Director Liu continued with a smile, "We can't call them all over; they're on the front lines overseeing production, and our factory's top priority right now is production. How about this, we'd like you all to come to the site and see for yourselves, and hear reports from those at the grassroots level?"
A junior staff member from the city government office came along; he was in charge of liaison.
They were probably people with their own opinions, and they immediately offered some constructive criticism to Director Liu.
They said it was a lack of awareness, because there wasn't even a welcome banner hanging at the entrance.
We welcome all the experts and specialists to come and provide guidance, etc.
With this banner in the background, let the veteran comrades stand in front of it and take a photo with the factory leaders, then post it to the media.
This shows that Luzhong City is actively correcting its mistakes after recognizing them.
Originally, everyone was about to get up and go to the workshop to take a look.
At this moment, another older comrade raised his hand to check the time and said, "It's almost noon. The diagnosis of the enterprise is urgent. You can't rush to cure a chronic disease. Don't you all agree?"
The liaison officer from the city government office nodded in agreement, suggesting that everyone take a break to drink water and smoke before being assigned to the front lines in the afternoon.
Director Liu shook his head inwardly; these guys were really arrogant.
It was almost lunchtime, so Director Liu called someone from the municipal government office over and took him to the finance department's counter where he could process prepaid cards.
The person from the city government office was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene. He came to help them, but they still had to pay for their own meals?
He was so angry that his finger trembled as he pointed it at Director Liu.
If it weren't for her youth, she probably would have passed out in anger.
I've never seen anyone so unreasonable. I then took out my phone and reported the matter to my supervisor.
The fact that electronics factories don't have a rule against treating people to meals is something they know.
But being so meticulous really doesn't give the city any face.
Then the municipal government said to move them to the district guesthouse instead of the electronics factory. The city would cover the hospitality expenses.
On the way back to the guesthouse at noon, the liaison officer started complaining. He said that the electronics factory was obsessed with foreign things, providing food and drink for the foreigners while demanding money from the older employees.
Inside the train carriage, the elderly comrades were furious, as if a pot had been boiled over.
Every factory in the world provided them with food and lodging, even the most dilapidated ones, providing only a simple meal of cornbread without charging them a single penny.
The atmosphere in the electronics factory needs to be changed.
Let them know what proper hospitality means.
The food at the district guesthouse was excellent, with 12 dishes and the national liquor served with it.
Having eaten and drunk my fill, and still fuming from the morning, I began to nitpick at the electronics factory.
After arriving at the front line and seeing the situation, they pointed out various shortcomings, and even ordered some places to be stopped and rectified!
Why the need for restructuring? We need to divide the work according to their principles; there are too few people on the assembly line.
Someone needs to work on the assembly line every meter to increase production.
Piece-rate?
Forget about the capitalist system. We don't need piecework; we want to enjoy the fruits of labor on an equal footing.
The idea that whoever does more work gets paid more is wrong.
To earn more money, one must put in more labor; how is this any different from capitalist exploitation?
We'll halt work and production, gather people together, and first get them to understand our thinking. We need to straighten out their fundamental beliefs before we talk anything else.
Parking is impossible.
When no one listened, they went to Director Liu and loudly questioned why no one was listening to them.
Director Liu said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you all this morning? Production comes first. If we stop production, the workers' income will be affected, and if we can't meet the production targets, we'll also have to pay penalties for breach of contract."
"Regardless of whether you compensate or not, you need to correct your thinking problems in time. Otherwise, you will make serious mistakes," a senior leader shouted, pointing his finger at Director Liu.
Director Liu smiled but didn't say anything, continuing to watch their performance.
At this moment, a group of foreigners brought their students in.
Seeing that each foreigner had more than a dozen students surrounding them, taking notes on their speeches, these older comrades felt a little resentful.
This is the first time I've encountered such a stark contrast at a rice factory, where people used to watch them from all sides.
What he said was also recorded.
Now, all that's left is Director Liu, who sometimes doesn't follow orders.
The faces of these people were all incredibly ugly.
One of the older comrades stepped forward and loudly expounded on some philosophical principles, almost comparing them to Das Kapital.
These words were meant for the students.
The students were a bit confused! The foreigner, while lecturing, also seemed annoyed by the interruptions and asked the people around him what they were doing.
Nobody knew; everyone was shaking their heads.
Fearing it would affect his mood during the lecture, the foreigner backed away and left with his students.
After they left, another wave came.
The veteran comrade continued speaking.
The people who came in were completely bewildered and felt utterly confused. No one translated for the foreigners, so none of them understood.
In the end, the veterans had no choice but to clamor to see Xing Baohua.
Director Liu said he would help them get in touch as soon as possible.
Isn't the factory manager hiding in the lab building? Why did they have to go and call him themselves?
I thought I would have no trouble getting through, but I was stopped just ten meters away from the gate.
The guard pointed to the Chinese and English signs on the surrounding warning signs and said, "Research area, no unauthorized personnel allowed."
"Do you think I'm a nobody? Are we nobody? Call your factory manager out here."
"Excuse me, I don't know the factory manager's contact information. Please leave this place," the security guard replied rudely.
These security guards are all retired military personnel. They are meticulous in carrying out orders.
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