Upon receiving news that both the Zhao and Di families had signed contracts, Ke Meiyu smiled and began recruiting her first batch of employees at the textile factory.
Many people heard the news; they were all former textile factory workers. It was still pitch black, but the factory gate was already completely blocked by hundreds of people.
Ke Meiyu was seconded to the personnel office of the senior citizens' university to help with recruitment.
People are very honest and efficient these days, especially since she found a construction team composed of retired veterans. With the help of large machinery, she believes the nursing home renovation can be completed within two months.
So she had two months to build up the leadership team.
At eight o'clock, the gatekeeper called a few young men to escort them into the factory.
"Comrade Xiao Ke, everyone is too enthusiastic, please forgive them," the old man couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, smiling ingratiatingly as he spoke kindly to his former colleagues.
Ke Meiyu smiled and waved her hand, "I understand, and I anticipated this situation. You handled it well."
"We'll still need you to call a few people to organize things and line up in four orderly rows to enter the factory. We'll wait in the lobby of the office building."
The old man responded repeatedly, jogged to the door, waved to a familiar young man, and whispered a few words to him.
The young man scrambled up the iron gate and began shouting to relay Ke Meiyu's words.
The crowd quickly formed four lines, excitedly waiting for the doors to open, and moved rapidly toward the office building.
At this time, Ke Meiyu and the others had already moved in tables and chairs, and set out notebooks and pens.
Ke Meiyu had already obtained the information on the textile factory employees, and after investigation by the employment agency, she improved it. She printed out several copies and made detailed annotations, all in order to properly resolve the unemployment situation of the former textile factory workers.
After completing the preparations, she allowed the news of her taking over the factory to leak out. At the same time, she posted a notice outside the factory, prioritizing unemployed employees. She stated that she would not consider employees with jobs, even temporary ones, so everyone should not engage in any deception.
Once verified, any subsequent compensation will be cancelled.
Jobs are hard to find these days, and people who saw the notice hesitated. On the one hand, they longed for the regular jobs at the nursing home, but on the other hand, they were afraid of being rejected if they quit their current jobs.
However, some people are bold enough to sell their jobs directly, shamelessly pretending they are unemployed. They don't believe that if others can be arranged to work, why can't they? Anyway, they are currently unemployed, and at worst, they can make a scene and get what they want.
The four long lines quickly arrived at the office building.
Ke Meiyu looked at the crowd. Although it was a textile factory with more female workers, there were also quite a few male workers, such as porters, truck drivers, kitchen helpers, repairmen, security guards, and managers.
They all instinctively held their breath and looked at her expectantly.
Ke Meiyu arrived with a megaphone and said with a light laugh, "Hello comrades, I am Ke Meiyu, officially taking over this factory area. I am very grateful to you all for your contributions to the organization as textile factory employees."
"The organization will not forget your hard work, and now it has entrusted you to me. I will make proper arrangements for every employee who needs my help."
"Of course, I also hope that you can show sincerity to me and the organization, not falsify or conceal your work situation, be realistic, and let's cooperate and work hard together in the new unit!"
Everyone applauded, but Ke Meiyu noticed that most of them were actually just hoping for a chance, even if it seemed unlikely.
After all, she was too young and beautiful; she didn't seem like someone who could get things done.
Some people even maliciously speculated that she was someone's second child, and that she was just trying to amuse them by getting a factory to please them.
Ke Meiyu didn't care about any of that, and continued, "Our factory area is now being transformed into a nursing home, which will take more than six months, so the company is recruiting workers in several batches."
"The requirements for each batch are different, so please be patient and wait. There will eventually be a position that suits you."
"However, let me make this clear from the start: we run a nursing home, and the staff we require are hardworking, compassionate, and responsible. They are absolutely not just there to coast along. If any of these qualities are found, the first offense will result in a warning, the second will be recorded, and the third will result in immediate dismissal!"
“We are a nursing home, not a charity. The organization entrusted you to me not because I am not qualified to accept and tolerate you, but because we are giving you a priority. Whether you can continue on this path, and whether you do it well, depends entirely on you.”
"I hope you can be mentally prepared," Ke Meiyu said coldly, enunciating each word clearly.
Everyone couldn't help but tense up. They had only thought that since the textile factory had been approved by the organization, they would definitely have a unit to accept them, but they hadn't thought about what kind of work unit and nature they would have in the future.
Nursing homes—just mentioning those three words gives them a headache.
Some people who quit their jobs are already starting to regret their impulsive decision.
Nursing homes are mostly for taking care of the elderly; how many real management positions are there?
Seeing that they looked reluctant to leave, Ke Meiyu continued calmly, "Now, come up one by one to register your information, then look at the recruitment requirements, and come to take the cultural subject exam the day after tomorrow."
Everyone was taken aback again. "Oh, Teacher Ke, there's going to be a test?"
Ke Meiyu has been working at the radio station for several years, and everyone is used to calling her Teacher Ke.
“We used to be textile factory workers, not students who hold pens, so why should we take exams? Even if we go to a nursing home, it's still taking care of people, which anyone can do, right?”
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