"The factory manager has already told me that he doesn't care whether Workshop 2 produces anything or not. You can make a fuss all you want."
"But one thing: if you damage any of the factory's equipment, you'll have to pay whatever compensation you owe. From today onwards, you'll stay in Workshop Two from the start of your shift until the end. You'll still get your monthly wages, and you won't have to do any work. What? Still want to cause trouble? Go ahead and try!"
These conditions, if it were in the past...
Li Laosi and the others accepted it; they could get money without doing any work.
But things are different now.
Those kids in Workshop One, even the lowest-paid ones, can earn over 90 yuan.
More than 90 yuan, that's the treatment for an 8th-level worker, why should they get paid that much?
"But you didn't say it could reach that price!" Old Li retorted.
"Heh, I told you before that there would be a raise, but you didn't believe me. Now you believe me? Fine, I won't waste my breath on you. If you want to work, then work. If you're not happy, then quit."
"Brothers, this bastard is trying to kill us!" Li Laosi roared, his eyes bloodshot, pointing the wrench at Dai Wu. He was about to charge forward.
However, no one followed him in his charge.
He turned around and saw, good heavens! They all shrank back.
Some people even said to Dai Wu, "Director Dai, Director Dai, we were careless before. Could you please be lenient and let us go back to Workshop One?"
"Yes, Director Dai, it was all Li Laosi's fault that we were harmed before. We are innocent. I was also bewitched. Please, could you do me a favor?"
Even a fool knows that the situation is not on Li Laosi's side now.
Why should the workers, united as one, be able to threaten the factory leadership?
That's simply because they outnumbered each other and had a lot of influence, but that's only the smallest reason. The biggest reason is that if they go on strike, it will affect production. No matter who the leader is, if production capacity is affected, there will be big problems. No one dares to take that responsibility.
But Wang Shouren, that ruthless man, spent several times the price to find someone to work for him.
Their threat level is then minimized.
Didn't you see that Dai Wu said it's okay if you don't work, the factory will support you?
It's telling them that they're dispensable in the factory, and they can do whatever they want, but don't cause trouble. If they do, they'll take drastic measures.
“Director Dai, you see, those are newcomers after all, while we are veterans, we work faster…”
"Yes, Director Dai, as long as you let us through, we'll do whatever you say."
Dai Wu sneered: "There's no such thing as a free lunch. You think you can just do whatever you want? We told you to work properly but you wouldn't. Oh, now that there's something in it, you're all thinking about doing it? Let me tell you, if you want to go back to Workshop One, there are ways."
"What method?"
"Director Dai, please speak, please speak."
"Listen up, everyone. If you want to go to Workshop One, there's only one way: resign!"
"No, Director Dai, are you kidding us?!"
"..."
"Quiet, quiet! Let me finish, what's the rush!" Dai Wu raised his voice again to suppress their shouts: "What's the rush? I haven't finished speaking yet. This is a test for you. If you are willing to trust the factory, then quit your permanent jobs and become contract workers."
"What is a contract worker, Director Dai?"
“Contract workers are not permanent employees. In the future, if the factory does well, your salaries will increase, and if you work long enough, the factory will provide you with a pension. But if the factory does not do well and goes out of business, then your pension will be gone, and you will have to go out and find work.” Dai Wu was actually not clear about the difference between contract workers and permanent employees.
He was just saying it according to his own understanding.
After these words were spoken, the room fell silent.
Don't be fooled by their high salaries; there's no job security.
Moreover, this factory isn't state-owned; it's a joint public-private enterprise. If problems arise later, the higher-ups won't take responsibility. What will they do then?
"Think it over carefully, and come back to me when you've made up your mind," Dai Wu said before leaving.
After he left, the entire workshop became noisy, and no one could concentrate on their work.
This is actually a gamble.
The winner will definitely be Wang Shouren.
Wang Shouren didn't believe this group of goods could last long.
The biggest problem with this factory is its employees with permanent positions. So, wouldn't making them unemployed solve the problem? Although there's still a chance of attracting attention from higher-ups. But Wang Shouren still chose to do it. From beginning to end, his purpose in leaving was to show the higher-ups another way, so he had to be radical.
Whether he did the right thing or the wrong thing on this path, it can serve as an important reference for those above.
Li Laosi had two accomplices with him, their eyes gleaming with menace, but upon seeing the security guard standing next to Dai Wu, they lowered their heads and said nothing more. He returned to his workstation and sat down with two other people: Zhao Wu and Wang Wang.
Li Laosi watched Dai Wu's departing figure, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.
"Fourth Brother," Zhao Wu said in a low voice.
"No rush, we'll talk about it when we get back," Li Laosi waved his hand.
Factory Director's Office.
"Ring ring ring..."
The alarm bell rang urgently.
Xu Weiwei answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Dayun Motorcycle Factory. May I ask...?"
She was interrupted before she could finish speaking.
"Is that Vivi?"
"Oh? And you are?"
"I am your Uncle Yuan."
"Uncle Yuan?" Xu Weiwei racked her brains and found Uncle Yuan's information in some obscure corner. Not knowing why he was calling, she could only politely ask, "Hello, Uncle Yuan, who are you looking for?"
"Of course I need to talk to you about something, oh wait, I mean, I need to talk to Dayun Motorcycle Factory. Where's that kid Wang Shouren?!"
"Oh, you're looking for the factory manager? Please wait a moment." Xu Weiwei immediately looked at Wang Shouren.
Wang Shouren covered his face. This guy is a secretary?
Any normal secretary would ask what it is first, to give him time to prepare. But that's understandable, considering this woman is a true heiress.
Hello.
“Shouren! It’s me, Lao Yuan, my old man is still in that ‘nursing home’ of yours.”
"Oh, Elder Brother, what brings you here?"
In fact, Wang Shouren didn't quite remember which old man this was.
"Well, you've probably forgotten about me, kid. I'm Old Yuan from the post office."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Brother Yuan! Hello, hello!"
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