Before leaving, he said to Dai Wu again, "Make sure to count the numbers properly, Kui Datou. Those of your brothers who want to leave the profession, you know what to do, right?"
Kui Datou, who had been a little worried, immediately became alert.
Dai Wu also realized what was happening, and his eyes were filled with longing as he looked at Kui Datou.
They were all bewildered by the disturbance caused by this group. You have to understand, these days, even a temporary job is something people fight tooth and nail for.
The rest is simple: investigate where necessary and arrest where appropriate.
Dai Wu walked into the factory, his face looking very unpleasant.
The once noisy factory instantly fell silent.
"Fine, you've all grown quite capable." Dai Wu sneered, "I told you I would communicate properly with the factory manager, and wow, you actually went to cause trouble for the factory manager in an organized and disciplined manner. Good, very good indeed."
"Director Dai, we didn't want to either! Look at this, is this a job even humanly supposed to do?" someone complained.
The most important aspect of a sophisticated production line is that this work is almost never-ending.
What was the factory's operating model in the past?
Each workstation is responsible for one part, and the speed of a production line is entirely determined by the senior workstation.
If in a place with a high level of technical skill, even a master craftsman needs a whole day to produce one part, then it means that the remaining parts don't actually need to be produced as quickly.
However, under Liu Guangtian and Engineer Zhang's management, the current factory line has become highly specialized, leading to a significant decrease in the technical content. Efficiency has increased dramatically, meaning the days when one could stop and chat while completing a single part are gone. Naturally, this group of people were unwilling to continue.
"Don't talk to me so much. Come on, register. Do you want to go to Workshop 2 or stay in Workshop 1?"
"Director Dai, what's the difference between going to Workshop 2 and staying in Workshop 1?" someone asked cautiously.
"Go to Workshop Two. Do it the same way you did before. In Workshop One, do it the same way you were supposed to. Don't try to cut corners. If you do, you'll end up in Workshop Two. That's it."
"No, Director Dai, you didn't understand what I meant. What I meant was, going to Workshop Two, wouldn't that..."
"No, the wages will remain the same, whatever the grade, that's what you'll get." Dai Wu sneered inwardly, then added, "However, the wages for Workshop One will be increased."
"Raise it? Raise it by how much?"
"I don't know, but it could at least double."
"Really? Double the price?"
"Pfft..."
"why are you laughing?"
"You actually believe that? How can our lousy factory pay such high wages? Director Dai, I'm going to Workshop Two!" Someone stood up and said to Dai Wu.
“Okay.” Dai Wu didn’t waste any words. He took out a notebook, started writing, and said, “The factory manager said that you don’t have to work today. Before you leave work, tell me which workshop you want to go to and register with me. Let me make this clear: go to whichever workshop you say you want to go to, and follow the rules. If anyone doesn’t follow the rules, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
This immediately sparked a discussion throughout the entire workshop.
"Old Zhang, what's up? Going to Workshop Two?" Old Li nudged Old Zhang with his elbow.
Zhang San hesitated. Workshop Two was good; he used to be quite lazy, but it was getting boring. Although he was 40 this year, he still wanted to keep working there. He didn't want to retire so early. Seeing Zhang San remain silent, Old Li asked in surprise:
"What, you still want to stay here? Can you handle today's intensity?"
Zhang San was somewhat helpless. This intensity wasn't actually that high; to be honest, he'd experienced much higher intensity before. It's just that things were practically shut down for ten years. People nowadays simply couldn't handle it.
He said, "I think I'll go to the first workshop. My child is in school, and after I graduate, I'll need to get married. I need to save more money."
"No way, you actually believe that?" Old Li curled his lip. "It would be a miracle if it even got released."
Some people believe it, some don't, which is normal, according to Wang Shouren's thinking. It would be best if all these people went to Workshop Two, so that he wouldn't be restricted in his actions.
In the blink of an eye, everyone who needed to be registered had been registered, and the workshop director also knew how many people were missing.
As usual, Wang Shouren was about to leave the factory on his beloved little motorcycle when he was stopped by the gatekeeper.
His small factory also has a security department, but there are only about ten people. This old man, I heard, was rehired and was a veteran.
The old man's surname is Qiu. He's always cheerful and lives his life guarding the gate.
"Uncle Qiu, what are you doing?" Wang Shouren didn't understand why the old man was stopping him.
Although Grandpa Qiu was quite old, he was still in good health, though his voice was a little hoarse. He looked at Wang Shouren and asked, "I heard them say that you plan to take the capitalist road. Young man, you can't take the capitalist road, it's like sucking human blood."
Wang Shouren was both amused and exasperated. What did this mean? Had someone come to offer advice? He shook his head: "Uncle Qiu, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. You don't need to worry about so much."
After saying that, he didn't intend to continue talking to Grandpa Qiu and planned to leave.
"No, you have to tell me what your plans are. Otherwise, I won't let you leave! I can't watch our compatriots suffer from the poison of capitalism!" Old Qiu was incredibly stubborn.
"Uncle Qiu, I can't really explain this to you."
“You speak, I understand, I attended a private school.”
Good heavens! He's quite the talent.
"Uncle Qiu, I never intended to take the capitalist path. If we really wanted to, let them all go. Besides, isn't our strategy to go global? We need to hone our internal strength first before we can succeed, right?"
"You really don't want to follow the capitalist path?" Grandpa Qiu looked at him with a suspicious gaze.
"Really, really." Wang Shouren pecking at rice like a chicken, there was really nothing he could do about this kind of gatekeeper, especially since he had just returned. The old man's patriotism was undeniable. Most importantly, you never know what's behind this old man. If he pulled out some kind of letter or something, Wang Shouren could tolerate it, but getting a beating was inevitable.
"Then remember this well: don't bully your own family." Grandpa Qiu was still a little worried, so he added.
"Sure, don't worry, the salary will be top-notch," Wang Shouren assured, patting his chest.
"Good, good." Grandpa Qiu was delighted to hear this: "That's good, we can't drink human blood."
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