Submersible motor factory, factory director's office.
Zhong Yutong leaned back in his boss's chair, looking pleased, and said to Wu Changfeng smugly, "That was great!"
"The treatment of the factory director and the deputy factory director is just different. The sofa and the desk are worlds apart!"
Wu Changfeng asked with a completely uninterested look, "Shouldn't you stand up now, walk into the tech office, call a meeting, and then fucking get my business done?"
Zhong Yutong stood up and said, "Look at what you're saying. I didn't become the factory director just for fun; I really want to save the motor factory."
"Let's go! I'll put the production plan into action right away!"
Wu Changfeng nodded with satisfaction: "A new broom sweeps clean, so let's start by establishing discipline!"
"Then there's product quality."
"Next, we need to rectify the factory's work ethic, give the workers hope, and let them know that waiting for handouts is a dead end. Only by uniting as one and working together can we create the life we want!"
Zhong Yutong nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, I've been by your side for so long, I've picked up some of your spiritual energy too."
Just as Zhong Yutong was about to take Huo Jiaqi down to the workshop, Factory Director Shen pushed open the door and walked in.
Both sides were taken aback when they met.
Factory Director Shen had sobered up and pointed at Zhong Yutong, yelling, "What are you doing in my office! How dare you!"
Zhong Yutong almost burst out laughing: "Comrade Chen, I'm afraid you don't know what's going on, do you?"
"What's the matter?" Director Shen asked.
"Heh." Zhong Yutong took out his key, locked the office, and left. "You should go report to the city archives bureau."
Factory Director Shen watched Zhong Yutong leave, completely bewildered.
After recovering from her shock, she chased after him, yelling, "Zhong Yutong, you've gone too far! How dare you lock my office? I'm firing you!"
This commotion drew curious glances from other offices, who muttered amongst themselves.
"Old Shen hasn't left yet?"
"I'm afraid he himself doesn't even know what happened."
"He never dreamed that a heavy drinking session would cost him his job."
"Serves them right! They have orders but don't produce them. We haven't received our bonuses in ages."
"Sigh, although Old Shen and the old factory director were about the same in terms of work ability, at least the old factory was still thinking about saving the factory. Old Shen did nothing, so it's better if he leaves."
"The sky has cleared up, and the rain has stopped."
Factory Director Shen turned to look at the chattering workers, stepped forward, and asked, "What nonsense are you spouting! I'm the factory director. Anyone who's gossiping is fired!"
The employees chuckled.
"You don't have that authority now."
"Old Shen, you were dismissed from your post, and you still don't know about this?"
"How much are you going to drink, haha?"
Old Shen's expression immediately changed: "Removal? Who dares to remove me? Is this a rumor? Absolutely a rumor!"
The employee said, "It's a vote by all employees to remove him. What, don't we employees have that right?"
Old Shen's mind went blank for a moment.
I almost fainted.
Leaning against the wall to calm himself, he said in an unfriendly tone, "That's impossible! Without supervision from higher-ups, the staff meeting has no effect whatsoever!"
"Old Shen, alcohol is a good thing, but you can't drink too much. Have you forgotten that Director Xue is here?"
Old Shen slapped his forehead, only then realizing that Director Xue had indeed arrived halfway through his drinking session.
If Director Xue is in charge, then any vote at the staff meeting will be valid.
Thinking of this, a surge of resentment welled up in Old Shen, and he pointed at the other employees, cursing, "I've always treated them so well! Why are you framing me like this!"
One worker shouted, "A factory manager who can't make money for us isn't a good factory manager! If we don't fire you, are we supposed to starve with you?!"
Old Shen gritted his teeth and asked, "Then who can help you make money? The market is in this mess right now!"
"Zhong Yutong! He has an order!"
Hiss~~~
Old Shen then realized that it was Zhong Yutong!
It's over, it's over!
My plan with Boss Chen has failed!
I originally hoped to make a few hundred thousand yuan from it, but now it seems my hopes have been completely dashed.
Like a defeated dog, Lao Shen had no choice but to accept reality and wandered aimlessly around the factory.
He saw Zhong Yutong leading technicians to arrange work in the workshop.
The long-sealed raw material warehouse was opened, and a group of employees began to collect raw materials, load them into carts, and hurriedly enter the workshop.
The lathes and assembly lines, which had been idle for a long time, roared to life again.
The female employee pulled out a thin copper wire and wound the coil around the rotor.
Huo Jiaqi watched closely from the side, constantly correcting any errors in the process.
Painting, coating, assembly...
The once lifeless workshop has been transformed into a vibrant and serious space.
Huo Jiaqi, as expected of a high-paid technician, is extremely demanding in every step of the process.
Huo Jiaqi meticulously corrected some procedures that were not considered major problems by the employees.
Not a single step off, not even a tiny bit off!
After all, Wu Changfeng's products are sold overseas, so the quality must be absolutely guaranteed!
Old Shen looked at the gradually recovering factory, walked out of the factory gate, and sighed.
A man abandoned by the times, the grand stage no longer belongs to him.
Huo Jiaqi actually spent three days in the workshop.
Even Zhong Yutong felt that the requirements were too high.
The product, which should have been taken offline in one day, was dragged out for three days by Huo Jiaqi.
This involved countless corrections and shouting.
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