"Liu Hang, Deputy Factory Director, what's wrong!"
"So you're Liu Hang." Wang Shouren glanced at him and then said, "The factory has just set up a psychology department, you'll be the head of that department."
"Hey, what do you mean by that, Mr. Wang?!"
“Go or don’t go. If you don’t go, you can apply for a transfer away from here.” Wang Shouren glanced at him. “Or, you can report it directly to your superiors.”
"Fine, fine, fine." Liu Hang laughed angrily, "I'll go! I hope you never have to come begging to me!"
After saying that, he slammed his hand on the table, turned around, and left.
The others looked at each other, but made no move.
Their gazes differed.
Wang Shouren ignored their stares and continued with his arrangements: "I need a statistic of the personnel. As far as I know, a motorcycle now sells for a considerable price. And according to the information I received from above, there hasn't been any work for a long time. What's the reason for this?"
In those days, the profit margins on motorcycles were outrageous. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they could be increased tenfold or more. If they sold even a small number, running the entire factory wouldn't be a problem. But this factory just wouldn't produce any; sigh, they were just hanging on.
“Hey, Comrade Wang, you didn’t know the ins and outs of this place. We’re a small factory, not well-known outside. The supply and marketing cooperatives don’t want to buy our goods. Besides, our production costs are high, the total cost per unit is over two thousand yuan. There really aren’t many people willing to buy the motorcycles from our factory. If you don’t believe me, we still have quite a few motorcycles in our warehouse.” At this point, Wu Yong launched into a long tirade of complaints.
"Oh? Where's the cost list?" Wang Shouren asked.
"Hey you, Lao Zhang, give Comrade Wang a list."
"Yes, factory manager." Old Zhang, who had been called out, immediately stood up and walked out.
"Old Zhang is a technician in our factory, and also the only level eight engineer. How should I put it? He came to our factory full of confidence, but there's nothing we can do. Our factory really isn't very competitive outside."
“Okay, I understand.” Wang Shouren nodded.
Not competitive?
That's a joke. These days, factories are all state-owned. As long as they're willing to sell, they can sell anything.
If this statement had been made in the 1990s, Wang Shouren might have believed it. But in this day and age, the idea of a motorcycle seller not being able to sell any motorcycles is practically a joke.
Here's the list.
Wang Shouren didn't look at it, but continued to ask Wu Yong about the situation in the factory.
A perfectly good conference turned into a conference of lamentations.
The machines in this factory are faulty, not advanced enough, there aren't enough workers, and the products aren't selling. In short, almost every problem a factory can encounter can be replicated here.
The meeting did not last long.
Wang Shouren then left with a few people, telling Wu Yong that he would be taking over as factory director starting tomorrow, and that his retirement had already been approved. He instructed Wu Yong to tell everyone that he would be at the factory for a meeting early the next morning.
As soon as they left the factory, Kui Datou immediately spoke up: "Boss, they're just messing with you. How could there be so many problems?"
"I know."
"You knew that, yet you still accepted the job? There's not a single good person in this factory." Kui Datou didn't quite understand Wang Shouren's thinking.
"Ha, it would be strange if there were any good people here." Wang Shouren sneered. How simple could it be for one of the first motorcycle factories to survive and still stand strong? Everything changes over time. Factories are no exception. He had already investigated this factory; Wu Yong had been in the factory manager's position for so long without any powerful backing.
It's easy to imagine just how shrewd and sophisticated this old factory director was.
"Let's go. Tomorrow is the real show. Today is just a challenge to them."
Deputy Factory Director's Office.
Liu Hang sat in his seat with a gloomy expression. Below him sat Zhuang Wenhua, the workshop director, Lu Chang, the head of the logistics department, and Zhao Hongbo, the head of the purchasing department.
Four people, each holding a cigarette, were blowing smoke rings in the office.
"Do you think our secret will be exposed?" Zhao Hongbo asked, his voice trembling slightly.
“Leak? What’s there to leak?” Liu Hang glared at Zhao Hongbo with dissatisfaction. “If you don’t say anything, and I don’t say anything, that old man won’t dare to say anything either. Why should we leak anything? He’s just a sucker. What right does he have to talk back to me, the deputy factory director? You three should know what to do tomorrow, right?”
"Don't worry," Lu Chang said cheerfully. "If he can't get anything done, we can make it a joint public-private venture. As for the private part, he just needs to pay up. There's no need for so much trouble."
Technical Department.
Zhang Dong (head of the technical department) and Dai Wu (director of the second workshop) were also smoking.
"Old Zhang, do you think this guy who came today can really revitalize our factory?" Dai Wu asked.
“Who knows? I gave him that document today. If he really has the skills, he'll probably be able to understand it. If he can't, then it's not very meaningful.” Zhang Dong sighed and patted Dai Wu on the shoulder: “You shouldn't have too high expectations either. Even the old factory director doesn't dare to say anything, so what can we do?”
"Sigh." Dai Wu sighed, "How could I not know? But this factory..."
He didn't continue speaking at this point, but just sighed again and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
Factory Director's Office.
Wu Yong and Xu Ping (head of the finance department) were also discussing something.
The two are about the same age and are approaching retirement.
"Old Wu, tell me, what exactly do you want from the people sent down here this time?" Xu Ping asked.
"Didn't the higher-ups say it's a joint public-private partnership? He's private, and we're public."
"Come on, you're so old, are you trying to fool me? A private individual dares to meddle in public affairs? What? Are you senile?"
"You're the one who's getting senile." Wu Yong tapped the table. "Who cares what they're here for? Anyway, starting tomorrow, I'm no longer the factory manager. You guys figure it out yourselves."
"You...you really want to quit?" Xu Ping seemed somewhat incredulous.
“If I really have to retire, I’m already this old. Let me be frank with you, I’ve been putting notes in front of my superiors for a long time. To be honest, it’s been 23 years, and I really don’t want to hand this factory over to that Liu guy.” Wu Yong’s eyes narrowed slightly: “He’s a heartless person.”
"Sigh, who can argue with that? Do you think this guy can keep him in check?"
"That's not something an old man can concern himself with."
"You, you."
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