Chapter 245 Conservative Thought
Bai Zhuangzhi took the letter with some surprise. Who would send him a letter?
Just as he was about to open the envelope, he glanced warily at the workshop director beside him.
The workshop director stretched his neck to come closer, gave a sly smile, and walked out the door happily with the enamel cup in his hand, not forgetting to give a reminder as he walked.
"Old White, don't forget the meeting later."
After the workshop director left, Bai Zhuangzhi opened the envelope. When he saw the contents of the letter, his eyes immediately lit up.
After reading the entire letter, he stuffed the envelope into his pocket, hurried out of the office and headed towards the meeting room.
When he arrived at the conference room, it was already full of people.
He just found a seat and sat down when the workshop director came over again.
"Old White, who wrote that letter to you just now?"
"Look at your flushed face now. Could it be that some female comrade wrote you a letter?"
Bai Zhuangzhi was in a very good mood at the moment. When he heard what the workshop director said, he changed his usual serious and reserved demeanor and actually started joking with the workshop director.
"You guessed it right. It was a letter written to me by a lesbian."
The workshop director was just joking, but he didn't expect Bai Zhuangzhi to admit it?
"you……"
Just as he was about to ask further questions, Dongfang Ding walked into the meeting room.
The conference room fell silent in an instant.
"Please everyone stay for the meeting tonight. I think everyone is clear about the topic of today's meeting."
Dongfang Ding looks gentle, but he is decisive in his actions. He gets straight to the point and doesn't want to waste time.
The other people in the meeting room had obviously gotten used to Dongfang Ding's style of doing things during this period, and they all looked calm.
Huang Baogui sat on the chair, his eyes full of disdain.
"Director, no matter what you say today, I, Huang Baogui, do not agree to restart the production line of walking tractors."
Dongfang Ding narrowed his eyes and looked at Huang Fugui with coldness in his eyes, but his expression did not change at all.
"Director Huang, you're young, but you're quite conservative. I don't know how you got to be the director."
This statement clearly states that Huang Baogui has no ability and became the director by relying on backdoors.
Everyone in the conference room was shocked when they first heard the tit-for-tat between the two, but with a small meeting every two days and a big meeting every three days, everyone got used to the obvious conflict between Dongfang Ding and Huang Baogui.
"Director, please don't mock me. I'd like to agree, but the original production line is many years old. If we restart it now, we need to repair it, but the cost of repairing it is not as much as purchasing a new production line."
Although Huang Baogui is usually not popular, his words are recognized by everyone at this moment.
Some people who tend to be conservative couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"Yes, what Director Huang said makes sense."
"The factory hasn't been doing well in recent years. Where would we get the money to buy a new production line?"
"I think it would be more practical for the factory to increase revenue and reduce costs."
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Huang Baogui listened to what the people around him said and gave Dongfang Ding a smug smile.
"Director, you see, I'm not the only one who thinks this way. Everyone thinks this way."
Dongfang Ding glanced at the people who had just spoken one by one, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, you said we should increase revenue and cut costs, so how should we increase revenue and cut costs? Should we lay off those people first? Or should we cut someone's salary first?"
I closed my mouth the moment I opened it, afraid that I would become the unlucky one in the next second.
Dongfang Ding sneered, "You guys have lived your lives in vain, and you haven't figured out what a young woman like Su Nanzhi has."
Huang Baogui was not afraid of being laid off, and his tone was still very firm.
“Even if we want to restore the original production line, where is the money?”
He didn't think that Dongfang Ding, the newly appointed factory director, had a way to solve the money problem, or that he would be willing to gamble the rest of his career on a half-dead tractor factory.
Dongfang Ding saw Huang Baogui's confidence and smiled in his surprised eyes.
"Director Huang, don't worry about that. Before I came to Zhoushan County, I applied for funding from provincial leaders. If there are no problems, the production line will be ready for our factory next month at the latest."
Huang Baogui's pride disappeared in an instant. He didn't expect that Dongfang Ding had thought of restarting the collection and payment tractor so early.
"Director, you applied for funds in our factory's name. If you can't pay back the money, what will happen to our factory?"
"When we produce the tractors, who will we sell them to? Do you think we'll just rely on that Su Nanzhi?"
"By then, relying on Sunanzhi's ability to sell two tractors a month, how long will it take for us to make back our profits from this new production line?"
Huang Baogui was still somewhat capable, as he expressed the concerns of everyone present.
The conference room fell silent in an instant.
It was at this moment that Bai Zhuangzhi suddenly stood up and slammed the table.
"What's wrong with Comrade Su? At least he was able to sell two tractors in the first month."
"You, Huang Baogui, have been working at the tractor factory for so many years. Can you dare to tell me how many tractors you have sold?"
No one expected that Bai Zhuangzhi, who was usually like a transparent man, would suddenly go berserk.
The workshop director pulled Bai Zhuangzhi, trying to calm him down.
Walter White has really forgotten the self-cultivation of a fence-sitter.
Bai Zhuangzhi shook off the workshop director's hand and slammed the table again.
"Now Comrade Su may sell less than two tractors a month, but the next month he may sell 20, 200, or even 2,000."
"Director Huang, how can you be so sure that Comrade Su can only sell two tractors a month?"
Huang Baogui didn't expect that the usually cowardly Bai Zhuangzhi would suddenly attack him. He was unable to react for a moment and blurted out.
"That early-dead Su Nanzhi..."
Halfway through his speech, he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have, and his face suddenly turned pale. However, most people just thought that Huang Baogui was cursing Su Nanzhi because he hated her, and didn't think much about it.
Dongfang Ding didn't think that Huang Baogui's defense would be broken so easily. He looked at Huang Baogui with a hint of scrutiny.
"Director Huang, although Comrade Su isn't a formal employee of the tractor factory, he's still one of our brothers and sisters. Furthermore, Comrade Su even helped us dispose of two of our inventory tractors. If word of yours gets out, I wonder how many people will be saddened."
Dongfang Ding said this without missing Huang Baogui's expression for a second. Huang Baogui quickly realized his own gaffe, but Dongfang Ding couldn't tell.
"I'm sorry, it was just a slip of the tongue. I still agree with Comrade Su..."
Huang Baogui was halfway through his words when there was a knock on the conference room door.
The security guard was standing at the door with a letter in his hand.
The old man was not at all uncomfortable being stared at by everyone. He handed the letter to Dongfang Ding and turned away.
Dongfang Ding had a letter stuffed into his hand, and his expression was a little puzzled. Who would send him a letter?
However, compared to continuing to listen to Huang Baogui's nonsense, he would rather open the envelope and see who sent the letter to him.
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