In other words, what Zuo Yan said is true?
A little over a hundred a month?
God……
Xiuli suddenly felt that she was unworthy?
The matchmaker left with Xiuli.
The meal was a very enjoyable one for both the host and guests.
Zuo's mother looked Zuo Yan up and down as he ate frantically, as if she were looking at something.
"Mother, why are you staring at me like that?"
"Have you taken a liking to this girl today?" asked Mother Zuo.
"Huh?" Zuo Yan scratched his head: "Doesn't it depend on whether people like me or not? What good would it do if I did like them?"
His mind hadn't quite caught up yet.
"I'm asking you, do you earn this much every month?"
No, that's not it.
"I knew it..."
"Big Head said that we're still short now because we're not moving fast enough; we'll have more next month."
Left Mother: ...
After hearing Zuo Yan's smug words, Zuo's mother slapped him lightly, annoyed: "So, that's how much it's always been?"
"Well, I heard that the more you do, the more you get paid. If you can learn more skills and go for a technical position, you'll get even more."
"Okay, now it's September. Don't spend your salary for the next few months. Save it up for three months and then give it to the big boss."
"Mom, what are you saying? Big Head Brother won't accept it."
"Are you stupid? Are you stupid?!" His mother slapped his head twice more, exasperated. "Such a good job, they offered it to you, they may not want it, but you can't refuse it. Understand?"
"Oh... well... even if I save for a few months, we probably don't have that much money left." Zuo Yan scratched his head, not quite understanding, but since his mother had said so, he figured he might as well do it. Indeed, such a good job couldn't be impossible without it.
"Well, when the time comes, let's go and take care of this together. As for this girl, what do you think?"
"I'm fine with either, it's up to you."
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements."
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Factory Director's Office
Early in the morning, there was a series of urgent knocks on Wang Shouren's office door.
"Please come in!"
Wang Shouren began to speak.
Next to his desk, an additional desk was set up specifically for Xu Weiwei to use as an office.
This morning, Xu Yuanchao brought Xu Weiwei to work. Before leaving, he glared fiercely at Wang Shouren, seemingly as a warning. However, Wang Shouren completely ignored him and dumped a pile of work on Xu Weiwei, telling her to familiarize herself with it. The girl was currently frantically studying the materials. To be honest, all that talk about being love-struck was just that she had too much free time.
If you let her do her work obediently, she won't think about so many problems.
Hearing the commotion inside, Grandpa Qiu quickly pushed the door open and came in.
"Uncle Qiu, what's going on?" Wang Shouren looked at Uncle Qiu with a puzzled expression.
"I heard you got a lot of pay yesterday?" Old Qiu asked as soon as he came in.
“Yes, I’m not really a capitalist. If I make money, shouldn’t I distribute it to my subordinates?” Wang Shouren said with a smile.
"Are you sure you can keep this up?" Grandpa Qiu still had doubts. He thought Wang Shouren was a good person, but he was afraid that he might ruin the factory.
"Grandpa, this is my problem, I can handle it, please don't worry." Wang Shouren said helplessly. If it were an ordinary security guard, he would have kicked him out immediately. But this old man was already in his seventies or eighties, and in this day and age, he still had a strong sense of ownership. To put it another way, ten or twenty years ago, workers would dare to slam their fists on the table and confront the factory manager.
People don't see the factory as belonging to the factory manager alone, but to everyone. They'll voice their opinions if they don't like something. If you don't explain yourself clearly, you'll be in big trouble.
These people won't listen to you.
Grandpa Qiu came from that era, so Wang Shouren understood his response to such questions.
"Are you sure you can handle it? Don't get too cocky," Grandpa Qiu said, still worried.
“Uncle,” Wang Shouren sighed, “If I were ambitious, shouldn’t I have reported how much I earned? Besides, it’s a public-private partnership now. I’m in charge, and I’m distributing money. It doesn’t benefit me at all, does it? I’m really not ambitious.”
After hearing what Wang Shouren said, although Grandpa Qiu still had some doubts, he left anyway.
The old man knew what he was doing. What right did a gatekeeper have to question the factory manager? As long as he knew there was no problem, then there was no problem.
After the old man left, Xu Weiwei spoke up: "Why did you pay such high wages? If you wanted to improve the workers' treatment, you didn't have to do this. A 10% or 20% increase would be enough to make them happy. But you raised it several times over, and if word gets out..."
"I'm going to spread the word." Wang Shouren stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the workers below. At this time, the workers were entering the factory one after another, their steps light and their faces smiling.
“Xu Weiwei, you still have a lot to learn. You were assigned to be by my side by the higher-ups, and I hope you can keep up with my pace.”
After saying this, Wang Shouren lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted past him, blurring his vision.
I took a deep breath.
Xu Weiwei paused for a moment, then shook her head. She didn't understand, but she wasn't in a hurry. Patience was the last thing she lacked. The reason she came was to see what this man was really thinking. He clearly had connections to the highest levels, so why did he insist on getting involved in this public-private partnership?
The impact of this salary payment is enormous.
Putting everything else aside, the difference in treatment between Workshop 1 and Workshop 2 alone is enough to cause a huge uproar among everyone in the factory.
Sure enough, the second workshop is in an uproar again.
Dai Wu looked at the group of troublemakers with a gloomy expression.
"Director, no matter what, you have to give us an explanation! Why?" Li Laosi angrily questioned, "Why can their workshop pay that wage! Why can't we!"
"Come out!" Dai Wu turned and called out.
The security personnel, each armed, stepped forward.
This display of force startled the group of troublemakers.
"Director, what do you want to do!" Li Laosi was also startled, but when he remembered that there was a group of people behind him, and that the principle was "the law does not punish the masses", he was not so afraid.
“Li Laosi, and you all, didn’t I tell you before? The wages in Workshop One will be much higher than those in Workshop Two. And the factory manager repeated that to you. I even gave you time to think about it. What’s wrong with that? You signed and sealed your documents back then, and now you’re going to deny it?” Dai Wu said with a gloomy expression. “If you want to make trouble, then make trouble!”
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