At the No. 1 City Automobile Factory, Zhu Youliang had just returned from a long-distance phone call when Xiao Wang, the Sales Section Chief, came to visit. The factory originally didn't have a sales department. After all, no one knew when the car would be ready. So, once the motorcycles were ready, Xiao Wang was thrust into the role of Sales Section Chief, a lone commander, without a single employee. As for how he got the job, it was because, among the other technicians, he was chosen for his high education, thick skin, and quick tongue.
Section Chief Xiao Wang, whose real name was Wang Xing, wiped the sweat from his forehead upon meeting Zhu Youliang. Then he took the chair opposite him and said, "Director Zhu, please don't take a holiday until the New Year. I'm so miserable if I don't make money." Other salespeople worry about not being able to sell their products, but he, on the other hand, had the opposite idea. After the motorcycle was built, their first priority was exporting it. After all, few people were willing to spend six or seven thousand yuan on a motorcycle these days; they could easily buy two tractors. When the motorcycle was first built, only the factory director and a technician from the provincial capital bought one. But the motorcycle immediately attracted a lot of attention. Upon learning that their motorcycles were a thousand or two thousand yuan cheaper than similar domestic models, many people came to them, even calling from other provinces to inquire about them. It was then that he realized that, unknowingly, there were already many people earning ten thousand yuan and becoming wealthy. However, they were an automobile factory, with only one motorcycle production line. Beyond the initial sales, the remaining production was only enough for export.
Zhu Youliang shook his head. "Let's talk about it next year. We've been working overtime for almost two months, and there's no holiday for the Lunar New Year. Do you think the workers will tear the factory apart? Also, remember, we're an automobile factory, and motorcycles are just a sideline. Making motorcycles is mainly to address financial difficulties, and it's also a way to give everyone a little something for the Lunar New Year." When the automobile factory was built, not only did the machinery factory invest, but he also personally borrowed a large sum from the bank. Adding the technical shares he and Liang Yuan held, that brought his total share to 60 percent. He wanted to be able to make the decisions himself. So, he was now burdened with debt. Cars aren't built in a day, at least that's what everyone thinks. But if things take too long, people tend to lose confidence, which is why he's building motorcycles.
"How about adding another production line?" Wang Xing asked tentatively.
"We have to wait until the money from Smith arrives. We can't take too big a step at once. Just remember, no matter who asks, just tell them to wait a little longer. Otherwise, they can pay a deposit first. After this batch of goods is sold out, we will sell it to whoever pays the deposit first." Zhu Youliang thought for a while and thought it would be nice to make some money first.
"Okay, Mr. Zhu, I'll be leaving first," Wang Xing said, and he left. Many people had indeed called to ask about it, but none of them were as urgent as he'd suggested. He simply felt it would be a shame not to make money, so he decided to ask.
Wang Xing had just left when Guo Daqiang came in with a bag under his arm. "You're such a good guy! It's so hard for me to even see you," Guo Daqiang said as he sat down on the sofa.
"It's because there's no one around and there are too many things to worry about. I'm so busy that I can't even keep my feet on the ground." Zhu Youliang said as he poured him a cup of tea.
"That's perfect. I'm here to help you solve this problem." Guo Daqiang put down the cup and said.
"Who is it? Do I know him?"
"You don't know him, but he's an old classmate of mine. I guarantee you that he's a perfect person. He and I both have a technical background, and his technical skills are slightly worse than mine, but he's much better at managing people. But he wasn't as lucky as me. After graduation, he was assigned to a machinery factory under the jurisdiction of the neighboring province, which went bankrupt some time ago. I thought you were short of a deputy factory director, so I thought of introducing him to you. Don't worry, if you have a better candidate, just tell us. We're all good friends." Guo Daqiang said as he lit a cigarette.
"I stay in the factory all day, so I don't know many people. Xiao Wang, who just left, was temporarily appointed by me as the head of the sales department. However, the position of deputy factory director is more important. From now on, except for major events, all the work in the factory will probably be on his shoulders, so I have to meet him first." Zhu Youliang said happily.
"Of course you've agreed. I'll call him when I get back and ask him to come over. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now," Guo Daqiang said, standing up. It was the end of the year, and he was very busy.
"How about eating before leaving?"
"No."
Not long after Guo Daqiang left, the bell for the end of work rang, and many people ran to the cafeteria. Recently, due to the heavy workload at the factory, they have to work two hours overtime almost every day. Fortunately, there is overtime pay for overtime work, and the food in the cafeteria has improved a lot. Many people have not only not lost weight, but have gained a lot of weight. Thinking of having a good year, everyone said they were tired, but they were still happy in their hearts. With the return of educated youth to the city, job opportunities have become increasingly scarce. In their area, the automobile factory is a hot commodity. Even if there is no regular staff, many people are willing to come. When the automobile factory was first established, many people who were recruited from outside had no confidence. They are contract workers, different from those transferred from the machinery factory. Although the factory treats them the same, they are always a little panicked, afraid that if the factory goes bankrupt, they will have nothing to do. Being busy makes them feel more at ease.
Wang Qiang was recruited from outside. He had been sent to the countryside, and when he finally returned, he found there was no place for him at home. His parents' jobs didn't allow him to work, and he had little money, so he didn't even have the courage to move out. He had to sleep in the main room every night. Even though he was old, no one dared to mention marriage, because where would he live after getting married? He had looked for work before, but unfortunately, he went to the countryside halfway through high school. He had no skills and no connections to start a small business. Just when he was feeling depressed, he heard from an old classmate that the car factory was hiring. He hadn't expected to get in, but who knew that he had a stroke of luck and got a job helping to move some things on the way. Although he was just a general worker, he was very satisfied. Later, he learned that the things he helped move were the car factory's goods, and they had hit a car when the car broke down. As soon as the dormitory was built, he moved out, although his family treated him better because he was working at the car factory.
The work of a general worker wasn't easy, but he found it particularly rewarding. He couldn't help but smile when he thought about the factory's promise of an extra month's salary for the Lunar New Year. Although he'd only been working for six months, he'd already saved some money. When he had enough, he planned to marry.
Soon, it was his turn to get his meal, and he hurriedly handed his plate in. The person serving the food was a round-faced girl, whom everyone called Xiaohong. He thought she was particularly pretty, so he always lined up at her window.
The meal was ready, and he was about to leave with the plate when Xiaohong suddenly stopped him. "Wait, there's a chicken drumstick here. The factory manager said it's going to be shipped soon. You've all worked hard these past few days, so I'll give you a snack." After saying that, she gave him a soft smile.
"The factory director is so nice." Wang Qiang said sincerely, with a blush on his face, which was caused by talking to Xiaohong for the first time.
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