Livestock is fine, it's better than being out there and not getting anything out of the world.
As time went on, more and more people gathered.
Kui Datou came out of the factory. According to the rules, these people are not allowed to enter the factory.
Therefore, most people gathered at the factory gate.
This scene was naturally witnessed by the veteran employees.
Just ask around and you'll find out that the factory has expanded its workforce, and the long-time employees know exactly where all these new hires are going.
Many veteran employees, with a quick glint in their eyes, began to spread unpleasant rumors and gossip about the newcomers.
But the new employees weren't fools; they knew how valuable a temporary worker was, and they'd seen this kind of underhanded tactic many times before. They ignored the veteran employees, who, finding it pointless, had no choice but to leave.
After a while, Kui Datou and Dai Wu came out.
I still have a list.
Kui Datou was still holding the big red megaphone that Wang Shouren had brought that day. He turned it on and clapped it twice: "Ahem, everyone, please! If I call your name, come here to register! After you register, I'll take you to get your work badges and supplies! First one, Zuo Yan!"
"have!"
The process went smoothly; there was no bluffing or trouble-making.
A group of people rushed into the factory, went to the logistics department, and received their uniforms and work badges. Then they officially entered Workshop 1.
Inside the workshop, some veteran employees were waiting; these were the people who had agreed to stay yesterday.
Zhang San was among them. He wanted to give it his all. He felt that the new factory manager was very driven and unlikely to let them suffer losses. Although many people stopped talking to him after he made this decision, he didn't care; he just wanted to give it his all. Seeing so many new people at the factory today, he felt that his decision was right.
Zuo Yan was filled with anxiety. To say he wasn't afraid of what the gatekeeper had said would be a lie. What if he really got so tired that he couldn't take it anymore?
But this anxiety vanished completely when I entered the factory.
This workshop...
It's so clean!
He'd been in a workshop before, so he knew exactly what it looked like. A workshop this clean—the work probably wouldn't be too tiring.
"Next," Kui Datou's loudspeaker drew everyone's attention, "we'll assign you workstations. For every five workstations, we'll set up a team leader. If you're not familiar with it, you'll have half a month to get used to how it works here. After half a month, you're required to reach a proficient level. If you don't, then you're fired. However, you'll still get paid for those half a month."
Upon hearing this, everyone tensed up.
Temporary workers do indeed have the right to be dismissed.
However, they'd be more lenient with apprentices, but this factory started with threats of dismissal. It was a blatant, overt warning: there are no slackers here.
This boosted the morale of the entire workshop.
The old man's group arrived in the afternoon; they were all level five or six workers, and there was even one level seven worker.
Many people only came to visit Wang Shouren because of the old man's reputation.
"Everyone, thank you for coming. Here is your salary. Your work is also clear: you will first serve as group leaders for a while, and later you will need to help with manual production in Workshop 2. Of course, if you have any questions, you can ask me." Wang Shouren handed over the pay sheet.
An old man glanced at it, said nothing, and passed it on to the next person.
The group didn't stand on ceremony and gathered around to watch.
I took one look and gasped.
"Old Yi, your apprentice is such a spendthrift, aren't you going to do anything about it?" an old man stepped forward and asked.
"This isn't my apprentice, this is my neighbor." Old Yi was speechless. He glanced at him and tossed him aside, afraid of having a heart attack if he looked too much. Good heavens, he, a retired old man, only gets 500 yuan a month? What does that mean? Let's put it this way: in 1979, in Beijing, the average wage for employed workers was 742 yuan, the average wage for state-owned enterprises was 778 yuan, and the average wage for collective enterprises was 556 yuan. Hmm, that sounds like a lot. But these are all per year.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, the wages are all serious, we can sign a contract," Wang Shouren said with a smile. "However, the work may be a bit tough. If you can't handle it, you can tell me, and I can make some adjustments."
"What adjustments do you want? I'd work myself to death in your factory for this salary, wouldn't I, everyone?" an old man who looked like a blacksmith shouted.
This immediately drew agreement from everyone.
"Yes, yes, with this salary, I could buy a three-courtyard house after working for a year or two!"
"Okay, it's settled then. Factory manager, just let me know if you need anything."
To be honest, money talks, and these technicians have never been so enthusiastic.
Wang Shouren's wages were tiered: 500 yuan for a level 8 worker, 450 yuan for a level 7 worker, and 50 yuan deducted for each level below that. He wouldn't hire anyone below level 6. This wage forced them to work incredibly hard, otherwise they felt they were being unethical.
An old man privately asked Wang Shouren, "Isn't this a loss?"
Are we losing money?
He didn't think so. There weren't many motorcycles available for purchase outside, but there were still quite a few. Besides, he planned to export this thing, and his engine technology was highly sought after, so he wasn't afraid of losing money at all.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Lou Xiao'e go back to Hong Kong. Wouldn't it have been better to keep her by his side?
The factory was operating smoothly, and everyone was full of hope for the future—except for the workers in Workshop 2 and Workshop 1. Because they didn't know how much their wages would actually be.
Actually, this was also Kui Datou's fault. Wang Shouren had already given Kui Datou the wage standard, but he was in a hurry when he went to find people, and his reputation over the years was indeed very good. Almost everyone, like Zuo Yan, went straight to the factory without asking about the pay. Most people thought they would receive the apprentice's wage of 18 yuan.
Although it's a little unfair, it's okay. Eighteen is enough to eat if you save a little.
As for being tired.
To be honest, they didn't feel tired at all. They could have done even faster with the amount of work in the factory workshop.
Not only were the new employees panicking, but the veteran employees were also a little panicked. The people in Workshop 2 wondered if the people in Workshop 1 were really going to get rich. The people in Workshop 1 wondered if they had been working for nothing (because the new employees had been trained for half a month when they first arrived, but their efficiency was not improving).
In short, everyone is living in a state of anxiety.
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