When Xu Damao arrived at the main group, the inspection was still ongoing.
Xu Damao quietly approached Li Xuewu, intending to ask what was going on, but Li waved his hand, indicating that Xu Damao could just follow. Xu Damao had no choice but to follow these leaders, observing them with an air of importance.
Actually, there wasn't anything specific that Li Xuewu called Xu Damao over. However, the fact that he immediately did what the leader mentioned shows that he highly valued the leader's words, which is an attitude.
"Xuewu, what percentage of your factory's employees are senior workers or technicians?"
Unlike Li Xuewu, Yang Zhenhua had a technical background and later held leadership positions in several companies, so he was more concerned with technical issues.
Li Xuewu was stumped by this question. While Li Xuewu had shown concern for production and technical personnel since arriving at the branch factory, he only remembered some of the personnel's names and hadn't paid attention to their proportions.
None of the other leaders at the surrounding branch factory paid attention to this percentage. Even the chief engineer, Hu Nan, only knew how many technical personnel there were, but didn't care about the specific number and percentage of workers. A silence fell over the area, and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
"Excuse me, Secretary Yang, may I interrupt for a moment? Thanks to Secretary Yang and all the leaders of the main factory for their support, we have just recruited a lot of technical talents from the main factory. I just calculated the specific number here."
Therefore, the figures that Director Li knew before might not be entirely accurate. Currently, our branch factory has a total of 18 technicians and 120 skilled workers at level 5 or above, accounting for 7.6% of our factory's total workforce.
"Director Li, I'm sorry, I just received the latest figures and haven't had a chance to report them to you yet."
Just as Li Xuewu was debating whether to make up a number, Xu Damao came to his rescue.
When it comes to understanding the factory's personnel, the personnel department is definitely number one. Xu Damao had worked in personnel for several years; he wouldn't dare say much else, but he had all the figures memorized.
"Yes. We really have to thank Secretary Yang for his support. Before, we only had about 10 technicians here, and we were also short of skilled workers, which seriously affected our production." Li Xuewu could rattle off the number of about 10 people off the top of his head, and the number was pretty accurate. Anyway, Yang Zhenhua was unlikely to check it.
"Hey, isn't this our young personnel manager? Not bad, you remember the numbers well, that's the first requirement for personnel work, which means your work is at least up to standard."
By the way, seeing Comrade Damao, I think Xuewu, you have a lot of experience in training cadres, which is something our main factory should learn from.
At present, our cause is in dire need of rebuilding, but we are lacking in talent, and we urgently need young and capable cadres to fill the vacancies.
You have provided us with valuable experience in this area, and our main factory must keep up.”
Yang Zhenhua didn't dwell on the numbers, but suddenly shifted the topic to the training of young cadres.
Unable to discern the true meaning behind the other person's words, Xu Damao could only nod frantically in agreement along with the others.
In this way, Xu Damao went from being an observer to a key figure in Yang Zhenhua's inner circle. Occasionally, Yang Zhenhua would ask Xu Damao about personnel matters.
This put Xu Damao in a somewhat awkward position. These branch factory leaders didn't bother asking him, but instead asked me, a mere middle-level manager. What would the other leaders think? Fortunately, Xu Damao posed no threat or competition to them at the moment.
"Boss, it's getting late. Why don't we go and rest for a while, and then go to the cafeteria to try the chef's cooking?"
To be honest, I specifically poached my head chef.
Li Xuewu asked for instructions. As a foodie, he needed a decent chef wherever he went, and Xu Damao had searched for a long time before finding a suitable candidate.
"Alright, I'll go check out your cafeteria. By the way, Xuewu, you can't hold your liquor, so you'll have to find someone who can drink with me at lunchtime," Yang Zhenhua teased.
Upon hearing this, Li Xuewu's expression turned somewhat off. Drinking was his Achilles' heel. Despite his love of eating and drinking, he'd pass out after just a little too much. At the banquet at the main factory welcoming Yang Zhenhua, Li Xuewu had been incredibly attentive, but even he couldn't hold his liquor after just three drinks.
Yang Zhenhua, however, had a high alcohol tolerance. While he might not be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, he could usually handle about a pound of liquor. It is said that when he first arrived at the main factory, he drank an entire table under the table on his first day, and the story of the "God of Wine" spread the next day.
It's true that he has a good alcohol tolerance, but not enough to get the whole table drunk. The main problem is that everyone else drinks from the top of their glasses, while he only drinks a little, which creates a strange phenomenon: when a group of people drink with him, he always ends up drinking the least.
"Well, clerk, don't worry. Although I'm not a good drinker, my soldiers are quite capable. I'll have you give them some pointers at noon."
At this point, Li Xuewu had no choice but to speak up.
None of the branch factory leaders were particularly heavy drinkers, which was probably related to Li Xuewu's lack of concern about it.
In any organization, the things that the top leader likes will influence the development of the organization's staff. For example, if the top leader likes playing ping-pong, the ping-pong skills in that organization will definitely improve rapidly; if the top leader likes playing basketball, even a chubby office director who has never played basketball before is guaranteed to be able to make a layup within a few days.
In Factory One, to emulate Li Xuewu's tastes, everyone was particular about food, and each person was intimately familiar with all the major cuisines. However, he wasn't interested in drinking, so everyone was casual about it. This casualness, coupled with a lack of practice, naturally resulted in the leaders not having a very high alcohol tolerance.
Li Xuewu's gaze swept past the branch factory leaders and then swept over the workshop directors following behind. He spotted Xu Damao, who was mingling in the crowd. "Yeah, this kid's a good drinker."
The key point is that this guy used to dine with leaders a lot when he was a projectionist. He can not only drink a lot, but he is also very talkative. He can tell all kinds of jokes off the top of his head, such as "three big ones and one small one", one after another.
"Have Xu Damao come over to Yang Shuji's table to serve him. You just wait outside. Tell him to do everything he can to make sure Yang Shuji drinks well at lunchtime."
Li Xuewu whispered instructions to Gao Yan, the office director who had been following him closely.
Watching the office director walk away gracefully, a faint scent of face cream still lingering in the air, Li Xuewu glanced at her swaying, rounded figure, swallowed hard, and suppressed his urge to act. Business was more important now; he'd deal with her after that.
Upon hearing Gao Yan's words, Xu Damao knew he was back to his old ways. Normally, Yang Shuji's table was full of leaders; it was impossible for a section-level cadre like him to sit there. But someone had to be there to serve and pour drinks. What was originally Gao Yan's job had now become Xu Damao's.
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