Seeing that Uncle Zhang seemed to have been taken advantage of, some departments became even more aggressive.
Their demands became increasingly unreasonable.
They even brazenly interfered with the normal business operations of the enterprise, ordering the imperial kitchen to purchase raw materials from designated suppliers.
However, these materials are often expensive and of inconsistent quality.
Uncle Zhang approached the inspectors again, trying to reason with them: "Sir, we have always had reliable, high-quality suppliers. Now, the sudden demand to change them will not only significantly increase costs but also potentially affect product quality."
He was met with a rude and arrogant threat from an overweight official: "This is a decision from above. You must carry it out, or you will bear the consequences."
"Is this your personal rule, the county's rule, or the city's decision?" Uncle Zhang's previous amiable tone vanished as he questioned sternly.
"My rules are the county's rules, and the city's rules. You can't disobey them, unless you want your factory, which cost millions to build, to shut down!" The fat man said smugly, as if he had grasped Uncle Zhang's weakness.
Faced with such an unreasonable and blatant threat, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but sneer: "I really don't know who gave you the audacity to speak so arrogantly."
After a pause, Uncle Zhang said firmly, "I respect the rules, but the rules cannot be an excuse for you to abuse your power. I will not cooperate with any of the suppliers you have designated!"
After saying that, he resolutely turned and left, leaving the other person standing there in a fit of rage.
"You're really asking for it! Let's see how long you can keep this up!" The fat man was furious and slammed his fist on the table, roaring.
Back to the Imperial Kitchen factory.
Uncle Zhang quickly took a series of measures, strengthening the review and reception standards for inspectors and explicitly rejecting any non-compliant instructions.
Anyone coming to inspect must present their administrative law enforcement certificate, an inspection notice, and the official seal of the law enforcement department.
Any company wishing to halt production must provide official documentation, and will be subject to a complete halt to serving alcohol and food...
"Since we're going to play this game, let's play along with these parasites!" Uncle Zhang thought to himself.
These actions led to frequent "rest periods" for the Imperial Kitchen, which directly resulted in a reduction in employee salaries, sparking strong dissatisfaction and anger among the workers.
In the days that followed.
Whenever inspectors came, Uncle Zhang would only arrange for one person to deal with them, without providing tea, water, or good wine, meat, or cigarettes.
Whenever a request to suspend production for rectification is made, the other party will cooperate fully as long as they provide official documents.
This resulted in the imperial kitchen being frequently put on "rest periods".
One month later.
When payday came, each employee received more than 200 yuan less.
This situation has greatly angered hundreds of workers, who had finally found a job that could support their families, only to have it ruined by these parasites.
They were all filled with resentment and directed their anger at the staff who came to inspect.
Everyone knew perfectly well whether these people were there to inspect or to cause trouble.
"This floor is not clean, please clean it again!" An inspector, unable to find any other problems, casually said, looking up.
"Lower your pig head and open your eyes to take a good look!" An auntie who had been in charge of sanitation for a long time finally couldn't bear it anymore and angrily cursed.
She excitedly stepped forward, grabbed the inspector's sleeve, and pressed him to the ground: "I've been watching the ground clean all day long. You say I'm not clean? Try wiping it with your pig's trotters. Is it your heart that's black, or the ground that's dirty?"
Some of the workers around couldn't bear to watch any longer.
A young worker rushed forward and kicked the inspector, who was walking with his head held high, to the ground. Not satisfied, he punched him in the face.
"Ah! Someone's being hit!" the inspector screamed.
"I've been wanting to take advantage of you for a long time. You've even dared to bully our aunt. I'll feel restless if I don't teach you a lesson. I'll beat you to death, you bastards!" The young man wanted to continue, but was stopped by the other staff members.
“Young man, don’t be impulsive. This is obstructing official business. You’ll be detained!” A middle-aged inspector helped the beaten man up and said.
Everyone else in the factory stopped what they were doing and gathered around, as if they were ready to start working at the drop of a hat.
"Get out! You're not welcome here. Don't disrupt our work!"
"This is fucking bullying!"
Even a clay figure can have a temper, and some, in particular, have become so emotional that they've already raised their fists.
Seeing the crowd's outrage, the inspectors had no choice but to slink away.
The young man who intervened was supposed to be detained for up to 10 days, but Uncle Zhang paid the fine and he was released that same day.
This matter quickly spread among the public, becoming a hot topic of discussion on the streets and alleys, and public opinion was rife.
At this time, despite differing opinions within some departments calling for a reduction in unnecessary inspections to avoid public outrage.
However, these voices did not receive an effective response.
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