Chapter 474: Hold a meeting to announce something
The tyrant once said that what makes employees work hard, not be lazy and have a sense of belonging is never forced rules and regulations, but interests. In a word, people go to work to earn virtual currency and food, let alone ideals and ambitions. Either they are given enough virtual currency or enough food, so that people have no worries and can work overtime 24 hours a day. The Chinese are just so hardworking.
"Huh? Everyone? Why do you need so many?" Lao Tuo opened his mouth so wide that even his uncle coughed and almost choked. Jing's father swallowed his saliva. Is his daughter crazy? Hiring 2,000 people in this apocalyptic world? Can they afford the virtual currency and feed so many people?
"A red nematode breeding factory! Not only that, I'd like to hire you as the factory's HR manager, responsible for selecting elite talent for various positions. As for compensation, I'd like to share your compensation based on your abilities, right? You know, only managers and above in this factory are entitled to dividends.
Of course, you don't have to give up your position here. After all, your daily job is to understand and protect the safety of these people, right? Now, it's more convenient."
"You, you have mastered the technology of red nematode reproduction?!" Lao Tuo was pleasantly surprised, and several visiting specialists around him were even more shocked. If they really mastered it, then the future development of this factory would be just like printing money.
Jingshu raised her eyebrows but said nothing. It should be almost done. Let’s draw the pancake first.
Under the huge temptation, Lao Tuo, oh no, Manager Tuo quickly integrated into his new role and couldn't help but worry about the future of the factory:
"Even if our factory can produce a lot of red nematodes every day, can we afford to hire so many people and pay them? What if there's a surplus of labor and many people don't work?
What about those who refuse to work just to stay? What about those who instigate unrest? It’s hard to manage.”
Jingshu's lips curled up slightly. "In our factory, there is no distinction between regular and temporary workers. There is no base salary, only commissions. You get the food you deserve based on how much work you do. We also implement a salary hierarchy system. When you reach a certain level, you can get better treatment than regular workers. I will explain it to you in detail later, please take note.
Manager Tuo, you know, the greatest loyalty is profit. If everyone's interests are tied together, and only a small number of people incite trouble, what do you think will happen? "
Manager Tuo wiped the sweat off his face and was about to be drowned in saliva!
Look, now his interests as a human resources manager are involved, and he will also be anxious. Interests are the best rope to drive people's hearts.
Uncle and Jing's father were completely stunned. When had they ever seen Jingshu lay out every plan so clearly and promulgate an entirely new set of rules? Uncle wiped his sweat. If Jingshu was really saying that, then his role here was really just to supervise. Oh no, he might even have to go on stage and explain things at any time.
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More than half an hour later, the middle-aged Manager Tuo, holding a stack of notes in his hand, couldn't help but admire Jingshu. Not only did he solve the accommodation problem for more than 2,000 people, but he also firmly tied up the interests of most people. As for the small number of bad apples...
Haha, they don’t need to solve it, the rest of the people will consciously eliminate the rats.
Jingshu picked up the thermos cup and took a big sip of wolfberry ginger sugar tea before saying:
"Manager Tuo, while they're all here, you should gather everyone together and tell them about the acquisition. At the same time, let's publicize our philosophy. Let's hold a meeting today and confirm the personnel for each position. Any extra people can be assigned to sales or collecting carrion beetles, and some can be assigned to construction to renovate the factory."
This place will also be affected by the mudslide next year, but it won't be as hard hit as the villa. Besides, Jingshu in the wilderness can divert the water at will, so there's no need to worry about blocking the door of Lao Wang next door.
Besides, this piece of land was approved with a loan. The sooner it is put into production, the sooner the results will be seen. Jingshu, a big boss, can go out without a penny of virtual currency and still say: I never carry money with me. If I can't pay my employees' salaries, I can still give them the red nematodes I produce myself, but I still have to repay the loan every month!
The factory in Golden Land is called Red Nematode Cake Processing Factory.
In order to enrich the taste, Jingshu plans to let the experts develop several more cheap and delicious flavors. These will be discussed later. First, the factory shelves need to be built, and most importantly, the pancakes need to be painted!
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"What are you doing?"
"I heard there's going to be a meeting. It was all over the place yesterday. It was said that the new boss wants to kick us all out. Zhang Zi, you've already agreed to hold the line with your hundreds of brothers. Aren't they going to open a factory? Just extort a few dozen security guard positions from them. If they don't agree, we'll make a scene, a scene as violent as we can, until their factory can't operate.
"Tsk tsk, Liuzi and the others were working as security guards for the police, with only one meal a day. It was so comfortable and relaxing. It's nothing like digging up corpses now, working like crazy just to get enough food." Lai Ziba said enviously.
Zhang Zi nodded silently without saying anything else. He clenched his fists. His wife and children were huddled in the room with other women for warmth. All he could do was work hard to earn virtual currency. The children received a government subsidy for one meal, but it was far from enough. He wanted to feed the mother and daughter, and he would do anything for this.
If someone forces them to leave at this time, then don't blame him for being rude, because the brothers behind him are all like this.
Most people held this idea. Half of the buildings in Wucheng city were destroyed, and they could never return to their original homes. Earthquakes occurred so frequently, and other shelters were full.
After the apocalypse, anyone who can pickle vegetables, grow vegetables, or has medical skills, as long as they are of some use in the apocalypse, will become a regular employee, or at least a temporary worker. But these office workers before the apocalypse are useless, so where can they go now?
The dilapidated factory building was utterly empty. Energy-saving lights were on, illuminating the crowds below. They were skinny, their faces pale and sallow, and they wore bizarre clothing made from whatever fabrics, plastic, sofa leather, and so on. A makeshift podium sat above. Jingshu took in the crowds...
It's like holding a martial arts conference to select a leader for the malnourished Beggars' Sect!
At this time, the gap can be seen at a glance. Only the middle class and formal workers who can afford to eat have rosy complexions and wear normal clothes before the end of the world. The class gap is obvious, as if a mark is printed on everyone's forehead, which has marked everyone as different levels.
Manager Tuo stood on the stage with a loud speaker and his first words were:
"Comrades, I have good news for you all!..."
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