Xing Baohua ultimately left three hundred yuan for Secretary Huang.
Fifty yuan of it was given to the only child of the deceased primary school principal, Teacher Li.
Fifty yuan will be used for cleaning up the straw rope factory. The rest, Secretary Huang can find a way to hire a teacher. This money will be considered Xing Baohua's own donation and will not be included in the contract fee.
According to Xing Baohua's calculations, the 200 yuan salary for hiring a teacher, plus the village subsidy, would be enough to cover a year's expenses.
Once his business is up and running, he can afford to pay the salaries of just two or three teachers; it's not like he's making a huge investment like building a school.
When he has over a million yuan in his pocket, he plans to build a vocational school specifically to supply his company with top students. These days, even a vocational school graduate with good grades and some connections can get a government-assigned job.
People are eager to work for his village-run enterprise. Even if you offered money to poach a college graduate, you couldn't get one. Technical talent is highly sought after. Even a large factory like the machinery plant only gets a handful of college graduates assigned there each year, and that's only because it's close to a university of science and technology.
Secretary Huang wanted to take Xing Baohua to the banquet, since he had given the most money and was entitled to a seat of honor.
Xing Baohua declined, saying, "Secretary, let's forget about it. We won't have the banquet. Everyone's already strapped for cash, and I don't want to cause any trouble. I have things to do back home. Really."
Secretary Huang thought it was just polite talk, but Xing Baohua really had something to do. After a few more pleasantries, Xing Baohua hurried back to his bicycle.
Secretary Huang watched his departing figure, sighed softly, and shook his head.
He knew a bit more about the local situation than others; the village subscribed to a newspaper. He could glean some important information about the current situation from the newspaper.
People like Xing Baohua who run factories have been featured in many newspaper reports; this reflects a certain trend. Whether they will succeed, however, remains to be seen.
Straw rope factories used to be a major source of income for the village. But why did they gradually go out of business?
Xing Baohua didn't know if his factory could support a school. He only knew that this was the only chance the village primary school would have.
Xing Baohua hurriedly rode his bicycle back to the shop, wiped the sweat from his face, and quickly drank some water. Turning to Liu Quan, who was soldering something on a circuit board, he asked, "Where's Xu Shuai?"
"They went out, but didn't say where they were going," Liu Quan replied, stopping what he was doing.
“I asked him to fix the refrigerator, but he hasn’t finished yet. It’s getting hotter and hotter, so I’ll wait for him to come back and get a fan instead,” Xing Baohua said.
"I have a fan, but I haven't picked it up yet," Liu Quan replied.
"What does this mean? The factory is still paying out?" Xing Baohua really didn't expect this time.
Seeing Liu Quan nod, he said, "Every year the factory distributes a few machines to each workshop. Although our place is small, it's still a department. You can write a form, stamp it with your seal, and I'll go pick it up this afternoon."
"What a great thing! Why didn't you say so earlier? Let's get one first, or three in total," Xing Baohua said happily.
"What's the point of having so many? Two are enough. They won't give us any more." Liu Quan's expression was somewhat helpless. He had thought that Xing Baohua would give each of them one.
After catching her breath, Xing Baohua returned to her workbench, took out her notebook, and began to write and draw.
The calculator's circuit diagram was still in his mind; he needed to draw it out in detail so that Director Li could see what professional skill was.
It's a pity there's no CAD software. I'll ask Zhang Xuebao if it's available for purchase. Oh, and Section Chief Shen, we should also buy a few sets of the software during the procurement process, so we can legitimately occupy the computer room.
The windows in the computer room are a bit too transparent; curtains should be added. The constant flow of people in the hallway is affecting his work efficiency.
When he went to the cafeteria for lunch, Su Ya had already gotten her food and was waiting for him.
The two were chatting and laughing, which aroused whispers among many people.
Xing Baohua didn't care about these idle gossips.
Soon there will be two directors in one department. This has never happened before since the factory was built.
There will be even more gossip then, and I'll need to adapt to the factory's pace.
After finishing their meal, they hurried back, even though Su Ya wanted to take him to the grove for a heart-to-heart talk, to sit back to back for a while. But this guy had no interest in that! He'd been so busy these past two days that he was already stressed, and now, with another "source of fire" around, the fire in his heart and kidneys was impossible to suppress.
Just as they returned to the shop, they heard a loud motorcycle roar. Liu Quan peeked out the door, not recognizing the rider. Xing Baohua followed him to take a look, wondering who it was.
A bright green Changjiang 750 sidecar motorcycle was parked in front of the store.
Xing Baohua recognized the three people he had eaten with yesterday.
Sun Changjie got out of the sidecar, looked up at Xing Baohua without saying a word, and waited for his two other companions to come over.
Xing Baohua wasn't looking at anyone, but at the car. His eyes were tinged with a red glint; he desperately wanted one of those things.
It's not that driving one of these things is particularly cool, but rather that his calves have become quite muscular lately from cycling. Occasionally, his calves even ache and hurt when touched.
In this sweltering heat, buying a car to enjoy the breeze would be nice. Unfortunately, he's simply not qualified to buy one.
He stepped forward and ushered the three into the house. He said to Liu Quan, "Go and get two fans."
"Where's the order form?" Liu Quan was about to leave when he remembered something and asked Xing Baohua for it.
He almost mistook the factory warehouse for his own home. He hurriedly went to fill out an order, took out a small stamp from the drawer, breathed on it, and stamped it on the signature area.
After finishing, I quickly got stools for the three of them. Luckily, there was still half a watermelon left from the morning, so I quickly cut it up and shared it.
The three of them didn't sit down, and they didn't even eat the watermelon.
Liu Haibo looked around as soon as he entered the room; it was empty and there was nothing there.
“Your place is practically a vacuum,” Liu Haibo said.
“Indeed, the department has only been open for less than a month. Besides, it doesn’t need particularly good conditions here,” Xing Baohua said.
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