Then, Wang Shouren turned to look at Feng Xian and Song Qiao.
"You two have done well. I will keep my promise to you. As for how to distribute the profits, that is your business."
"Huh? Really...really?" Feng stammered.
He and Song Qiao had actually fantasized about it before.
Because Wang Shouren had said long ago that he would give one percent as a reward.
They didn't care at first; one percent, how much could that be?
It wasn't until the year's meeting to summarize their experiences that they realized just how much of that one percent they had dismissed was actually.
At the same time, they were also wondering if that one percent chance would most likely not fall on their heads.
"Well... um, factory manager, this is too much, it's not appropriate."
If it were tens of thousands of yuan, they wouldn't care. They'd share it, even if it was split equally, it wouldn't be a big deal.
The problem is that this thing costs over a million.
Based on the current exchange rate, that's around three million.
There are some people in the R&D department now, but in reality, only a handful have actually joined. So how are they going to be divided?
Three hundred points, divided among several people, each person gets hundreds of thousands?
Isn't that ridiculous?
In this day and age, hundreds of thousands of yuan means you can do whatever you want as long as you don't break the law. That's just too outrageous.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. You deserve it. Hmm, how about this, I’ll give you an evaluation form later, so you won’t be in a difficult position.” Wang Shouren thought for a moment and said, “Who do you think is suitable to stay? Those with excellent skills? Give me a list, and I will draft a reward based on that list. In addition, the engineering department will also distribute sufficient bonuses at the end of the year.”
"By the way, are there many people from the academy willing to come?"
Professor Zhuge: ...
Song Qiao and Feng Xian coughed twice, not daring to reply.
If this were a motorcycle factory a year ago, Song Qiao and Feng Xian would have told Wang Shouren that not many people would have wanted to come. The salary was high, but for college graduates these days, money wasn't really that important. Anyone graduating from a prestigious university already owned a house, had enough money, and often even had some left over. Therefore, realizing their ambitions and ideals was their top priority.
What does a motorcycle factory have? Nothing, just high salaries. They don't even know how long the factory will last. Internships are fine, but working there is not.
But a year has passed, and this is the current state of the motorcycle factory.
Not to mention Professor Zhuge's academy, there are quite a few people willing to come from Wudaokou as well.
"I'll recruit a batch next graduation season to see how good you are. I require a research and development team of no less than three hundred people. Can you handle it?" Wang Shouren understood from their expressions. With Zhuge Laotou beside them, the two of them couldn't say too much.
Looking at his two students, Old Man Zhuge was furious: "What are you hesitating for? Have you forgotten what I taught you? To be a good person, you must be able to handle things. When answering questions, can you handle them?"
"Uh, yes!" Feng Xian immediately stood at attention and answered straight.
"It's a large project, still involving two teams. Besides the engine, you also need to thoroughly understand things like aerodynamics. In addition, I'll have someone compile a table regarding feedback from overseas markets. When developing products, you can't just focus on the technical aspects; you have to cater to what those foreigners like."
"My goal is very simple: to target the foreigners' wallets. We'll take all their money and use it to build our own country. We'll use any means necessary, even cheating and swindling..."
"Ahem..." Professor Zhuge coughed twice, interrupting Wang Shouren's speech.
Wang Shouren nodded: "That's the gist of it. Later, you two write me another report, thinking about how to subdivide the entire engineering department if there are more people. That's all."
When it came to training his subordinates, Wang Shouren was always quick, accurate, and ruthless.
He could actually copy some things from later generations, but more often than not, he needed his subordinates to have a thought process. At the very least, his factory needed some capable people who could stand on their own, not a bunch of obedient wimps.
“Professor, this…” Song Qiao felt a little unsure after hearing what Wang Shouren said.
Professor Zhuge sighed: "I don't know what to do either. I've spent my whole life in technology, and all I want is research. To be honest, I have no experience in setting up a research institute or how to divide it up. However, Song Qiao, you should have experience, or rather, your family has experience. Here, I only have one piece of advice for you."
Both of them straightened up, intending to listen to the professor's teachings.
“Wang Shouren is no ordinary person. What he did can be described as epoch-making. You won’t find another motorcycle factory in the whole country that can achieve this level. Therefore, the information you get from your family or from your seniors can be used as a reference, but it cannot be taken as a necessary condition. You need to add your own thinking. I have seen the five-star management system he implemented that day. It is a very good system.”
"However, currently, there are very few companies in China that can truly use it well. You need to do more research and think more, understand?"
"Understood, Professor!" Song Qiao and Feng Xian nodded.
"Then, Professor, isn't that bonus a bit too much?" Feng asked after thinking for a moment.
"He's spending a fortune on a horse." Professor Zhuge took a deep breath. "You can keep the money. If you're worried, go buy a few houses and acquire more property. It's a good thing. But remember, don't get carried away. This is a gift from the times, and it has nothing to do with your own efforts."
After saying that, Professor Zhuge went back into the laboratory. Even during the New Year, he wanted to do some serious research.
Feng Xian and Song Qiao exchanged a glance.
The look in their eyes wasn't one of excitement, but rather one of confusion.
Their situation is like working in a company, earning a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and at the end of the year, the boss says, "This year's bonus for you is 100 million yuan." Anyone would be stunned.
"Old Feng, what are we going to do with this money?" Song Qiao asked, looking completely bewildered.
“How about we get a motorcycle for your brother-in-law, renovate your house, tidy up our yard, and buy another room…” Mr. Feng said a lot, and then, after the couple put their heads together, good heavens, they hadn’t spent even a tenth of the money.
"If all else fails, let's donate it!" Song Qiao said through gritted teeth.
"But where should we donate?"
"Isn't our school short of money? Let's donate a building!"
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