The job market is always bustling with people. While urban employment is not yet fully developed, rural populations are gradually migrating to cities, so there is never a shortage of labor.
Lu Feng circled around, found a high platform, stood on it, and shouted, "The cannery is hiring! Two shifts, male workers get 70 yuan, female workers get 50 yuan!"
As soon as he said this, people turned to look at Lu Feng, and then crowded around him. The price was absolutely high; even skilled craftsmen would only charge this much.
A middle-aged man not far away was smoking, his face not looking good. He stared at Lu Feng for a while, then asked the market recruiter next to him, "Who's that guy? I saw him last time I came to recruit workers."
"I heard it's a newly opened small factory that's quite popular lately, selling to rural areas."
"Rural areas? Rural areas don't have much money, who would buy? I also supply goods to rural supply and marketing cooperatives, but sales are just so-so."
"You wouldn't believe it, they bartered grain for jobs, and then sold the grain directly to the grain station. They even gave those people a hefty cut. Last time they came to recruit workers, they were so stingy, but today they're really rolling in money!"
The middle-aged man twisted his cigarette butt on the ground, his face not looking too good. The snakehead looked at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Wei, he's not on your side. Let him confess first."
"I'll go and get to know them," said General Manager Wei as he walked over.
In less than ten minutes, Lu Feng had recruited more than thirty people and was preparing to lead them back to the workshop. He had only taken a few steps when the middle-aged man came over.
Their eyes met, and a spark flew. Lu Feng recognized him; he was still dressed the same as before—suit, leather shoes, pager. The saying "rivals in the same trade are enemies" was absolutely true.
"Hello, I'm the owner of Wanyuan Food Processing Plant, my surname is Ren." Mr. Ren said, taking out a business card.
"I run a canned food business. I don't have a business card. My name is Lu Feng." Lu Feng said, glancing at his business card, which read Ren Qianbo. What a nice name.
"President Lu's business is really doing well. He just came to recruit workers a few days ago and has expanded again!" Ren Qianbo said with a congratulatory smile, but there was a hint of sourness in his words.
"Mr. Ren's business is booming, so he's here to recruit workers too." Lu Feng knew what he meant and said, "Mr. Ren, let's keep to ourselves. You go with your small shops and supply and marketing cooperatives, and I'll do my grain wholesale business!"
"President Lu, don't overthink it, it's just about making friends." Ren Qianbo smiled and extended his hand to shake hands.
Lu Feng walked out, his face turning cold. Ren Qianbo stared at his retreating figure, narrowed his eyes, and continued recruiting.
Where there is a market, there is competition. Lu Feng did not expect the competition to come so quickly. As a businessman, he understood very well that as long as there were enough profits, people would enter the market.
Back at the workshop, Zhou Hao hauled away another truckload. It wasn't even time to leave work yet, but several people were already squatting outside smoking. Da Tou was at a loss, but when he saw Lu Feng return, he hurriedly ran over.
"Brother Feng, they're tired and want to rest for a while."
Lu Feng nodded, not letting Da Tou continue, waved to the newly recruited workers, entered the workshop, and shouted, "Everyone, stop for a moment!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Lu Feng; even those who were smoking outside rushed inside.
"Thank you all for your hard work today. Our business is booming. I hope everyone will keep up the good work and we'll raise everyone's wages. Those who boil canned goods and move goods will get 25 yuan a month, and those who pack the goods will get 20 yuan a month, working two shifts!"
Everyone on the scene smiled. Lu Feng continued, "No smoking during work hours. Also, if you can't keep up, I'll fire you. This high salary isn't for you to play around with. If you don't believe me, we can try. Go out and smoke another cigarette and let me see."
Lu Feng's gaze swept down, and no one dared to meet his eyes. The men who had gone out for a smoke earlier didn't even dare to lift their heads!
"You have forty minutes left before you get off work, get busy!"
Everyone got busy, their enthusiasm was completely different from before, and in the last forty minutes, they managed to get half a truckload of goods out.
The workers were busy with their tasks methodically. Lu Feng called Da Tou over and asked, "How many truckloads did you ship today?"
"Nine truckloads, four truckloads of cash returned, and this is the money." Da Tou handed a stack of money and an account book to Lu Feng.
Lu Feng looked at the ledger and counted the money. The total profit was 1,349 yuan. If they worked in two shifts, making two or three thousand yuan a day would not be a problem.
"Brother Feng, we're rich!" Big Head grinned.
"It's still early. The machine cost five thousand yuan, and we haven't paid that yet. There are still wages for the workers and money for the glass bottles. But we're really about to get rich." Lu Feng looked at Da Tou and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I just had a quick bite tonight!"
Lu Feng took out ten yuan and handed it to him, saying, "Take this money for food, so your parents won't say that I'm never around and I have to pay for my own food."
"Brother Feng, really, it's not necessary. You said you'd pay me, so I'll just take the salary," Da Tou hurriedly declined.
Lu Feng didn't say much, just stuffed the money into his pocket and looked at Da Tou, saying, "Work hard, I won't treat you unfairly."
The night shift had begun, and the rooms, which were originally quite spacious, now felt somewhat crowded. Lu Feng rode his motorcycle home and told Jiang Xiaoyan that he wouldn't be coming back that night.
After returning the motorcycle, I went back to the workshop and started my night shift.
Overnight, the machines roared, batch after batch of canned goods came out of the oven, were loaded onto trucks, and the workers were so busy they were dizzy.
Around 11 p.m., Wu Hongyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Thinking about He Yanli's attitude towards him during the day, he was extremely unhappy. He got up and went straight to He Yanli's door to knock.
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