Chapter 77: Give Director Ming a "Longzhong Strategy"
When I came out of the bathroom, I became calm and confident.
I thought to myself, Master in Wuxiang City is a mountain peak that stretches before me. If I want to gain a foothold here, I must put up the "Night Talk" sign.
Don't tell him the plan right away, but be sure to lead him in, first suppressing him and then encouraging him.
I knew he wasn't interested in tea, so I picked up the cup and said deliberately:
"Drinking tea. Longjing tea given by a friend."
Director Ming was immersed in his own situation and smiled bitterly:
"Life is like this. You can't get things done just because you work hard. Some things are hard to do no matter how hard you try. If you insist on replacing someone, I can't do it. If I let someone else do it, I don't believe he is Zhuge Liang."
He patted the coffee table.
I laughed and said, "There's no point in getting angry. At worst, you can just quit being director. What's wrong with being deputy director? Can't you still live the same life?"
He looked at me in surprise.
I understand his mentality—he came to talk to me because he wanted me to give him some advice. But I didn't expect that my dog mouth, like everyone else's, could not spit out ivory.
He must have been extremely disappointed, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Just live on, just live on."
If we continue chatting like this, we will almost die.
At this moment, I suddenly burst into laughter.
Director Ming was so confused that he couldn't understand why.
He stared at me, afraid that something might happen to me, because there is only one step between genius and madness.
I knocked on the coffee table. "I'll give you a little idea. Not only will you not be demoted, you'll get promoted."
Director Ming leaned forward, almost reaching over the coffee table, his face reverent. He fixed his eyes on me and urged, "Tell me."
I folded my arms across my chest, leaned back, and said slowly:
"I went there yesterday and noticed that there was only one entrance and exit to the scenic area, and the rest of the area was just cliffs."
He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, one opening for entry and exit."
“How many people do you have now?”
"126 people."
"Not that many. Half, about 60 people will be enough."
Director Ming's eyes almost popped out: "Master Wan, please speak quickly."
I was not in a hurry to announce the answer, and said with a smile:
"You are Liu Bei, and I am Zhuge Liang. Now, I will give you a brilliant plan. However, first, I need to tell you some history."
"I love to listen to whatever you say."
At this time, the phone rang, and it was Xiuxiu calling. I stood up and said:
"Please sit down first. I'll take a call."
I walked straight out the door, his gaze escorting me all the way out.
"I sent you your photo, did you receive it?" Xiuxiu asked, her voice filled with anxiety and dissatisfaction.
I said with a guilty look on my face, "I'm so sorry, I'm so busy."
I was very busy in the store, sending my master's family to the high-speed rail station to install surveillance, and Director Ming was looking for me for something in the evening... I told him the truth.
She let out a long "Oh" and said, "It's the New Year, I know I'm busy."
"I'll come over to your place tomorrow night."
"OK."
"Not much to say, Director Ming is waiting for me."
"OK."
I went in and sat down. Director Ming said flatteringly, "You are such a busy man."
I took a sip of tea and pretended to be arrogant: "Where was I?"
"Tell me a bit of history."
"Yes, yes." I cleared my throat and continued:
"Australia was originally a desert until it was discovered by navigators. They began to migrate to Australia, preparing to develop this desolate land. This development required a large number of laborers, who were called slaves at the time.
The initial method was to count the number of people when they boarded the ship, such as in Spain, France, and Germany. If there were 500 slaves, the shipping fee for 500 slaves would be paid to the ship owner, who would then send the slaves to Australia.
Back then, the world was not as advanced as it is today. With such long distances, some slaves fell ill on board, some became seriously ill, and some died. The ship owner, regardless of whether they were sick or dead, threw them all back into the sea to feed the fish.
So, of the 500 slaves who set sail, when they were brought ashore in Australia, some were left with 400, some with 300, and some with only a few dozen.
Aren’t developers at a disadvantage?
Later, the developer came up with an idea: I'd just sit in Australia and hire people without any other concerns. The price was high, but they had to be alive and healthy. What was the result?
Director Ming reacted quickly and interrupted:
"The shipowner must have plenty of food on board, a doctor, and treat the slaves like their parents, because every living person is worth a fortune."
I picked up my teacup and said, "Come on, cheers. Now we have the answer to your question, Director Ming."
He rubbed his head, still not fully understanding it.
I said, "I've got an idea. Install a few scales at the entrances and exits of the scenic area, and pay by weight."
For example, how much does paper cost per kilogram? How much does iron and copper cost per kilogram? And so on.
They are categorized by weight, and charged according to the variety. Wouldn't people become incredibly industrious in order to earn more money? They would even climb up and take down scraps of paper hanging from the treetops, because taking it down would be income.
Director Ming didn't speak for a long time. I don't know if it was because he was too excited to speak, or because he was stunned by my "Wange Liang" words.
Suddenly, he stood up, walked around the coffee table, tears streaming down his face, and knelt before me. He kowtowed three times, once, twice, three times.
This action shocked me and I didn't know how to help him for a long time.
He stood up, tore off a few napkins from the table, wiped his tears, and smiled at me awkwardly: "I really cried, don't laugh at me."
I shook my head.
He sighed, "You are the first smart person I know."
I will explain the benefits in detail:
"So, not only will he pick up toilet paper or plastic cups on the road, but even a piece of paper that's been blown far to the side of the road and hanging on the edge of a cliff, he'll go pick it up."
Director Ming said: "Before, workers would get angry when they saw tourists littering cans. Now they will stare at others and say, 'Don't throw it away, give it to me,' even if they have just finished drinking it."
I continued, "Before, she was lazy and slacking off at work, but now she calls her husband and children to go pick up trash together on Sundays. And her husband and children don't even want you to pay them."
Director Ming pressed his chest and let out a long sigh: "Teacher Shanhong, I sincerely call you teacher. You are younger than me, but you are indeed my mentor in life."
I shook my head: "I don't deserve it."
"When I was little, I made a mistake and my father told me to kneel down, but I refused. But tonight, I kneel down to you."
I said, "In this way, instead of being demoted to deputy director, you will be promoted to deputy director or even director in the future."
He said affectionately, "Whether I become director or deputy director or not, I'll make friends with you and accept you as my mentor. I can't sit still any longer. I'm going home to write a proposal."
I smiled and said, "Go ahead."
I walked him to the door and he said goodbye to me. I looked up and saw a sky full of stars.
I checked the time and it was half past eight. I hurriedly drove to Youranju.
I have "raised" another person, and this person is worth "raising" well.
I couldn't help humming the tune I had adapted:
The exquisite young man is on the shore, living up to his youthful days...
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