"I discussed it with your father and felt that the fishery is no longer just a fishery. It should be more of a food processing factory." Tian Youliang said, "The fishery business is growing, and you are getting busier and busier. But the brigade only gave you a deputy branch secretary position, and you only get 18 yuan a month. You do so much work, and your father and I feel guilty."
Jiang Wanyue said hurriedly: "Uncle Tian and my father, a branch secretary and a team leader, don't we do a lot of work? We are all serving the people, and we can't be measured by money."
Her current income is quite good.
The monthly royalties for painting are more than 20 yuan, the deputy branch secretary earns 18 yuan, and the director of the bamboo weaving factory earns more than 100 yuan. Adding up it is a considerable sum.
Plus, there’s the cornucopia, and from time to time you can sell some goods to earn some pocket money.
This money can allow her to live a good life in this era.
"That's what we said, but we still have to do what needs to be done." Tian Youliang said, "We should officially set up a processing plant for the fishery, and call it Xiaojing Non-staple Food Processing Plant. Wanyue, how about you be the factory director?"
Jiang Wanyue had thought about this matter before.
After all, people in the factory always called her the deputy branch secretary, which didn't sound right. Also, when she went out to do work for the fishery, she always said that she was the person in charge of the fishery, but she didn't have any impressive identity, so people would inevitably look down on her.
After the processing plant is formally established and I take on the role of factory director, everything will be much better.
Jiang Wanyue agreed without any hesitation.
Song Dahai was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll write the document right away and go through the process to finalize this matter!"
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