Counterattack 1988

After hearing Zhou Boqiang's answer, Wang Lin felt a little bitter.

He asked Deng Dabao: "President Deng, what do you think?"

Deng Dabao said: "Mr. Wang has always been far-sighted, and there must be deep meaning in doing so. But judging from the current situation, it is really difficult to arrange for Anfang Factory!"

The bitterness in Wang Lin's heart became heavier.

He didn't think it was a wrong move to acquire Anfang Factory, but he felt that none of his subordinates could see the future trend and direction.

But don't blame them, why can't they see the future of the textile industry?
Wang Lin didn't answer them right away, but said: "Our company's think tank is being formed. When we return to Shencheng, we can just ask them about the future of Anfang Factory."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Wang, those you invited are all experts and scholars. They may be more knowledgeable than us, but in terms of corporate management, I'm afraid they are not as good as us! Will listening to them lead to a good future?"

Wang Lin smiled slightly, and he knew that after the establishment of the think tank, it would definitely attract criticism and dissatisfaction among the existing executives.

Before the think tank officially started working, Zhou Boqiang had an opinion.

Wang Lin said with a smile: "Whether they are useful or not, don't you know after a while? The future of Anfang Factory will be a matter of the future. The products of this Canton Fair will be these products. We can What we do is how to expand sales.”

The establishment of the think tank was the result of Wang Lin's careful consideration.

As for how much power does the think tank have as counselors and deliberations, and what kind of rights can they exercise in the company?
This point is not yet clear.

Wang Lin is busy recruiting experts.

The last time Wang Lin found Qian Ying, the other party said he would go home and discuss with his wife.

Qian Ying replied to Wang Lin the next day, saying that she was willing to accept Wang Lin's offer, but there was one thing, the annual salary Wang Lin offered was too high.

Naturally, Wang Lin didn't speak highly of it.

He paid a high salary, so naturally he has his intentions.

Thousands of gold buy horse bones, and they have been stationed in Taiwan since Kui.

No matter how much Qian Ying is worth, Wang Lin gave an annual salary of 50. Those people who think they are better than Qian Ying still keep coming?

Qian Ying probably understood this truth, so she agreed.

With Qian Ying joining, it will be much easier for Wang Lin to find other masters.

Qian Ying is a banner.

His annual salary is even more a gong to recruit talents!
It is almost certain that the older generation of intellectuals has not made much money in the past few decades.

Although it is said that in the era when they lived, they had no worries about food and drink, and there was no shortage of housing, but the food was average and the living was tight. Under the impact of the tide of the reform era, who would not want to make more money and improve their lives? ?
Wang Lincoln paid a big price to invite them to be think tanks, which can be said to be the right time!

However, the high salaries of the think tanks have attracted a sigh of relief from the executives.

Even Zhou Boqiang and Deng Dabao, who had always been the most supportive of Wang Lin's work, were quite critical.

But Wang Lin has made up his mind, and no one can change it.

After Deng Dabao, Zhou Boqiang and others greeted Wang Lin, they withdrew.

With this effort, Wang Lin's head hurt again.

Mianbo helped him to lie down on the bed.

Wang Lin let out a sigh.

Mianling said: "Mr. Wang, don't think about it. The sales of Anfang Factory will naturally open up. It just takes some time."

Wang Lin waved his hand and said, "I don't have much expectations for the performance of Anfang Factory in this Canton Fair. Even if it only sells for a few hundred million, I'm satisfied. After major reform, Anfang Factory is like a brand new company. , for the first time to participate in the Canton Fair, what kind of outstanding performance can you have?"

Mianling said: "Yes, Mr. Wang, if you think about it this way, you can feel relieved."

Wang Lindao: "I'm worried about the company's talents."

"Talent? Doesn't the company have a lot of talent now? There are talents in all aspects."

"Mr. Zhou is getting old, and his thinking is somewhat conservative. Mr. Deng is not knowledgeable enough, and his knowledge is only mediocre—I'm telling you these things, and you don't want to spread them out."

"I know, Mr. Wang."

"I was thinking, who can replace them?"

"Mr. Wang, maybe they have shortcomings of one kind or another, but under your wise leadership, they have done a good job. In fact, each of us has shortcomings, such as lack of character, lack of knowledge, and lack of experience. There will be deficiencies. I have a high degree of education, but my experience is not as good as Mr. Deng and Mr. Zhou. However, under your leadership, we can all perform our duties and do our jobs well, which is enough. "

"Haha! You are flattering me."

"President Wang, what I'm saying is from the heart. Although I haven't been in the headquarters for a long time, I can see it clearly. Anyone can leave the Aishiu Group, as long as you are here. You are our handsome, our soul."

"Okay, I'll sleep. Headache."

Mianbo waited for him to fall asleep, pulled the quilt to cover him up, and tucked the corners of the quilt thoughtfully.

Wang Lin snored.

Mianbo sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the man.

Immediately, she let out a long sigh.

Wang Lin is indeed a very good man.

However, he is already someone else's man!
Are you really going to sink down this road?
Mian Boll supported himself with his hands, and fell into deep thought.

Love comes so violently and without warning!
She suddenly remembered a sentence she read in a book.

"Stomach troubles are always caused by gluttony. Malnutrition is a gift of God for the education of the stomach. And you should remember this: every appetite, even love, has an appetite, and it must not be too full."

Mianbo couldn't convince herself that in the name of love, she would do things that were not easy.

Otherwise, she would have been with Wang Lin long ago, right?

Every woman loves money, but in different ways.

Playing with love rashly is like playing with fire, and there is a danger of self-immolation at any time.

Mianbo didn't want to make herself a ghost and a ghost because of this matter.

Thinking of this, Mianling secretly made up his mind to keep a distance from Wang Lin in the future and stop playing with fire like this.

Once the gun is wiped and fired one day, what should I do?
When Wang Lin woke up, there was no cotton boll around him.

He checks the time, 05:30pm.

Without taking his body temperature, Wang Lin could feel that his fever had subsided a lot.

His clothes are soaked through!

Wang Lin got up and looked for a suit of clothes. Thinking that he should be fine, he went to take a shower.

He turned on the hot water, took a good bath with warm water, and came out feeling refreshed.

The feeling of being sick is so uncomfortable!
Wang Lin put on his clothes, and seeing that Mian Ling hadn't come back, he called her.

"where did you go?"

"Mr. Wang, you're awake. When I left, I took your temperature and found that your fever had subsided before I left."

"I'm asking you, where have you been?"

"Mr. Wang, I'll come to the exhibition hall of the Canton Fair to have a look."

"There are so many people guarding the exhibition hall, how about you?"

"Mr. Wang, didn't you tell me? Let me analyze other products of the Canton Fair and write a report for you? I have been in Huacheng for several days, so I have to do some work, right?"

"Uh--Okay! Then you come back to eat? I'll wait for you."

"Mr. Wang, go eat first if you are hungry! I may come back later, so you don't have to wait for me."

"..."

Wang Lin could clearly feel that Mianbo's speech and attitude had changed greatly.

Although he didn't know what happened, Wang Lin decided to ignore it.

Wang Lin was indeed hungry, so he came downstairs to eat.

He hasn't eaten well in the past two days, because nothing tastes good.

Now that he has finally recovered a little, of course he has to work hard.

He took a look at the menu and ordered a few dishes.

"Baiyun Pork Knuckle, Spicy Sea Bass Balls, Boiled Shrimp, Chicken Porridge..."

The waiter couldn't help interrupting him: "I'm pregnant, how many people are you dining with?"

Wang Lindao: "It's just me."

The waiter smiled and said, "That's enough! Sir, our dishes are quite generous. If you order too much, you won't be able to finish them all. The dishes you ordered are enough for two people."

"Oh, let's do it!" Wang Lin put down the menu.

The waiter pursed his lips and chuckled: "Please wait a moment, sir."

Wang Lindao: "Are you from Xichuan?"

"Yes, sir, how did you know?" the waiter asked in surprise, "Are you too?"

"I'm not from Xichuan. From your accent, I sound like someone from there."

"Yes, sir, you must have seen a lot."

"Hehe, it's okay! Serve the food quickly."

"Okay, sir."

The waiter bowed slightly and left.

According to statistics, in 1994, the surge of migrant workers in the Mainland reached more than 7000 million.

In 1988, there were only over 2000 million migrant workers.

At that time, people who went to Guangzhou and Shenzhen to work could get a salary of 300 to 600 yuan.

Because in the mid-80s, tens of thousands of foreign-funded enterprises emerged in Guangzhou, Shenzhen and other places, requiring a large number of workers.

However, with the impact of a large number of migrant workers, the wages of workers have not risen for several years, and some factories have even lowered their wages in disguise. Anyway, if you don’t work, some people are waiting outside.

The huge number of women engaged in special occupations in Guangzhou, Shenzhen and other places also began to increase from this period.

Of course, Wang Lin was clear about these things.

When they come to the Canton Fair every year, they will find some local people to help them move materials and goods, and sometimes they also need translators for special languages.

In the past, it was difficult to find such people, and the asking price was high. This year is obviously different. It can be seen that the competition among migrant workers is getting bigger and bigger.

Wang Lin called Uncle Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, where are you?"

Uncle Zhong replied: "Mr. Wang, I'm at the hotel. If you are sick, I have nothing to do."

"Uncle Zhong, I'm eating in the restaurant, come down and eat together!"

"Ah? Mr. Wang, you went downstairs? I'm sorry, I just slept for a while and didn't notice you went downstairs."

"It's okay, Langlang Qiankun, what can happen? Come down quickly!"

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin used to live in a hotel, whenever Wang Lin went out, Uncle Zhong would definitely follow him.

He actually dropped the chain today?
But Wang Lin didn't care.

There is soft music floating in the restaurant, which makes people mesmerized.

Romantic and beautiful decoration style, exquisite food full of Cantonese flavor.

In such an environment, it is extremely pleasant to drink some wine and chat with friends!
The soft saxophone filled the entire restaurant, like an invisible smoke spreading, slowly, slowly occupying people's hearts, making it difficult for people to feel nervous and angry.

Wang Lin had just been ill, coupled with Mianbo's alienation for no reason, he was in a bad mood at first, but listening to this graceful music, he gradually calmed down.

At this time, an inappropriate voice came over.

"Hey, Miss, do you guys sing karaoke here?" A man with a heavy accent asked loudly.

Wang Lin turned his eyes and saw a man in a very fashionable dress, holding the hand of the waiter just now and asking questions.

"Sir, please let go." The waiter shook his hand and said, "Our hotel has karaoke, if you want to play, I will tell you to go."

"Hey, don't worry, little sister, did you touch and sing in your karaoke?"

"What is touch singing? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Why are you pretending to be pure? Just touching and singing! Hahaha!"

The men at the same table suddenly laughed wantonly.

"Sir, you hurt my hand, please let me go."

"After you answered my question, I will let go of your hand. Is there a little girl to sing with you?"

"No! Sir! We are a formal place here, how can we have that kind of service?"

"You lied to me? Other hotels have them! Are you the only one here?"

"Really not. Please let me go. Ouch!"

There were many people in the hotel restaurant, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Wang Lin couldn't stand it any longer, got up and strode over, grabbed the man's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "What kind of skill is bullying a weak woman?"

"You, who are you? Do you need to meddle in your own business?" The man glared, "Didn't your mother teach you before going out? Stop meddling and live a few more years!"

Wang Lin sneered and said, "People in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world! Didn't your mother teach you? When you go out, you have to learn to respect people, especially women!"

He grabbed the opponent's wrist, and seeing that the opponent still refused to let go, he couldn't help but exert his strength, causing the opponent to feel pain.

The man's wrist hurt from being pinched by Wang Lin.

He had no choice but to let go of the waiter's hand, and shouted at Wang Lin: "Hey! Are you impatient, kid?"

Wang Lin shook his hand and said with a sneer, "Don't speak so aggressively! I'll give you a piece of advice, it's better to keep your tail between your legs when you're going out!"

The man said: "You want to take care of it? How old are you?"

Wang Lindao: "You don't need to know who I am, and you don't deserve to ask! As long as you don't bully others, this is not a place for you to run wild!"

The man was taken aback by Wang Lin's aura.

Ordinary people would definitely not be able to say what Wang Lin said.

Even if you can think of it, you dare not say it in front of others!

What's more, there is only one person in Wang Lin, but the opponent has five strong men and three women!
Under such circumstances, Wang Lin still dared to speak big words, which showed that he was not bragging.

Someone nearby pulled the man: "Forget it!"

Wang Lin said to the waiter, "Are you okay? Do you want to call the police?"

The waiter said with tears in his eyes: "My hand hurts from his scratch."

The man's anger value was adjusted to the highest value by Wang Lin's sentence, whether to call the police or not.

"Call the police? Okay, report it! I'm still afraid of you?" The man roared angrily, grabbed a plate at the same time, and hit Wang Lin.