Inside the workshop.
The clock points to 10 PM.
Wu Changfeng clapped his hands: "Alright, everyone stop working. We have to go to work tomorrow."
The workers were full of energy, shouting and cheering:
"Factory manager, what time is it? Let's work a little longer."
"Don't stop! I'll be done in a minute."
"Damn, it's already 10 o'clock."
Wu Changfeng advised, "It's not easy to walk at night. Get some rest and be well-rested so you can work again tomorrow."
The workers sighed and lined up to settle their accounts, carrying the assembled antennas.
"Factory manager, I made 10, pretty impressive, right? 5 yuan, hehe."
Wu Changfeng generously counted out the money and handed it to him, saying, "Take it safe, don't lose it. Next."
"You call making 10 impressive? Factory manager, I'll make 12!"
"You're terrible, factory manager! I had 15!"
The worker's words shocked everyone.
That's fucking awesome!
Everyone else is assembling one set every half hour, but this guy assembles three sets in an hour!
"7.5 yuan, here you go, keep up the good work." Wu Changfeng smiled and took out the money.
The more you do, the more I earn.
After settling the bill, the best performer received 7.5 yuan, most received 5 yuan, and a few workers received 4 yuan.
He was ridiculed by the other workers.
The few mediocre workers blushed and declared, "Tomorrow we'll crush your output!"
Amidst laughter and chatter, the workers pushed their bicycles, bathed in moonlight, on their way home.
A worker named Wang Yong rushed home.
His wife glared at him coldly and asked, "Where have you been gallivanting off to? Were you drinking?"
Wang Yong glared at him: "Drink my ass! Heat up my food."
"You dare talk back? You've gone too far! Look at your lousy factory, you barely make any money every day. If you raise your voice again, I'll beat you to death!"
Wang Yong is usually afraid of his wife.
The main reason is that his own factory is so bad that his monthly salary is not even as high as his wife's.
Family status declines sharply along with wages.
I have to report my allowance every time, and they'll nitpick and scold me for days before giving me a few cents to buy cigarettes.
But this time...
Wang Yong took a deep breath.
he--
They stood up!
He pulled a 7.5 yuan bill from his pocket and threw it in his wife's face: "You think I can't make money? What's this? Pick it up, hmph!"
"Oh my!" The wife was shocked when she saw the loose change scattered on the floor.
I quickly picked them up and counted them; they amounted to a total of 7.5 yuan!
"Where did you get the money? It's not time to get paid yet," his wife's voice softened.
Wang Yong sat down in the chair with an air of nonchalance and said smugly, "What, you can't make money without a salary? You're just a woman, what do you know!"
"You—" His wife was furious, but she managed to suppress her anger and asked in a gentle voice, "Explain yourself clearly, I'm afraid you've gone astray."
If you, Wang Yong, say you stole it, I'll be the first to turn against you for the greater good!
Wang Yong rolled up his sleeves: "It's all my money! I'm the pillar of the entire factory! Nobody gets as much bonus as me!"
"Bonus? Your factory is about to go bankrupt, how can you still give out bonuses?" My wife didn't believe it at all.
“Our factory changed managers a long time ago. I won’t go home until I get my salary, which is at least 300 yuan!”
"Hiss~!~" My wife was dumbfounded, and said in a trembling voice, "So many? What are you all doing?"
"Producing a high-tech product is something you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you; it's all about basic wages plus piece-rate wages."
"Where did the 7.5 yuan come from?"
Wang Yong said, "As long as I work overtime at night, I get paid in cash for every piece. I made 15 pieces in 5 hours, and I got 50 cents for each one. That's how I earned it."
Wow, honey, you're amazing!
When his wife heard that he had earned the money himself, she was completely relieved and happily counted the banknotes.
Wang Yong shouted, "Aren't you going to fetch me some water to wash my feet?"
"I—" The wife gritted her teeth: "Okay, as long as my husband makes more money, I'll even wash your feet."
Wang Yong felt that his status in the family had risen dramatically.
I felt incredibly happy.
Having money is so great! The tigress turns into a docile kitten, haha.
Another place.
Zhang Jianguo angrily pushed open the door to his home. His wife, still half asleep, said, "Why are you so late? Come and eat, don't wake the kids."
"I can't eat."
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Jianguo said regretfully, "The factory organized overtime work, but I'm so clumsy, I only earned 4 yuan and was laughed at."
"Huh? Your factory requires overtime?" My wife was incredulous, then she realized, "How much do you think they earn?"
"I only made 4 yuan."
"Isn't that enough?"
"Everyone else is paying 5 yuan, but the highest is 7.5 yuan!"
My wife was shocked. 7.5 yuan?
I can earn over 220 yuan a month just by working overtime!
What's going on?
She asked, "Is someone at the factory bullying you? Why is there such a big difference in treatment even though we're both working overtime?"
Zhang Jianguo said, "No, it's piecework. You get paid whatever you do, however much or how little you do. You get 50 cents for each piece you assemble. It's all my fault for not knowing how to do it properly."
"You'll get used to it eventually. It's not like a person has four arms. But speaking of which, your factory has come back to life, hasn't it?"
Wang Yong recounted what had happened at the factory in the past few days.
His wife was surprised and said, "Isn't this a good thing? Your salary is much higher than before. Be content."
Wang Yong thought for a long time, but couldn't swallow his anger: "You just said that a person doesn't have four arms?"
"Yeah, wouldn't that be a monster?"
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