Only Secretary Yan seemed to be watching the whole situation unfold as if he were observing a spectacle.
I don't know who spread the rumor that after the rice industry is integrated into a conglomerate, a joint-stock company will be established and stocks will be issued.
The anger that had been suppressed in many people was stirred up again.
The lower-level employees all thought that the stock distribution was like a dividend, much more valuable than the year-end bonus.
The rice mill operates on a shareholding dividend system, and workers receive substantial dividend bonuses every year.
Unfortunately, this system only exists in rice factories, and people who want to work there are desperate for it.
Now that they're talking about integrating the group, the companies belonging to Xing Baohua will be merged into one, and the other factories will be able to implement a share dividend system.
Workers ask grassroots cadres for information, grassroots key personnel ask supervisors for information, and supervisors ask managers or factory directors for information.
Since hearing Xing Baohua's words, Lei Jun has been paying close attention to changes in the company. He has also heard people in the general office talking about the establishment of a group.
Some people even approached him to ask for information, since he was the boss's assistant and it was normal for him to know something about the situation.
Lei Jun knew nothing about it; in other words, he was completely unaware of the matter.
The less he answered, the more people felt he was keeping something a secret. And if something can be kept secret, it must be something reliable.
Based on this analysis, some very intelligent people felt that the matter was almost certainly true and passed it on.
As for the lower-level workers, this matter will probably be resolved by the end of the year. After the Luzhong Rice Building is completed after the New Year, they will move there.
Some say that the rice group is going to relocate to Shanghai and move into the world's tallest building to work there.
Most people need to prepare for moving.
The rumors spread like wildfire, making the leaders in Shandong anxious.
Rice cannot be moved; if it is, GDP will drop.
We should wait until they've finished their transition period before moving in!
The main leader started talking to Xing Baohua. This guy didn't want to listen to any of that nonsense, so he sent Lei Jun over to receive his instruction.
The second lesson of life's drinking games has begun, and the first lesson was being taught to me by Liu Quan.
They would talk and persuade each other during meals, and spout nonsense while drinking and toasting.
This is what drinking is like; you have to learn even if you don't know how, and you have to keep up with the pace.
From the moment Lei Jun took his first sip of wine, he declared, "Come on! This isn't over until we're all lying down!"
When the eighth performance came, Lei Jun sat down and asked for two bowls of rice to fill his stomach before the dishes were even served.
Those who invited him advised him to wait until he finished drinking before eating.
The young man got angry and shouted, "Since I came to central Shandong, I have never seen staple food served at any drinking party."
Only then did everyone understand. One of the accompanying leaders asked with a smile, "Have you ever seen a fish before?"
What kind of fish?
When Lei Jun said that, everyone burst into laughter. The fish dish was served last, which meant that Lei Jun hadn't even finished drinking until the last dish was served, let alone the main course.
Since Lei Jun ate early, we'll drink less alcohol today. We have to make sure this assistant stays until the end!
If this continues, people will start to resent it, and your good intentions will be wasted. They might even sabotage you, making it a losing proposition.
The host gave everyone a wink, reminding them to be careful when toasting.
He ate lunch at noon. When he returned to the Dami office building in the afternoon, he didn't rush upstairs after getting out of the car. Instead, he vomited for a while in the green belt in front of the building.
He originally thought Xing Baohua had sent him out to discuss something or hold a meeting, but it turned out to be a cocktail party. He had forgotten the content of the meeting because he blacked out when he drank too much.
Even after a good night's sleep, I can't remember anything about the drinking session, and I've forgotten who I drank with.
For three or four days in a row, he drank at noon and then again in the afternoon, and he felt really uncomfortable. Even though he didn't drink much at noon today, he still felt nauseous after getting off the bus and couldn't help but vomit.
Zhao Haiyan happened to be delivering documents when she saw a familiar figure squatting in the green belt in front of the building as soon as she came downstairs.
Upon recognizing who it was, he was overjoyed and quickly ran over.
He patted Lei Jun on the back and asked, "How much did you drink?"
Lei Jun turned his head, his eyes still blurry, and glanced at the person who had come in. He said, "It's you! I'm fine."
"You're so drunk and you still come to work! Come on, I'll take you home so you can rest."
Helped to his feet, Lei Jun swayed slightly, then moved away from the physical contact between the two and said, "Thank you! No need, I'll just go back to my office and rest for a bit. You go ahead and do your work."
"I called you last time with some materials prepared, but your phone was always off. Let's schedule a time, and I'll give them to you then."
"Oh, I don't need that phone anymore, it's not safe. Wait for my call!" Lei Jun said, swaying as he walked towards the office building with cat-like steps.
Zhao Haiyan watched his retreating figure but didn't go forward to inquire further. Instead, she walked out the door and went to a small restaurant nearby.
She ordered a hangover soup at a small restaurant and then bought a lunchbox to pack it all up. Back in the office, Sister Li, whom she knew well, exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here again?"
"Sister Li, I ran into Lei Zhu when I went downstairs. He had drunk too much, so I made him some hangover soup. Could you take it to him for me?"
"Come on, I haven't even introduced her yet. Why are you so concerned? Go do it yourself." Sister Li winked at Zhao Haiyan and said.
"We're not familiar with each other, sorry."
"I'd be perfectly comfortable with that, it would be even more inappropriate for me to go," Sister Li said, turning around to go about her business.
After everyone left, Zhao Haiyan looked around, guessing that many people nearby had overheard her and Sister Li's conversation.
Arriving at Lei Jun's office door, I knocked. There was no response from inside. I tried turning the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge; I guessed it was locked from the inside.
He thought to himself, "Why is my luck so bad?"
Reluctantly, I placed the hangover soup on the front desk of the office and told the receptionist to give it to Assistant Lei when I saw him.
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