After resolving the issue of getting a car in Guangdong Province, Yuan Fangguo's attention quickly shifted to the negotiations for the land of the machinery factory.
It was originally thought that Bao Youwei's prostate would be healed in a week or so, but Yuan Fangguo waited until mid-December and still no one came to call him.
He was not in a hurry, but the old director and the uncle with scar were a little anxious. They came to see the old secretary Wen Chunlai every now and then. As long as the old secretary gave the order, given their violent tempers, they would definitely drag Bao Youwei to the office.
Bao Youwei was also very distressed. In the past, his prostate problem was mild. However, last month, after the heating in the office building inexplicably stopped, he caught a cold. Just as the cold was recovered, his prostate became inflamed. Now, when he urinated, he could not urinate completely. Sometimes, if his urine was weak, even his shoes and trouser legs would be stained with urine. For a factory director of a state-owned enterprise, this was undoubtedly a face-losing thing.
Bao Youwei could only continue to stay in the hospital for treatment, and all the factory affairs were handed over to Wu Jingzhong.
When Wu Jingzhong learned that Bao Youwei's prostatitis was showing signs of being out of control, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic deep down in his heart. At least one of the guys he disliked was no longer happy in life.
The old secretary Wen Chunlai could no longer contain himself. After thinking about it, he decided to go find Bao Youwei again.
He had visited Bao Youwei when he was first admitted to the hospital, and this was his second visit.
Although Bao Youwei was only an apprentice, Wen Chunlai still visited him with fruit and flower baskets.
When he saw the old secretary coming to visit him in person again, Bao Youwei suddenly felt very embarrassed in his heart.
"Director Bao, please take care of yourself. I will definitely keep things under control at the factory and will not cause any more trouble while you are ill."
"Old Secretary, thank you." Bao Youwei said embarrassedly. He used to think that Wen Chunlai was still meddling in the affairs of the factory after his retirement, and that he must be the kind of person with ulterior motives. However, during his hospitalization, he heard from the factory secretary that several incidents had occurred in the factory during this period. The workers were dissatisfied, but the old secretary had suppressed them with his personal prestige. Fortunately, the incidents were not reported to the superiors.
"If you want to thank someone, you should thank the workers. Honestly, their lives are truly pathetic. They dedicated their entire lives and youth to the factory, and in the end, a large, state-owned enterprise collapsed. This has little to do with you; it's all caused by the previous generations. Don't blame yourself. Sometimes the workers were forced into this, and when their emotions got heated, they naturally turned on you."
Wen Chunlai spoke very objectively. After listening to him, Bao Youwei couldn't help but feel mixed emotions in his heart and felt very uncomfortable.
He didn't have much contact with Wen Chunlai. He often heard Wu Jingzhong mention Wen Chunlai. He said that Wen Chunlai didn't move out of the factory after retirement because he wanted to be the emperor. Wen Chunlai joined the workers' committee just to use the workers' committee as a pawn to fight against the factory party committee.
In short, Bao Youwei heard a lot of such words. In addition, after he took office, workers made trouble from time to time. With Wu Jingzhong fanning the flames in his ears, he always blamed Wen Chunlai for the crime. Naturally, under the influence of Bao Youwei's extreme thoughts, the gap between him and Wen Chunlai became deeper and deeper.
Wen Chunlai actually didn't come here to discuss the matter of the land. After exchanging a few brief greetings with Bao Youwei, he prepared to say goodbye and leave.
"Old Secretary." Bao Youwei stopped Wen Chunlai.
Wen Chunlai turned around and said with a smile, "Director Bao, do you have anything else to say?"
"Um, can we talk about this?"
Wen Chunlai was surprised, but soon understood, "Okay."
After he said this, he closed the door of the ward tightly, and there were only two of them in the ward.
"The machinery factory is expected to be liquidated after the new year. The management is now making plans and preparing for asset evaluation." Bao Youwei said with embarrassment.
"I know." Wen Chunlai nodded.
Bao Youwei smiled and said, "Old Secretary, you have the highest prestige among the workers. You will be the one to take the lead in helping with ideological work. After all, there are thousands of people in our factory. They used to have stable jobs, but now they are all being laid off and forced to find their own way. I'm worried that the huge contrast will be hard for them to accept."
Bao Youwei looked at Wen Chunlai with a wry smile, but Wen Chunlai smiled faintly. "Director Bao, the workers have actually been prepared for this. Our Hongqi Machinery Factory hasn't been in production for two years, and everyone knows what's going on. If only our machinery factory had this problem, it would probably be difficult to persuade the workers. But now, many state-owned enterprises across the country are facing this problem. We're not as good as the best, but better than the worst. Sometimes we can figure it out. Look, when General Manager Yuan took over the hospital, he helped at least hundreds of people find new ways out. This is just a small number of people. For the majority of workers, they are still quite honest and hardworking. As long as they are still in the machinery factory, they won't look for other ways out."
After hearing what the old secretary said, Bao Youwei smiled wryly and said, "Actually, the factory isn't that fussy. We have no objection to workers finding second jobs. Hearing what you said, I feel really guilty."
"Director Bao, I still say the same thing. You have to feel too guilty. This is the fault of the previous generations, and it only started to explode after your time."
Seeing the old secretary constantly comforting himself, Bao Youwei felt even more uncomfortable, especially after he heard Wenchun say that the workers had long been mentally prepared for the bankruptcy of the machinery factory. He then deeply felt that he seemed to have been separated from the masses for too long.
"Old Secretary, you're close to Yuan Fangguo. I have a question that I've never understood: why did the Staff Hospital suddenly become so revitalized under his leadership?"
Wen Chunlai smiled. "It's mainly because he can clearly see the situation and understand what everyone needs. There are so many health products on the market right now, and doesn't that capitalize on everyone's desire to live healthier and longer? Mr. Yuan took the initiative to cooperate with the military hospital, bringing in experts, and then purchased a shuttle bus to make it easier for patients to see a doctor. This will definitely improve the hospital's business. But I also heard that he has a gentleman's agreement not only with our machinery factory, but also with the military general hospital."
"Oh, he has a gentleman's agreement with the military hospital? What gentleman's agreement?" Bao Youwei asked with great interest.
Wen Chunlai told Bao Youwei everything he knew. After listening, Bao Youwei suddenly changed his impression of Yuan Fangguo.
"Do you have any good suggestions for that piece of land?" This was the first time that Bao Youwei took the initiative to seek the old secretary's opinion.
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