and benefits?" Finally someone couldn't help but ask.
"As for the salary, here's what I'm thinking: the base salary is 30 yuan per person per month. The bonus is 10 yuan, but not everyone can get it. We'll divide them into groups and then look at their production. The group with the highest production will get the 10 yuan."
Everyone started discussing it again, and someone asked, "If we do this, wouldn't that be exploitation and oppression?"
Chen Xia was unhappy. "How is this exploitation? If everyone gets paid the same whether they work more or less, how can efficiency be improved? How can production be increased? Have you forgotten what rural work was like when production teams were in place? And how did they work under the household contract system?"
Most people in the meeting thought this made sense.
Before land was contracted, everyone worked in the fields without putting in any effort. They would work for 2 minutes and then stand and rest for 5 minutes. The cadres had no way to deal with them.
The consequence of this is that production has not increased. It doesn't matter how much work is done, so the villagers can save some effort and food.
Things were different when Yuezhou started the pilot program of household land contracting in 1980.
Some villagers went to work in the middle of the night, cultivating the fields as meticulously as if they were embroidering, with the entire family, young and old, men and women, working together. Within a year, everyone had enough to eat, and there was even plenty of food left over.
Chen Yigen slammed the table and said very unhappily:
"How to run the factory is the pharmaceutical company's business. Why are you guys butting in? If they get angry, they'll go build a factory somewhere else and we won't get a single position. So I'm warning those who have ulterior motives: this pharmaceutical factory is not run by our village, nor by Chen Xia. Anyone who wants to dictate things is not recommended to work in a pharmaceutical factory in the future."
It was then that everyone realized, right? This pharmaceutical factory wasn't owned by the village, nor by Chen Xia personally. How could they have the right to criticize it? Why would the pharmaceutical company care about these country bumpkins?
Once everything in the village was settled and the factory site was chosen, the overall situation was finalized.
The news swept through the entire Qingfeng Village like a tornado. Last time, people fought fiercely for 7 places, and this time there are 50 places. When would they not grab them now?
So the whole village started to make a fuss, and the villagers even stopped taking care of their own contracted land.
With over 400 households in Qingfeng Village, who wouldn't want to work in a pharmaceutical factory? It means a stable income, enough to buy a TV, a radio, or a bicycle.
Chen Yigen was particularly embarrassed about who to choose and who not to choose, so he waved his hand and decided to compete.
It’s still the same old rules, it’s still the same old project, who wins and who loses depends on their own ability, and now everyone is ready to go.
Chen Xia didn't care how chaotic Qingfeng Village was now. The second important thing he had to do now was to determine the construction team and the project cost.
With Yu Deshui's help, after Chen Xia gave a red envelope of 500 yuan at a dinner party, the manager of Kezhen Construction Company readily reduced the original budget of 380,000 yuan by a full 30,000 yuan, and promised to complete the construction within 3 months.
In fact, the construction of a pharmaceutical factory is very simple. According to Chen Xia's design, it is just a matter of hardening the ground and building a few factory buildings, warehouses, canteens, and office rooms. Less than half of the 80 acres of land will be used.
Another thing we need to do is build a cement bridge to connect the pharmaceutical factory and the road at the edge of the village, which is not a complicated task.
Ten days later, Chen Xia met Bao Yong and others again.
In the conference room of a pharmaceutical company.
Bao Yong smiled and handed Chen Xia a license of "Qingfeng Branch of Yuezhou Pharmaceutical Company".
With this thing, Chen Xia's factory opening and pharmaceutical production were legal, and he just had to pay taxes on time.
In 1981, the state's management of drugs and pharmaceutical factories was not so strict. There was not even a "Food and Drug Administration" and "National Medicine Approval Number".
Generally speaking, as long as the local government approves it, it will be available. Moreover, this is just a registered branch factory, so the procedures are quite simple.
Local protectionism is quite strong these days. Except for some special medicines, medicines produced by pharmaceutical factories in each region are generally only supplied locally.
Therefore, as long as a drug is approved by the Health Bureau, it is OK to produce and sell it. It is very "humane" but also very informal.
There was a burst of warm applause in the conference room. In everyone's eyes, profits of millions a year were already beckoning them.
Bao Yong smiled and said, "Chief Chen, we're all ready. Now it's up to you. Is the construction going to be okay?"
"No problem, no problem. I've used my connections to secure the goods and the payment, and have the construction company start construction as quickly as possible. Staff training has also begun, and we guarantee that production will begin in three months."
Chen Xia was so happy holding the license. This is not a license, this is all RMB, a good thing that many people in this era want but cannot get.
This also means that his personal wealth creation will enter the fast lane.
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