Chapter 1611 Everyone is caught in a situation beyond their control
"Mikoto, I can't have dinner with you. I have to go back to the office for a meeting. You and the kids eat first. Don't wait for me to come back."
After finishing the phone call, Dong Shan grabbed his clothes and headed out. Although the person on the other end was extremely rude, Dong Shan's market intuition was undeniably dulled.
Li Ye's move made the situation extremely tricky, and Dong Shan had to gather all the key personnel to discuss countermeasures.
Zheng Meiqin said with a grim expression, "Can't you finish eating before you leave? The child has been waiting for you for ages on an empty stomach."
Dong Shan paused for a moment, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Meiqin, this was really urgent. Can I have dinner with you tomorrow?"
Zheng Meiqin shook her head and said, "Have you forgotten? My daughter and I are taking the flight tomorrow morning."
"Let's have breakfast together tomorrow. I'm going back to the capital in a few days, so let's have a good time together then."
Dong Shan ultimately couldn't find time to eat a meal and left the house while still on the phone.
After Dong Shan left, his son dared to ask cautiously, "Mom, Dad, is this what they mean by 'putting public interests before private ones'?"
"Prioritizing public over private interests?"
Zheng Meiqin smiled bitterly.
The phrase "putting public interests before private ones" sounds very lofty and noble, representing an extremely noble spirit and sentiment. But looking at her husband's anxiety, torment, and sorrow just now, who among those who praise "putting public interests before private ones" can truly understand it?
"No, your father's current job is something he has no choice in."
"Are we powerless to control our own lives?"
Dong Shan's son thought for a moment, then asked, "So, Dad's previous job wasn't something he could control?"
"Of course not, your father's previous job..."
Zheng Meiqin paused mid-sentence.
Does working in a government agency mean you're not "out of control"?
How did Dong Shan manage to travel thousands of miles to the southwest to "contribute" to the workshop alongside these sweaty workers?
Where in this world is there perfect freedom? Children need to go to school, adults need to work, and the elderly need to worry about their children's moods.
It's just that everyone's "involuntary circumstances" are different.
...
Dong Shan rushed all the way to the meeting room of his unit, only to find that apart from the few "loyal subordinates" he had brought from Beijing, few of the locally promoted key personnel had arrived.
The secretary responsible for notifying the meeting explained sheepishly, "It's New Year's Day today. Some people went out for dinner after going home, so they won't be able to get here for a while, but they're all on their way back."
"Oh, it's a holiday today, and I know it's been unfair of me to disturb everyone's rest time."
"No, no, everyone knows we're at a critical juncture right now, so putting work first is only natural."
"Yes, yes, yes, we all need to work together to overcome this difficult time. What's a little bit of rest if we have to sacrifice some time?"
Everyone began to express their opinions, and they all said very polite things.
But Dong Shan lowered her eyes, feeling so tired, so very tired.
Dong Shan had conducted in-depth investigations and experienced the process firsthand at the No. 1 factory, and knew what the "emergency assembly" at the No. 1 factory was like.
The difference between the two sides is not just efficiency, but also attitude.
After waiting for another half hour, the people who were notified to attend the meeting finally arrived late, and several of them reeked of alcohol and had complaints on their faces.
[Can't we talk about this urgent matter tomorrow morning? Why do we have to have a meeting so late at night? Is it really that urgent?]
[How long have we been working continuously? We can't be late or leave early. In previous years, everyone would have left early on New Year's Day. You have no human touch at all.]
Dong Shan looked at these people whose complaints were written all over their faces, but instead of saying anything to comfort them, he was quite impolite.
"All of you here are core personnel of Southwest Heavy Truck. You were among the first to receive salary increases and were at the very front of the line when it came to housing allocation."
Therefore, now that the company is facing urgent difficulties, I hope everyone can demonstrate even greater enthusiasm than ordinary workers.”
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Those who were late were stunned by Dong Shan's words, and their resentment grew even stronger.
What the hell do you mean? Are you implying we have it easier than ordinary workers? Isn't this what we're supposed to do?
This is the difference in mindset between Southwest Heavy Truck and its First Plant.
At the First Factory, Li Ye had long made it clear to everyone that since you enjoy more opportunities and higher treatment than ordinary workers, you shouldn't compare yourself with the workers on the "hourly workday" system. If there's anything to do, you must be the first to step up.
Otherwise, if someone earns 26,000 a month, they still have to follow a work schedule that pays 3,500. Do you think that's fair?
But Dong Shan didn't have time to explain this to them right now. He could only resort to the old practice that had been passed down for decades—if your boss is giving you a lecture, then you should listen to him. If he says you're not good enough, then you're not good enough.
"Old Ji, you're in charge of the market. I told you at the meeting three days ago to keep an eye on the situation with Beijing Kamaz. Now that Beijing-plated heavy trucks have officially started selling, have you found out their prices and sales policies?"
The middle-aged man, referred to as Lao Ji, looked bewildered, but said, "General Manager, I have sent people to investigate the relevant information over the past two days, and it is currently being compiled. I can show it to you tomorrow."
[Is it still being compiled? MLBG, are you planning to cram at the last minute and have your people work overtime to put together a report for me?]
"No need for tomorrow, I'll give you a report now!"
Dong Shan said with a dark face, "The Beijing-plated heavy trucks will officially go on sale tomorrow. The nationwide uniform price is 318,000 yuan for dump trucks and 288,000 yuan for ten-wheel trucks. We also offer personal loans, discounts for bulk purchases, and other preferential policies."
"So, Lao Ji, what are your thoughts? What strategies do you have to deal with this sales policy?"
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Dong Shan poured out everything he had heard on the phone, and then felt as if most of the resentment in his heart had been released.
That's true. If the people above me criticize me, I'll criticize the people below. My responsibilities must be borne by others.
Old Ji was stunned for a full ten seconds, then said in disbelief, "General Manager, this... this isn't a joke, is it? More than 200,000? What are those people from the light vehicle company doing, offering personal loans? Are they losing money to gain publicity?"
Others chimed in, "Yeah! How could it be over 200,000? A truck from Jicheng Heavy Truck costs over 300,000, that's a difference of 60,000 to 70,000!"
“I felt something was wrong. It’s one thing that the price is low, but they also offer personal loans. There are scammers everywhere these days. They can scam people out of the loan and then scam them out of the car. Isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?”
"You're right. This is very likely a smokescreen thrown out by those people in the capital."
"Quiet down, everyone."
Dong Shan stopped everyone and then asked, "Don't worry about whether they're using a smokescreen or not. Just put yourself in their shoes. If you were someone working in the transportation industry, would you be tempted by this kind of sales policy?"
"this"
No one dared to speak. It was fine for everyone to discuss the issue, but when it came to taking responsibility for their words, it was best to let others talk.
In the end, the responsibility of answering the questions fell to Lao Ji.
Old Ji frowned and said thoughtfully, "Previously, the sales of heavy trucks in China were lukewarm because the price was too high, since ordinary people simply couldn't afford them!"
But if installment payments were available now, especially for individual users, it could very well become a huge hit.
Since the liberalization of the refined oil market in the past two years, the road transport industry has seen significant growth, especially if loans are available.
Dong Shan nodded, feeling that he had made the right choice in promoting Lao Ji to be in charge of marketing and sales.
Back then, Jicheng Heavy Truck sold less than 10,000 units a year, and many people thought the heavy truck market was not doing well. However, after reading Li Ye's article "Prospects for the Automobile Transportation Market", Dong Shan felt that this would be a blue ocean in the future.
Otherwise, why would he choose to come to Beijing South Heavy Truck to gain experience and prestige, and why would he stake his fate on Southwest Heavy Truck?
Old Ji got more and more excited as he talked, and the more he thought about it, the more right he seemed.
Finally, Old Ji's eyes lit up as he said, "General Manager, let's do this kind of promotional discount too! Right now, no matter what, selling our products is the top priority; we have to seize the market!"
Dong Shan narrowed his eyes and looked at his sales manager, suddenly doubting his own judgment.
He seemed to see through Lao Ji's eyes the intense, greedy light in the other's eyes.
If I agree to your offer, will you sell it to me for six yuan when it costs ten yuan, and then reimburse me for four yuan?
(End of this chapter)
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