Wang Shouren was just about to praise him.
The girl's eyes lit up as she looked out the window: "Wow! Dad, it's snowing! Let's go build a snowman. And while we're at it, let's get my little brother out of there; he's been hiding in that dark, gloomy cage for days."
Wang Xirou called the laboratory a dark and hopeless cage.
They call Zhuge the old man "Grandpa Zhuge".
She called him Grandpa Zhuge because she believed that one should be polite.
However, Grandpa Zhuge wanted to keep her locked in the laboratory all day, which she disliked very much.
She is like a free bird, and should fly freely.
Xu Weiwei didn't know whether Wang Xirou was free or not; all Xu Weiwei knew was that she had a headache.
It seemed as if she and Wang Xirou were born to be at odds.
The two, one big and one small, didn't really start fighting when they met.
However, the sarcastic and unsettling tone is indispensable.
In Wang Shouren's words, Wang Xirou pulled Xu Weiwei into her own domain and defeated her with her rich experience. In Xu Weiwei's own words, it was like trying to teach a child a lesson.
The end result is that I get a headache from being annoyed by this little girl every time.
The worst part is that her father is helping her; this is a huge blow.
"Father."
"ah?"
"If you don't want me to go down and build a snowman, just say so. You don't have to lock me up so tightly." Wang Xirou struggled to pull her hand away from Wang Shouren's grasp.
But Wang Shouren held her hand tightly, not giving an inch, with a smile on his face: "Your mother will be here soon. I can't control your brother, but at least one of you must not be dirty, otherwise I can't explain it to you."
"But, but..."
"No buts. If you don't want to be the one getting the blame later, you'd better behave yourself."
"Alright then..." Wang Xirou lowered her head, looking pitiful, but her eyes darted around under her bowed head.
Wang Shouren ignored her, took her hand, and walked towards the cafeteria.
Along the way, many people greeted Wang Shouren.
This guy is more than just a factory manager; he's a god of wealth!
That salary, those benefits—hey, who wouldn't give it a thumbs up?
Those seasoned veterans from the second workshop, after three months of relentless pressure, finally gave in and one by one resigned, turning their government jobs into contract workers.
In the entire second workshop, not a single person is still holding on. They've all been merged into the first workshop and started working hard again.
As a result, their factory, which used to produce only about a hundred motorcycles a month, has now increased tenfold. (In 1978, the national motorcycle production was around [number] units, and in 1980, it was around [number] units. Starting in 1980, the number of motorcycle factories gradually increased, so with Wang Shouren's technological innovations, achieving an annual production of over 10,000 units was relatively easy.)
Each of these motorcycles offers him a different gross profit margin. The authorities have decided to fully liberalize the motorcycle market, and according to them, this will happen after this year. Even so, his factory's orders will still last until the end of the year.
The profit is estimated to reach the millions.
To be honest, Wang Shouren himself didn't know how much production would increase after the New Year.
In short, the entire factory is now full of fighting spirit.
He was thinking of taking another cut from Wang Shouren.
Wang Shouren, too, was somewhat troubled.
As the quality of personnel improves, their corresponding benefits should also be improved.
These days, welfare benefits aren't just reflected in wages; they're more about entertainment. Large factories like steel rolling mills, with thousands of employees, have dedicated projectionists. Every weekend or certain holidays, movies are shown at the factory to enrich everyone's entertainment options. After all, these days, there's no television or other entertainment at home.
Most people only have a basic understanding of books and are not particularly enthusiastic about reading them.
After returning home, all we did was eat, drink a little wine, and then it was just a matter of us clapping and each other's clapping.
At most, they'd go out for a stroll on weekends, but they'd only ever go to the same few places. Some families, however, were willing to buy a radio. If you bought one, after dinner you'd find a crowd gathered around your house, all wanting to listen to the radio.
This is the lack of entertainment in this era.
If this were in later generations, Wang Shouren wouldn't have needed to worry. There would be no need for going out to play or any entertainment. What the workers wanted most was to get paid directly. After receiving the money, they could go about their business as usual.
That won't work now. Now, in addition to keeping up with the salary, we also need to have some decent entertainment options.
The key issue is that their factory doesn't have a projectionist or projection equipment. Borrowing it at this time isn't appropriate; it's the end of the year, and everyone needs it. Besides, he plans to use it before the holiday, which has nothing to do with whether they're related or not—others also need it. They can't spare the equipment.
As she pondered this, her little hands began to fidget.
She started to shrink back, trying to break free from his grasp.
Wang Shouren's three sons, except for Wang Siren in Hong Kong, were all very accomplished in their studies, particularly in Tai Chi.
These two little brats are good enough to protect themselves.
Wang Xirou noticed that her father's attention seemed to be elsewhere; he was carefully hiding something.
"Are you two having a tiff?" Grandpa Qiu asked with a smile, looking at Wang Xirou, who was pacing back and forth beside Wang Shouren.
Wang Xirou's expression froze. She looked up and saw her father watching her with amusement.
She awkwardly flashed eight teeth and gave Wang Shouren a sweet smile: "Hehe..."
That silly grin is exactly the same as Qin Jingru's. She had the same silly grin when she proudly declared herself the empress.
It has to be said, life truly is a cycle.
Wang Shouren was quite moved, and then looked at Grandpa Qiu.
This old man was brave! He went out alone late at night. Wang Shouren originally thought the old man just slept there, but he was actually quite vigilant. Luckily, he was alright. If something had happened, Wang Shouren figured he would have felt guilty for a while.
After that incident, Wang Shouren kept the old man there, repeatedly telling him not to take any risks.
The old man happily agreed, but whether he would actually step in if something happened was something Wang Shouren had no idea.
"Grandpa, are you eating? I have a question for you." Wang Shouren thought for a moment and realized he could ask the old man.
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