Counterattack 1988

Chapter 837 You are my destiny [please subscribe monthly ticket]

Li Wenxiu chased her out with her son in her arms, and said with a smile, "Why are you angry? I'm not talking about you. I know you treat Wenjuan well. You treat her like your own sister. Now other men treat her too. Well, you will naturally be reluctant. Some fathers will also have this mentality when their daughters get married. "

Wang Lin chuckled: "Okay, stop talking, I'm not angry either!"

"You also said that you are not angry. Look at your face, it is as long as melted nougat."

"..."

Wang Lin went out and met Zhou Jun coming out head-on.

Zhou Jun was wearing a shiny black leather coat, his hair was combed shiny and his leather shoes were polished.

"Yo, Brother Jun." Wang Lin said with a smile, "You are fine with this outfit!"

Zhou Jun chuckled, picked up the collar of his leather jacket, and flicked it: "Pierre Cardin! Isn't it good? Wang Lin, you also have a whole piece. It looks very stylish when you wear it. This is the fashion now."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "I'm not used to wearing leather clothes, I'm used to wearing clothes made by my family Wenxiu."

"Hey! Men, just talk about your style outside. But you are such an excellent man, you don't need clothes to set it off. I'm different. I can only wear these brand clothes to pretend." Zhou Jun laughed.

In 1988, Pierre Cardin signed a Pierre Cardin menswear agency contract with Italy's GFT International Company. Subsequently, Italy's GFT International Company and Jinkou Textile Group jointly established Jinda Garment Co., Ltd., which also became Pierre Cardin. The first formal professional production company authorized in my country, and formally introduced Pierre Cardin into my country in 1990.

As one of the first international brands to enter the Chinese market, "Pierre Cardin" suits quickly developed into the most respectable business banquets for Chinese people and when newlyweds choose a spouse.

There have been media reports that around the 90s, Pierre Cardin’s market share in our country was as high as 40%, and it was even circulated that "the son of the factory director and the nephew of the director are not as good as a man wearing Pierre Cardin". boy" statement.

But the clothes of this brand are not cheap. A suit costs more than 600 yuan, and a cashmere sweater costs [-] yuan.

Like the leather jacket on Zhou Jun, the price is definitely not cheap.Wang Lin has never bought it, and he doesn't know the exact price.

Wang Lin thought, when will Zhou Jun be willing to spend so much money on clothes?

The two came downstairs talking and laughing, and went to work separately.

Sitting in the car, Wang Lin always felt that Zhou Jun had changed a lot recently and became different from before.

The car came to the gate of the company, and the big yard was crowded with people again.

Uncle Zhong said, "Mr. Wang, why are some employees here again?"

Wang Lindao: "Recently, we are working on the distribution of employees. I guess they are all here for this matter."

The 20 workers will be distributed to 80 large and small enterprises. Many of them have the same thoughts as Chen Meihua, that is, they want to return to work in the old factory.

There were more people coming this time, even if the courtyard was full, even the road outside was full of people.

The car couldn't get in at all, and there was no place to park when it got in.

Uncle Zhong can only park the car by the curb.

When Wang Lin got out of the car, he saw a lot of vendors on the side of the road, including fortune tellers.

The snow has stopped, but there is still snow on the side of the road, and the weather is extremely cold.

Vendors are not afraid of the cold, where there are many people, they tend to crowd.

The neighborhood of Little Braun Theater was originally a place where stalls and hawkers gathered.

Wang Lin had a very high tolerance for these vendors. He strictly ordered the security personnel not to drive and beat the vendors at will, but to regulate the business sites of the vendors.

Therefore, more people come here to set up stalls than other places.

An old man wearing black sunglasses and a goatee was sitting on a horse, with a small table in front of him, and on the table were fortune-telling objects such as fortune-telling sticks.

When Wang Lin passed by his booth, the old man suddenly shouted: "My lord, how about a fortune telling? My lord, I'm calling for you. This year is your birth year, so count it as one?"

Uncle Zhong wondered: "Mr. Wang, isn't he blind? Can he still see you? Could it be that he is a liar?"

Wang Lin was startled, stopped, walked to the fortune-telling booth, and said with a smile, "You called me?"

"Hello, nobleman." The old man tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"You know me?" Wang Lin asked with interest.

"I don't know you, but I feel your nobility."

"Hehe, noble?" Wang Lin laughed loudly, "You say that this year is my birth year? I say you are wrong!"

"I didn't make a mistake. I heard your footsteps, and I heard it." The old man said.

"Is there such a person? You can tell your age just by listening to your footsteps?" Wang Lin wondered.

"People of every age walk differently." The old man said in a spirited voice.

Uncle Zhong stood beside him and couldn't help smiling: "Old man, tell me, how old am I?"

"I only paid attention to him just now, and didn't pay attention to your footsteps. I'll listen to you when you take a few steps." The old man said.

Uncle Zhong walked back and forth twice in front of him.

The old man said, "You were born in 1948, a rat."

Uncle Zhong said: "You are wrong, I am a pig. 1948 was indeed a year of the rat. My parents often told me that when I was born, the world was very difficult. But I was born a year ago. According to the old calendar Forget it, I should be born in the Year of the Pig.”

The old man shook his head lightly: "You should be born on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, right?"

"That's right!" Uncle Zhong said in surprise, "You can figure it out? Isn't it the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, isn't there a Chinese New Year yet? That's why I'm a pig."

The old man said: "On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1947, the beginning of spring has already begun. Since the turn of the beginning of spring, it has already belonged to the Year of the Rat."

"You old man, you don't understand culture!" Uncle Zhong sneered, "In the past, who didn't calculate their zodiac signs according to the lunar calendar? Do you think modern young people all calculate according to the solar calendar?"

The old man said: "It's wrong. The twelve zodiac signs are not calculated according to January 1st of the Gregorian calendar, nor are they calculated according to the first day of the first month of the Han calendar."

Wang Lin was surprised when he heard this, and asked, "What is the calculation based on?"

The old man said: "Didn't I just say that? The zodiac sign is calculated according to the beginning of spring."

Wang Lin and Uncle Zhong looked at each other and smiled: "I've never heard of this kind of calculation. I can understand you saying it's based on the lunar calendar and solar calendar. You said it's based on the beginning of spring. What's the point?"

The old man smiled slightly: "There is a gap in the culture, there is no way around it. Young people don't understand, don't people in their 40s also understand?"

Uncle Zhong blushed: "I really haven't heard of it."

Wang Lin asked: "Is there any basis for your statement?"

The old man asked back: "My lord, have you read the history books? Not to mention, have you read the Qingshilu?"

"No. What's the matter?" Wang Linzhen had never read any history books.

The old man said: "The seventeenth volume of "Records of the Qing Dynasty", the ninth volume of the real records of Qianlong, on December [-], the twenty-seventh year of Qianlong, the beginning of spring in Gengxu, the record in "Records" is: Gengxu. It is the day Gui The beginning of spring in the next year."

Wang Lin has never read this kind of book, so he doesn't know whether it is true or not.

The old man asked again: "Have you seen Dream of the Red Chamber?"

Wang Lindao: "A Dream of Red Mansions? I have seen it."

The old man said: "Then you must not have looked carefully."

Wang Lindao: "How to say?"

The old man said: "The ninety-fifth chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions" in the Qing Dynasty wrote: It is the beginning of spring on December [-]th in the year of Jiayin, and the day of Yuanchun is December [-]th. It is to clearly point out the turning point of the Ganzhi calendar when recording the year and month."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Old man, you are really amazing! You are a fortune teller, you know so much knowledge!"

The old man said: "I haven't achieved anything in my life, so I just like to read some idle books. When I get old, I can only set up a stall to tell fortunes."

Wang Lindao: "What you read are not casual books, but also history and classics."

The old man said: "My lord, are you willing to accept my fortune-telling now?"

Wang Lindao: "I don't believe in fate, I believe in myself."

The old man was startled.

Wang Lin took out his wallet, took out a hundred yuan bill, and put it in the old man's hand: "But you did a good job, this money is for you."

The old man shouted: "My lord, please listen to me."

Wang Lin waved his hand and found that the other party couldn't see him, so he said, "I'm busy, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the gate of the company.

Uncle Zhong followed closely behind, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, this old man really has two brushes! So, my zodiac signs have always been wrong?"

Wang Lin said: "It doesn't matter! Who cares about these! What is the big deal? We live in the present. Don't you belong to the pig, you are the rat, so you are different?"

Uncle Zhong chuckled: "That's true."

The two walked through the human wall and walked to the steps.

Chen Meihua and other newly promoted vice presidents were standing on the steps, talking with workers' representatives.

"President Wang is here!" Seeing Wang Lin, Chen Meihua left the crowd and walked over.

Wang Lin nodded: "Mr. Chen, what's going on? Why are so many workers gathered here?"

Chen Meihua said: "Mr. Wang, after our employee allocation plan came out, many people complained. I came to the headquarters to explain it. I am explaining it to them."

These vice presidents spoke dryly and their throats were smoky, and they couldn't talk to these workers.

Wang Lin was not in a hurry to go upstairs, and asked the representatives of the workers, "What are your specific demands? What are you dissatisfied with the work arrangement? Is it because of the type of work? Or is it because of the salary?"

The workers' representatives knew that Wang Lin was the top manager of the group, and they should tell him if they had anything to say, so they said something.

"Mr. Wang, it's not that we are difficult to serve. We are all ordinary workers, and we don't have any requirements. No matter what type of work, we can do any hard work. It's just that the work arrangement this time is indeed unreasonable. place." A middle-aged man in his forties said.

Wang Lin nodded: "What are the specific problems? You can solve it by telling me, and I will solve it for you on the spot."

The middle-aged worker said: "Mr. Wang, I counted the feedback from the workers. Because many factories have been merged or withdrawn, we workers have been assigned to other factories. But these factories are too far away from where we live. It’s snowing today, and in the morning, we made a special trip to the new factory, we couldn’t get on the bus, couldn’t ride a bicycle, and it took more than an hour to walk there! It took two or three hours to get back, wouldn’t that kill people?”

"Yes! Mr. Wang," others immediately echoed, "We have old people and children in our family, why do we get up so early? It's too late to come back from get off work! How can we take care of the housework?"

Wang Lin looked at Chen Meihua: "Is there such a thing?"

Chen Meihua blushed and said, "Mr. Wang, it's hard to do everything well! It is necessary to take into account not only the type of work they do, but also the capacity of the factory. Therefore, we really do not consider the distance of the workers from their homes."

Jia Hongxi said: "It's snowing today, and the weather is special. In fact, it doesn't take so much time. Besides, the public housing can be exchanged! There are always difficulties, just solve them! How many people don't even have a job now What! Who still picks three and picks four?"

The middle-aged worker said: "Mr. Wang, we also know the difficulties of the company. It is very good to arrange a job for us. We should be content. But, can you arrange a job closer to home for us? Or give us a job? We are changing public housing near the factory? It is too difficult for our employees to change housing by themselves.”

Wang Lin nodded: "I have written down your request. I will try my best to adjust it and give everyone a satisfactory answer. Do you have any other requests?"

The middle-aged worker said: "Mr. Wang, there is another request. After our original factory is withdrawn and merged, the ancillary benefits such as children's college, employee hospital, and movie theater will also be cancelled? Then where will our children study in the future? Now It just happens to be a holiday, but it doesn’t matter, the school will start after the Spring Festival, and the children have to go to school! If it is arranged nearby, should the group’s executives be asked to come forward to coordinate with the local government office?”

Wang Lin nodded calmly: "These are important questions, and you raised them in a timely manner! Our headquarters will come up with an opinion as soon as possible! Are there any other questions?"

The middle-aged worker said: "Mr. Wang, some of our workers have changed jobs. We are not afraid of hard work and are willing to learn new jobs. But, is the company arranging a training? Let us workers who have been transferred to new jobs , can you adapt to the new job as soon as possible?"

Wang Lindao: "I've also made a note of this matter. The takeover work of the headquarters has just started, and there are so many things going on. There must be things that I can't take care of. Please forgive me. If you have any questions in the future, you only need to send a worker representative Just come and report to us. In this freezing weather, everyone should stop gathering!"

He raised his voice and waved to the crowd: "Everyone, go back! We will give you a satisfactory answer to your questions within three days!"

It's really cold to stand outside!

Wang Lin only stood there for more than ten minutes, but he felt cold under his feet.

Those hawkers who set up stalls, if it wasn't for their livelihood, who would have braved such severe cold to come out to operate?

If the workers in front of them were not for their own interests, they would not have gathered here.

After hearing Wang Lin's words, the workers felt reassured.

Someone shouted: "Wang is always a man of faith. We can trust what he says! He said he will solve our difficulties, and he will solve them. Let's go home!"

The north wind howled, and a gust of cold wind blew over, causing Wang Lin's body to tremble slightly.

But hearing what the employees said, Wang Lin felt extremely warm in his heart.

The employees are really tolerant and trust him.

No matter how big or difficult the problem is, at most they just come here to reflect, and no one has ever caused trouble.

Textile Factory is really a group of lovely and kind people!
Wang Lin clasped his fists in both hands, saluting: "Thank you, everyone, come here! Please go back!"

The people in the yard gradually dispersed.

Wang Lin watched them leave, and then said to Chen Meihua and the others: "The workers reported the problems just now, please come up with solutions as soon as possible. I don't want to hear any difficulties, and I don't want to hear your complaints and grievances. For sure, find a way to solve the difficulty!"

Chen Meihua smiled wryly: "Mr. Wang, some of these problems are things we didn't think of before, but there are more things that we can't solve."

Wang Lin asked in a deep voice: "What problems can't be solved?"

Chen Meihua said: "After the factory is cancelled, the relevant children's schools and workers' hospitals must also be cancelled."

Wang Lindao: "I don't think this should be a problem. After the merger of several factories, the number of employees has also decreased. The new factory has a school for children and a hospital for employees. Wouldn't it be enough to rearrange them?"

Chen Meihua said: "This brings us back to the first problem. The factory is too far away from home, and the workers are unwilling to accept this arrangement."

Wang Lin frowned: "Then solve the first problem first. Either help them transfer to a nearby job, or help them transfer public housing near the new factory."

"Mr. Wang, how can this be so easy?" Chen Meihua said, "The exchange of public housing is the most difficult! It is possible to exchange one or two houses, but it is too difficult to exchange so many houses at the same time!"

Wang Lin also knew that the per capita residential area in Shanghai is only four or five square meters.

The reform of commercial housing has not yet started, and people in Shanghai mainly live in public housing.

Even if there are some commercial housing for sale to the society, it is not affordable for workers.

Houses are a hard currency in any era, and even more so in the early 90s. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy a suitable house.

It is necessary to be close to the factory, and there are also supporting facilities related to welfare such as children's schools and workers' hospitals nearby, and other requirements are indispensable.

It's not that these workers don't have houses to live in, but it's inconvenient, so they ask to change houses.

It is also difficult to change rooms!
In the case of fund-raising housing, with so many workers, it will not be solved in a short while.Moreover, many working-class families may not be able to spend the money to build fund-raising housing.

Wang Linjun frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Go back to the company first, and we'll discuss this matter later!"

Chen Meihua and the others agreed and followed Wang Lin upstairs.

Wang Lin said to them: "Anyway, you should come up with an effective solution first."

Jia Hongxi said: "Mr. Wang, you can't be too obedient to the workers! If they dislike this, just change a group of people! I'm afraid they will ask for this and that, and seek a sense of superiority. What will happen in the future? Come to the headquarters."

Wang Lin glanced at him: "Comrade Jia Hongxi, there is something wrong with what you said! What's wrong with the workers making legitimate demands? If we can help solve it, we will help solve it! If it can't be solved, we will talk to the workers at that time. Discuss with us, I believe they are also reasonable people!"

Jia Hongxi didn't dare to speak anymore.

A group of people walked to the office.

Wang Lin stood still and said: "You guys discuss it first and come up with a solution! Pushing the blame is not the way to solve the problem!"

Liang Meihua replied: "Okay, Mr. Wang, we will have a meeting to discuss it."

Wang Lin hummed and walked into his office.

Isn't he inviting these people here just to let them do things?
This can't be solved, so it's troublesome, what can I ask you to do?

Wang Lin shook his head and sat down on the boss chair.

He thought of what the old fortune teller said just now, so he came to the reading room.

There is "Dream of Red Mansions" in the reading room.

Wang Lin took it out and looked through it.

He turned to the chapter the old man said, searched carefully, and found that sentence.

Wang Lin couldn't help but smiled wryly, thinking that he was studying by himself, so it turned out that he really didn't understand.

"Wang Lin! You've been studying this early in the morning?" Sister Lin walked in gracefully, with her delicate body like a willow supporting the wind, she walked slowly, carrying a burst of fragrance.

"Sister Lin." Wang Lin said with a smile, "Why did you come to work?"

"I'll take care of some things. Shen Xue can't come, so I have to come and watch, right?" Sister Lin smiled sweetly, "Hey, let's see the red building!"

"Look up some information." Wang Lin smiled. "Just now outside, I heard an old fortune-teller say that our zodiac signs are divided according to the beginning of spring. Let me check this knowledge point."

"Is the zodiac sign divided according to the beginning of spring? That's right! The beginning of spring is the first of the twenty-four solar terms."

"you know?"

"When I participated in the cultural training class of Dream of Red Mansions, an expert on red studies gave us a lecture and talked about this point of knowledge. It's just that people are messed up now, either they use New Year's Day as the boundary, or they use the first month of the month as the boundary. One is the boundary. There is another knowledge point. The solar calendar and lunar calendar we often talk about are actually wrong. The calendar we use is a yin-yang calendar, not a lunar calendar. It can be called the imperial calendar or the Han calendar."

"It's too complicated." Wang Lin said with a smile, "It seems that I have to learn more from you."

"As long as you know how to make money, what do you know? You're not a pedant!"

"That's true." Wang Lin said with a smile, "You are such a knowledgeable beauty!"

"Hey, Wang Lin, do you believe in fate? You still go to fortune-telling?"

"This?" Wang Lin said with a smile, "I believe in fate, but I believe that fate is in one's own hands."

"It's like you didn't say that."

"..."

"I believe in fate. Many things are predestined. For example, if I want to play Lin Daiyu, then I can only play it, because this is my destiny! Hehe! If I like someone, then he will also be My man, because he will also be my destiny!"

"Hahaha! As expected of you, you speak confidently and boldly! I don't know who will be your destiny?"

"are you?"

"Me? I would rather! It's just that we met too late." Wang Lin knew that she liked to joke, so he smiled.

Sister Lin giggled, then tilted her head and looked at him in a daze.

The two were chatting, and there were voices of talking in the corridor outside.

As soon as Wang Lin heard the voice, he knew that it was Li Wenjuan who had come, and the voice of another man was Yang Wei.

He frowned, this Yang Wei is really haunted!

Hearing Li Wenjuan and Yang Wei talking and laughing happily, Wang Lin felt angry for no reason.

Sister Lin saw the change in his mood and asked, "Wang Lin, what's wrong?"

Wang Lin shook his head lightly: "It's okay. Don't you still have a job? Go get busy first, and we'll talk later at night."

Sister Lin nodded: "OK."

Wang Lin returned to the office and said to Guo Lingling, "Go and call Li Wenjuan over to me!"

(End of this chapter)