After leaving Li Huaide's office, Jia Dongsheng was smiling.
He was in a very good mood.
The position of deputy director is ninety-nine percent his, and in January he will have his own independent office.
Moreover, as a deputy, he does not have a full-time leader in charge.
That’s right, Li Huaide said that he would not assign a director to the canteen, and would let Jia Dongsheng, a deputy director, lead the entire canteen work.
Of course, the premise is that there are no problems at the cafeteria entrance.
This is not a problem at all for Jia Dongsheng.
His management ability may not be very strong, but don't forget that Li Huaide had promised him that he would give him a few recruitment quotas in January.
If you don't know how to manage it yourself, why not just hire an assistant who can?
He will be more relaxed then.
Isn’t it more comfortable to be a leader who can lie down and relax rather than being a leader who is busy all the time?
However, Jia Dongsheng has not yet decided who will help him and manage him.
There is another thing, which is He Daqing's work problem.
Li Huaide finally made a promise that was two levels lower than Jia Dongsheng's current cook level.
In other words, the condition Jia Dongsheng could offer to recruit He Daqing was the highest level seven cook.
This is not low.
When He Daqing resigned from the steel rolling mill, although he had not yet been assigned a grade, his salary was estimated to be around 300,000 to 400,000 yuan a month.
That was the first generation of currency. When it was replaced with the second generation in 1955, 10,000 yuan was exchanged for one yuan.
From this we can see that the purchasing power of money is that the lower the amount, the more valuable the money is.
When Jia Dongsheng thought of this, he recalled that in later generations, there were always people on the Internet clamoring for the country to issue a 1,000-yuan coin. In fact, if it really came out, the coin would be greatly devalued.
Although many people at that time felt that a hundred-yuan bill could not buy many things.
However, if you really spend a thousand-yuan bill, after a period of time, you will find that the things you can buy with a thousand-yuan bill are not much more than those bought with a hundred-yuan bill.
This is the case with the Japanese. Before the financial crisis, the highest denomination of Japanese yen was 100. Then what?
Thousands and tens of thousands of dollars were invested, and finally there was a bubble.
After complaining in his mind, Jia Dongsheng was also very confident. The salary of a level seven cook was 41.5 yuan. This figure should be similar to what He Daqing earned in a month riding a tricycle, and it would definitely satisfy him.
Of course, it is impossible for Jia Dongsheng to reveal his cards right away. He wants to talk about it first and see what He Daqing thinks.
Back in the kitchen, Liu Lan saw Jia Dongsheng coming in and greeted him with a worried look on her face: "Master."
"Um?"
Glancing at Liu Lan, Jia Dongsheng noticed that she looked unwell and asked softly, "What happened?"
"Sister Huairu hasn't arrived yet. Did something happen on the way?"
It was almost time for lunch. Normally, Qin Huairu would come on time every day, but she hadn't come yet today, so Liu Lan became a little worried.
"I thought something had happened."
Jia Dongsheng's heart relaxed and he said with a smile, "Don't worry about it. Your sister Huairu didn't get enough rest last night and is sleeping at home. She won't be coming today. I'll do her job."
"Didn't you get enough rest?"
Liu Lan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is the child making a fuss?"
"hey-hey."
In response to this question, Jia Dongsheng gave a wicked smile and did not answer, but Liu Lan already understood.
Rolling her eyes, Liu Lan whispered, "Master, you're going too far. Sister Huairu still has to go to work, why don't you be a little more careful?"
"Take it easy?"
Jia Dongsheng raised his head proudly: "Do you think I'm easy?"
This question made Liu Lan blush. Indeed, after experiencing Jia Dongsheng's strength, she knew that she would not be treated lightly.
Not only is it not light, each hit is very heavy.
Thinking of this, a mist appeared in Liu Lan's eyes. Jia Dongsheng was looking at her, so how could he not understand that his eldest disciple was a little hungry.
As a master, how could I let my disciple starve and not feed her?
"After lunch, let's find a place to play some games."
After whispering something that only Liu Lan could hear, Jia Dongsheng turned around and left the kitchen and went upstairs.
Liu Lan stood there, the mist in her eyes became thicker, and she became even hungrier.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Enter."
Fang Zhuo looked at Jia Dongsheng who pushed the door open and said with a smile: "Dongsheng, why are you here? Is there anything going on in the kitchen?"
"Haha, Director Fang, I'm here to ask for your instructions on my work, and I also want to take a look at what my future office will look like."
Jia Dongsheng and Fang Zhuo have become familiar with each other, especially after he got him an electric fan, the two have become friends.
Therefore, when Jia Dongsheng spoke, he had no worries and could even make jokes.
For example, this joke didn't make Fang Zhuo angry. After all, he was still using this office.
Jia Dongsheng said he came to take a look at his own office. Doesn’t that mean Fang Zhuo hasn’t left yet? The tea has already gone cold!
However, the opening address, Director Fang, made Fang Zhuo understand that Jia Dongsheng already knew that he had been promoted to a higher level and that Jia Dongsheng would also take over the position of deputy director of the canteen.
Therefore, Fang Zhuo also laughed out loud: "Then you have to take a good look. This office will belong to you, Director Jia, in a month."
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