"Director, what's going on? Why is this factory going to be sold? What will happen to us workers?"
"That's right, where are we going after the factory is sold?"
It had been quite a while since Jiang Yilu and Xia Ai came to inspect the factory last time. Rumor had spread in the factory that due to poor performance of their factory, the state had decided to sell the food factory to a private individual. This was like a bolt from the blue for the food factory employees who had always been proud of their identity as workers and had no sense of crisis.
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
The director of the food factory was smoking. These days, his hair was almost turning white with worry. The higher-ups had not given him an accurate answer on how to deal with the factory employees, and whether he, the director, should be transferred to another factory or...
The factory director took a deep puff of his cigarette, feeling overwhelmed with worry.
"We have never heard of workers being fired since the founding of the People's Republic of China. If we lose our jobs, we will make a scene. It doesn't make sense that we should be fired when other workers are doing well." One of the workers said angrily, "We were all assigned to this factory by the organization. If our factory is really sold to a private owner, the organization must give us an explanation."
"I agree!"
"I agree!"
The workers present all agreed with the person who spoke. There are only two possibilities for those who can become workers now. One is to be a junior high school or technical secondary school student. There are also a few high school students, all of whom are assigned by the organization. The other is retired soldiers, or their parents used to be employees of this factory and they took over after their parents retired.
No matter which one it is, it is enough to make them proud.
"I agree, I agree, what the hell." The factory director couldn't help but swear, threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground, and crushed the cigarette butt with his shoe. "Now you are filled with righteous indignation, what were you doing a few days ago? The county magistrate brought people to inspect the factory, but none of you were in the factory. I don't know where you went. The county magistrate couldn't see through our tricks. I'm afraid he knew about your shirking of work a long time ago, so he completely gave up on our food factory."
He pointed at the workers present one by one. Those workers who had signed in and left that day, and were later hurriedly called back by him, all lowered their heads in shame.
"But there's no work in the factory. We have nothing to do here."
"That's right. Don't think we don't know. Director, you were called here in a hurry. You said we should take a look at ourselves first."
The workers below glanced at the factory director and murmured to themselves.
"I, can I do the same as you? I, I was out inspecting the business and wanted to increase the revenue for our factory." The factory director said with a red face, looking a little timid.
In fact, on the day Jiang Yiluo came, he was still at home coaxing his precious grandson. It was only when someone from the factory came to notify him that he hurried to the factory.
To be honest, this factory is really not doing well. At the beginning, there were still some orders for biscuits and pastries, but for some reason, the things they made always tasted worse than those made by other factories. At the beginning, there were few food on the market, and even if it was made into pig feed, some people still bought it with a pinch of nose. Now that everyone's life is better, more and more food factories are opening, and the products of their factory are becoming less and less sellable, and all are piled up in the warehouse.
Not to mention being a worker, he was impatient to stay in this factory.
"Factory, factory director, people, people are coming!"
The old man guarding the gate ran into the factory in a hurry. He ran so fast that he was out of breath. He spoke incoherently, "This little foreign car is so, so impressive."
The old man was a little excited. At his age, he had only seen a big truck up close once, and that was when the food factory was just built. Later, the factory's performance was not good, and the truck was taken away by other factories. He could only take a look at it when the factory needed to ship goods.
Now a high-end car suddenly comes to the factory. How can it not be surprising?
Even in the capital, this type of car is relatively rare, and for ordinary people, the price is out of reach.
"I'm afraid someone from above is coming. Okay, okay, go back to your post." The factory director waved his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, wet his hands with water in the cup, and combed his hair.
"Let's go out and take a look. Maybe the person who bought our factory is here. Let's go over and ask him how to arrange for us workers." One of the workers suggested to the factory manager.
The factory manager thought about it carefully, looked at the expectant eyes of all the employees, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, then you can go together, but don't quarrel. If you offend people, it will be even more troublesome."
"Director, we will all listen to you and make sure we don't talk nonsense."
"Don't worry, Director."
The workers agreed one after another, and the old factory director felt a little relieved. He walked in front and led them out.
"Huo, this car is not cheap, right?" Everyone walked to the open space in front of the food factory, where a cool white car was parked. The low streamlined body made it look very different from the common angular models nowadays.
It looks very expensive and rare at first glance.
The workers present were frightened by the high-end car before they even saw the person who was said to have bought the factory. All the plans in their minds were instantly dashed.
It has always been the nature of most people not to dare to provoke those in power.
"How much does this car cost?"
"Ten thousand?"
"At least add a zero."
The people in the factory were pointing and talking at the car. Jiang Yilu, who was still sitting in the car and had not gotten out, had left a very deep impression on them.
Respect the clothes first and then the person, this principle is the same everywhere. Jiang Yiluo specially asked Xia Ai to find this Citroen CX20, in order to give the workers in the factory a warning and make them feel that the boss who came is not easy to mess with.
After all, he is relatively young. Even though he deliberately dressed more maturely today, wearing a suit and tie, and combing his hair back with hairspray, he still looks to be in his early twenties. If he had walked or ridden a bicycle today, the employees in the factory probably would not have taken him seriously from the beginning.
Jiang Yilu was very satisfied with this appearance, and seeing that the time was almost up, he nodded to Xia Ai, and the two of them got out of the car with two bodyguards in black.
These two bodyguards were soldiers borrowed from Cheng Ying just for show.
"Cough cough." Jiang Yilu coughed a few times, waking up the workers who were still staring at the car.
"Hello, hello. May I ask who you are?" The old factory director looked at Jiang Yilu and Xia Ai. Although they were dressed differently today, he still recognized them. These two were the two young men who accompanied the county magistrate to inspect the factory that day.
"This food factory has been sold to me. This is the document from above." Jiang Yilu handed the red-headed document to the factory director. The old factory director took out a pair of reading glasses from the front pocket of his clothes and read through it word by word.
"Let's find a bigger place first and call all the workers over. I also need to inform them about the arrangements for the original workers in the food factory." Jiang Yilu saw that he had almost finished his inspection, so he took a look at the workers who looked nervous, and said softly.
"Yes, yes, yes. You, go and call all the workers in the factory over and bring the roster with you. No one can be left behind." The factory director called over the young man next to him and said seriously.
"this--"
"My surname is Jiang." Jiang Yiliu saw his confusion, "This one's surname is Xia." He pointed at Xia Ai again.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Xia." The old factory manager said anxiously, "I don't know how the higher-ups will arrange for us old employees. To be honest, the workers in our factory have elderly parents and young children to support. The whole family depends on this salary to support them. We can't afford to lose this job, otherwise we will all be left with nothing."
"Besides, there has never been such a thing before. Our factory is not doing well, but there are many other factories that are losing more than ours. If the workers lose their jobs and feel dissatisfied, it will become a big deal and it will be difficult to handle."
The old factory manager first talked about the workers' difficulties, and then pointed out the possible negative effects if the workers lost their jobs. Jiang Yilu smiled and did not answer his question directly.
"Let's go in first, and then talk about it when everyone is here."
"Okay, okay." A hint of disappointment flashed across the old factory director's eyes, but after looking at Jiang Yilu's expression, he felt that the situation wasn't particularly serious.
"Everyone, please be quiet. You have all heard about our factory being sold these days. Mr. Jiang is the person who bought our factory. Let's hear what Mr. Jiang will say about how to deal with our employees." The old factory director stood on the stage and spoke to the room full of workers.
"This new boss looks too young."
"You're young, what's there to be afraid of? They have plenty of money. Look at that luxury car outside. And our factory is a big one after all. It would cost at least one or two hundred thousand to buy it."
The workers in the audience were talking about it. The factory was really sold, so where would they go? Everyone was a little confused.
"Hello everyone, from today on, this food factory is no longer state-owned, but mine privately. I know that everyone is worried about what will happen to their jobs, here, I can assure you that I will not fire any employee for at least five years." Jiang Yilu took the loudspeaker handed over by the old factory director, and his cold voice was clearly heard by every worker.
"Five years? What does that mean? Are you going to fire us after five years?" a worker stood up and asked loudly.
I have never heard of a worker being fired. The iron rice bowl is an iron rice bowl because it cannot be broken.
"That's right. Moreover, we were assigned to this food factory by the state and we are paid by the state. Now that the higher-ups have sold this factory, they should assign us to other factories." How could the workers in this small private factory be the same as the workers in state-owned enterprises? If it was really like what the young man surnamed Jiang said, they would probably not be able to hold their heads up when visiting relatives during the New Year and other festivals in the future.
"I think the factory director and the accountant know how much money this food factory loses every year. Your salary is allocated from other profitable factories every year. And there are more than one such factory. Today I bought the food factory, and every day, other factories with poor profits will be sold."
Jiang Yilu didn't seem to care about the doubts of the workers below him, and continued to speak calmly: "This factory is now my personal property. I can't and don't need to support a group of people who only take money but don't work. Five years is the deadline set for me by the state."
Xia Ai frowned, wondering why Jiang Yilu would talk about this matter so carelessly. Isn't he afraid of a workers' riot?
"We don't want to work in your factory. I want to find a leader. We are all workers of the state, and the state should arrange our next job. Five years! How old are we this year? If we are fired in five years, what will happen to our families? Who will take care of our family's food, drink, defecation and urination? The higher-ups must give us an explanation for this matter."
The workers present were outraged after hearing Jiang Yilu's words and wanted to go to their superiors to protest.
"I have made it very clear just now. The food factory I bought is the first state-owned enterprise sold to a private enterprise, but it is definitely not the last. Can you guarantee that the next factory you go to will not be the next one to be sold? There will be plenty of time for you to argue later. Now, just listen to what I have to say."
Jiang Yilu's voice was still clear and cold, and there was no change in the ups and downs of his tone. But it was this voice that calmed the workers who were filled with resentment. Although they still looked resentful, they at least calmed down a little and listened to Jiang Yilu finish his words.
"Like I just said, this food factory is my personal property from now on. I won't spend money on workers who only take the money but don't work, but for those workers who work hard, I guarantee that your salary will not be lower than that of workers in any other factory. Starting from this week, all workers will have their monthly salary increased by 5 yuan on top of the original salary. Performance appraisal will be conducted every three months, and employees with outstanding work ability will have their monthly salary increased by 2 yuan after the appraisal. If other state-owned enterprise workers get a salary increase, your salary will also increase. In other words, as long as you can make achievements, I will not fire you. On the contrary, your salary working in my factory will be much higher than those workers working in state-owned enterprises."
This was something Jiang Yilu and Xia Ai had discussed. If they wanted the horse to run faster, it had to eat more grass. He believed that these workers were not used to being lazy from the beginning. As long as there was enough temptation, he would be able to lure them over.
"Of course, I will still pay the monthly salary for those who don't work hard, but the salary increase has nothing to do with you. When five years are up, I will have completed the requirements put forward by the country when selling the factory to me. At that time, it will be your freedom to work wherever you want." Jiang Yilu looked at the workers with different expressions on the stage, waiting for them to figure it out themselves.
"Are you really going to give us a five dollar raise every month starting from this month?" A worker in the audience gritted his teeth, looked up at Jiang Yilu and asked loudly.
"That's right, everyone will get extra." Five yuan is not a small number in the minds of ordinary people. In a year, it is a full sixty yuan. Now pork is only 80 or 90 cents per pound. With these sixty yuan, the family can feel a lot more comfortable.
"Our factory's performance is so poor. What if you can't pay the wages?" Although the pie is painted well, the workers also have their own doubts. The factory was making losses before and received government subsidies, but can a private boss have so much money to spend?
"Now that the factory is in my hands, I will naturally not use the previous production model. What I want to produce is different, and the content of your work is also different. As for the issue of losses."
Jiang Yiliu smiled and pointed to the door: "See that car? Do you think I still need that little money?"
Xia Ai's mouth twitched at his boastful look. If you didn't know, you would really think that was his car.
But the workers all believed it. Looking at the car and Jiang Yilu's particularly wealthy outfit today, they felt particularly at ease.
Although the factory has become privately owned, a wealthy boss has come and offered to increase wages. This seems to be a good thing, the workers thought to themselves.
"Everyone, go back and think about it carefully. In a few days, I will send someone to re-plan all the work and equipment in our factory. The work content of each worker will be different from before. If you want to stay in this factory, work hard. If you don't want to stay, just go to the factory director and sign. I will pay you five years' salary, and you don't have to come. I don't need that little money."
Jiang Yilu spoke clearly and concisely, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at the factory director, which made the old factory director flattered.
Does this new boss mean that he is still the director of this factory?
The phrase "not short of money" was as arrogant as it could be, but to the workers, it sounded very down-to-earth. Xia Ai looked at Jiang Yiliu, who didn't blush, and wondered which of them was the third generation.
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