Xu Xiangyang listened to their conversation without noticing anything amiss, so he patiently continued listening.
Liang Wenfang thought for a moment and said, "Director Xu hasn't been around lately, so you should try to impress Director Guan. Our factory needs talent right now, and if you stand out, you'll definitely get ahead."
“That’s true,” Wang Qin sighed and said, “but Director Xu doesn’t seem like someone who can be easily fooled. Don’t try to pull these tricks on him in the future.”
She was actually very guilty, but she didn't dare to do anything underhanded.
Every time she saw Xu Xiangyang, she felt inexplicably guilty, as if he could see right through people.
Despite his young age, he possesses an unusual sense of maturity.
That makes sense, though. If he didn't have the ability, why would he be sitting in the factory manager's position at such a young age?
"Oh, I think you're just worrying unnecessarily. I don't think he's that amazing at all," Liang Wenfang said dismissively.
In her opinion, Wang Qin was just too timid; how could she possibly become a cadre in the future?
Wang Qin wasn't angry and continued biting into her apple. "I think you should tone down your arrogance. That Factory Director Xu isn't so easily fooled. I'm not kidding if he gets you fired."
Liang Wenfang remained unconcerned, saying, "Stop talking and mind your own business."
After saying that, the two of them walked out, preparing to go back.
Xu Xiangyang looked at the two of them, wondering if they wanted to become cadres.
But things are basically stable at the factory now, so it's probably impossible to change jobs again.
But Liang Wenfang's disdain for people really made him uncomfortable.
He's a leader himself, why is he so condescending?
Back in the office, not long after, Liang Wenfang came over with some documents.
"Director Xu, there's a meeting at 2 PM this afternoon." After saying that, she put the documents on the table and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute," Xu Xiangyang called out to her, "Are you busy with work lately?"
Logically speaking, if he doesn't make specific arrangements, Liang Wenfang's job should be just like that of other clerical workers, which would be very easy.
"It's alright, what's wrong, Director Xu?" Liang Wenfang looked at him, puzzled.
Xu Xiangyang sat up straight and said, "No one has done the three bulletin boards in our factory yet. You will be in charge of doing them from now on. You can change them every week and they can't be repeated."
Haha, don't you think this factory manager isn't very capable?
Come here, I'll arrange a job for you so you can talk badly about others when you have nothing else to do. Let's see what you have to say now.
Liang Wenfang's eyes widened upon hearing his words. Had she heard correctly?
Write three bulletin boards, change them once a week, and they can't be repeated?
Liang Wenfang: !!!
Her expression was contorted, and she asked with a wry smile, "Director Xu, could you find a few more people? I'm afraid..."
She's afraid she won't be able to finish it at all!
What kind of job is this? Is this even considered a job? This looks more like punishment.
Xu Xiangyang frowned and said seriously, "What, are you questioning me?"
Upon hearing this, Liang Wenfang completely lost her temper.
Okay, okay, you're the factory manager, that's impressive!
"Haha, no, I can do it." She could only bite the bullet and agree.
What's going on here?! Why give her this kind of job? Couldn't they just let her be a secretary?
She went out with a long face, and all the way there she thought about just smashing her head against a wall and dying...
Xu Xiangyang felt very satisfied seeing her like this.
Some people just can't be spoiled. See? Spoiling them doesn't do any good!
At 2 p.m., the only people in the meeting room were Director Guan and two others: the factory committee members and the factory union members.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Guan Qilin stood up and began to speak, "Today I just wanted to talk about the factory's environmental problems, and also the workers' issues..."
Xu Xiangyang listened, then glanced at the other two.
The factory committee secretary was a woman in her forties with short, neatly combed hair that reached her ears.
His face was serious, like a school dean of students.
The union chairman was a bald man in his fifties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and looked rather greasy.
She looks like she eats well; her face is shiny with oil.
Guan Qilin's words were roughly about addressing the environmental issues in the factory.
Because after the factory was built, the surrounding garbage was not cleaned up, and some weeds grew rampant.
Spring is almost here, and the grass is sprouting.
Rotten branches and the like are piled up together, which really affects the appearance.
There's also the issue of the factory workers.
“Our factory needs to build dormitories; it’s too far from the city. Without a bicycle, it takes about four hours to walk there and back, which is too far.”
Xu Xiangyang had actually thought of this problem from the beginning, but the factory didn't have enough funds.
How can you build a house without money? Can you do it empty-handed?
"Director Guan, as far as I know, our factory doesn't have that much money, does it?" Hu Jiayuan, the factory party secretary, said, "Wanting to build houses is a good thing, but we should act within our means."
Her tone was flat, and it was unclear whether she was objecting or not.
“Funding is indeed a problem.” Guan Qilin nodded, then said, “However, the final payments for the summer clothes have been settled, so we should have some money. Plus, there will be subsidies and funding from higher authorities, so it should be enough.”
This garment factory is a new factory after all; it's simply impossible for it to be completely independent of higher-ups.
But the others didn't say anything, and their expressions weren't very supportive.
Xu Xiangyang naturally understood that building a house was not a simple matter, as anyone could say.
Things were not going well, and everyone fell silent.
In the end, no good ideas were offered, and Xu Xiangyang offered no opinions. The meeting then ended.
On the way back, Guan Qilin caught up with him and said, "Director Xu, why didn't you offer any suggestions just now? Did you have any ideas?"
He was very curious, but Xu Xiangyang didn't say a word or raise any questions like the others.
Xu Xiangyang stopped and said, "Director Guan, the doubts others have are also my doubts. But your starting point is good, it just needs some improvements. Our factory's conditions are not good enough, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get funding."
He's said everything he needed to say, so it's best not to offer any more opinions. He hasn't dealt with this before, and giving unsolicited advice would only make things worse.
Guan Qilin nodded, but he still wanted to hear what good suggestions Xu Xiangyang had, so the man strode away.
He smacked his lips, but didn't say what he wanted to say.
Okay, we'll talk about it next time.
Xu Xiangyang returned to his office, and seeing that no one was chasing after him, he closed the door and sat down at his desk.
Logically speaking, Guan Qilin's suggestion was a good thing, but he didn't earn much money this time, and he still had to consider the fabric for the autumn clothes.
The amount of money sent out each month is not small, but after careful calculation, it's not much money at all.
But compared to building a house, this is a huge expense, and it can't be solved with just two quarters' worth of money.
Xu Xiangyang thought that he still needed to study it further, and at least he shouldn't think about it for the next two years.
A short timeframe won't allow for stability; the important thing is to focus on developing ready-made garments.
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