I can see the commodity price curve

Of course, Zhang Yue didn’t care whether he would follow in the other party’s footsteps.

It’s just 1 billion, which is just a drop in the bucket for him.

It doesn’t matter if it succeeds or not.

However, Zhang Yue thought so, but Zuo Pingyang didn't.

He came to Dijang and said, "Foreign Minister Dijang, last time I told you about the caste system problem here, how should we solve it?"

Di Rang was chatting happily with other bosses, but when he heard Zuo Pingyang's words, his expression twitched instantly.

"Mr. Zuo, please don't worry about this matter.

I told you I've been trying to find a solution, you just need to wait for a while, I believe the problem will be solved satisfactorily. "

Zuo Pingyang was immediately unhappy: "What? Still have to wait?

I have contacted you no less than twenty times, and you said the same thing every time.

When will this wait end? "

Di Rang was somewhat helpless: "Don't worry, Mr. Zuo, I know you have your reasons.

But I also have my own difficulties.

The caste system is a unique feature of India and is also something we are proud of.

For example, I am a typical upper caste.

People of high caste have one characteristic, which is that they are very smart.

So you should not always think about putting high caste people and low caste people together.

This will lower the IQ of people of higher castes, which will be counterproductive for you.

Foxconn is a business, and any business needs management, and management requires a smart brain.

So this matter will definitely do you more good than harm."

Zuo Pingyang suddenly became anxious: "What are the advantages that outweigh the disadvantages?
I say it again, what I want are people who work hard, not so-called managers.

Foxconn lacks everything else except managers.

So you have to give me a solution today, or I won’t leave.”

Di Rang rubbed his head and said, “Okay, I know you have your reasons.

But this matter really cannot be rushed. I have been trying to help you find a solution, but please give me some time. "

Zuo Pingyang was helpless: "I give you time, who will give me time?

You know, I haven’t even completed one-fifth of the production task assigned to me.

The completion time was three months, and now two months have passed.

There is one month left, and four fifths of the total project needs to be completed.

I am under a lot of pressure right now. If you delay for a few more days, Foxconn will go bankrupt.”

Seeing Di Rang remain silent, Zuo Pingyang suddenly said: "In fact, you and I both know the solution very well, don't we?

I only need one command from you, and with that command, all other problems will be solved."

Di Rang looked at Zuo Pingyang, suddenly smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Director Zuo, it's not that I don't want to give this order.

But this order cannot be given, and even if it is given, it will be useless."

Seeing the two of them in a stalemate, Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask, "What order are you talking about?"

Zuo Pingyang said calmly: "Abolish the caste system."

Zhang Yue staggered, and patted Zuo Pingyang on the shoulder: "Brother Zuo, if it weren't for my brother, I would hit you. Foreign Minister Di Rang really can't do this."

Just kidding, the caste system is deeply rooted in India.

No one can change that, not even the President of Thailand.

As a result, Zuo Pingyang, a small factory director, dared to challenge this.

This is as difficult as making all Thai people stop believing in Buddhism.

Zuo Pingyang shook his head: "You misunderstood. When I said to abolish the caste system, I didn't mean to abolish the central system in India.

Instead, the caste system should be abolished within Foxconn factories.

Anyone, no matter what his previous identity was, can enter Foxconn and become a worker of Foxconn.

Then he is equal to other workers.

He can work, eat and laugh with anyone."

Zhang Yue nodded and said to Di Rang, "I think his request is not excessive, and if it is only implemented in the Foxconn factory, it should be feasible."

But Dirang shook his head: "Absolutely not. As long as we are in India, this order cannot appear."

Zhang Yue couldn't help but asked, "Is it really not possible?

Foreign Minister Dirang, I have no other meaning.

And strictly speaking, Foxconn and I are competitors.

But regarding the problems with your country's system, it does seriously hinder the development of enterprises.

If so, I have to express my concerns about the business conditions of my Wuji Mobile in India."

Di Rang looked embarrassed. After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I'm very sorry, I can't give this order."

Finally, he looked at Zhang Yue and said, "If Mr. Zhang cancels his investment in India because of this incident, I can only express my deep regret."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yue shook his head and said, "Cancel the investment in India? Why should we cancel the investment?"

Now it was Dirang’s turn to be stunned: “Didn’t you just express your concerns about the caste system?
I have done everything I can to create a good business environment for you, but there are some things I can’t do.”

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "It's okay, I just said that.

After all, I know you are in a difficult situation, just understand each other."

“Really, that’s great!
Thank you for your understanding! ”

Di Rang held Zhang Yue's hand for a long time without letting go.

As India's foreign minister, Foxconn is not the first to point out to him that there are problems with the caste system in the country.

But the problem is, I really can’t solve this kind of thing by myself!

Especially when orders are issued in the name of the official, as soon as the order comes out, it will definitely be criticized by everyone.

By then, it will definitely lead to collective retaliation from the upper caste people, and my position as India's foreign minister will be over.

"No, Boss Zhang, isn't it inappropriate for you to do this?"

Zuo Pingyang and Yang Ze sat together.

Yang Ze's answer just now gave Di Rang enough reasons to reject him.

So Zuo Pingyang had to leave very depressed.

Zhang Yue smiled slightly and said, "Come, let's have some hometown food.

This five-star hotel is really good.

Not only does it provide Chinese food specifically for people in our country, but it also strictly divides Chinese food.

It is absolutely rare to eat hometown food here.”

When Zuo Pingyang saw that Zhang Yue did not answer his question but started talking about catering, his face instantly turned darker.

"Boss Zhang, let me be frank with you.

Although we are enemies in China, we are partners in India.

Your Wuji mobile phone was produced by me on your behalf.

It has nothing to do with me if the mobile phone parts cannot be completed on time because of your attitude."

Zhang Yue suddenly smiled and said, "Director Zuo, I originally thought you were a top student, so I respected you.

Now it seems that you are not capable enough!"

Zuo Pingyang's eyes narrowed instantly: "What do you mean?"

“Quite simply, yes, India does have a caste system.

In fact, it is not just India, but also many countries in Africa where there is a huge gap in social relations between people.

It's just that there aren't as many rules and regulations as India. The only country where everyone is truly equal is ours.

And there is a saying that goes, there are always more solutions than problems.

If you are completely stuck just because of a caste system.

I don’t think you will be able to do any better in the future.”

Zuo Pingyang frowned: "Boss Zhang, do you have any good ideas to solve this problem?"

Zhang Yue smiled slightly: "There is no solution yet, but I can go to your Foxconn factory when I have time. Maybe I will find one by then."

Zuo Pingyang's eyes lit up, then he grabbed Zhang Yue and was about to leave.

Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what are you doing?"

“What else can I do? Of course I’ll ask you for help.

Come on, let’s go to Foxconn now.”

Zhang Yue felt helpless. This guy was too impatient.

In fact, Zuo Pingyang cannot be blamed. He is almost driven crazy by this matter.

The Foxconn factory is about fifteen kilometers away from the five-star hotel where Zhang Yue lives.

When Zhang Yue looked at the rows of tall buildings in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh:
As expected of Foxconn, it actually built a small city of its own here.

He gave Zuo Pingyang a thumbs up and said, "You are so courageous. I must learn from you in the future!"

Unexpectedly, Zuo Pingyang's face wrinkled into a bitter gourd: "Learn from me? You'd better forgive me!
What I regret most now is building such a large Foxconn factory in India.

Do you know how much I spent in total?
A full eight billion!"

Zhang Yue was stunned for a moment: "Wait, how much did you say you spent just now?"

"Eight billion!"

"Is it so cheap? I thought a factory this big would cost at least 100 billion.

It seems that it makes sense that everyone is rushing to move to India.

After all, things here are really cheap.”

Zhou Pingyang's face was full of helplessness: "Brother, don't you know that there is a saying in China that cheap goods are not good?

That’s right, both labor and prices are much cheaper here.

But it’s better not to have such a bargain.

You know what I miss the most now?

It was the time I spent in Zhongzhou, China.

As the deputy factory director, I sit in the office every day and do nothing but drink tea and chat.

As for the work in the factory, the workers did their work in an orderly manner without me having to give any instructions.

I even always feel that the team leader in Foxconn's production workshop is completely dispensable.

It wasn’t until I came here that I realized these are two completely different worlds.”

Zhang Yue shook his head.

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw a large group of people standing at the gate of Foxconn.

Some of these people gathered in groups of three or five, while others chatted and laughed with others, looking lazy and bored.

Zhang Yue took a look and immediately said to Zuo Pingyang: "Old Zuo, you are a very dishonest person!"

Zuo Pingyang was stunned, not quite understanding what Zhang Yue meant.

Zhang Yue said: "If I remember correctly, the first time we met, I was standing at the entrance of Foxconn, asking you for your salary along with other extras, right?"

Zuo Pingyang nodded. Thinking of this incident, he still felt a little amused.

Zhang Yue was helpless: "Okay, look at your expression.
Although I was also an actor at the time, it is true that Foxconn owed workers wages, so I did not wrongly accuse you.

But I never expected that you would not pay your workers in China, and you would not pay them in India either."

Zuo Pingyang was puzzled: "Why don't I pay the Indian workers? Their wages have always been paid on time?"

Zhang Yue pointed at the group of people at the door and said, "Do you think I will believe it? They can even come to the door to ask for their wages."

Zhou Pingyang looked in the direction Zhang Yue pointed, and his expression changed immediately.

He quickly ran up to these people and asked in angry English: "Why are you here if you are not working in the workshop?"

One of the middle-aged men looked up at him and said, "It's too stuffy in the workshop. Let's go out and get some fresh air."

"What? To ventilate? You are working for me. Do you understand?"

Middle-aged man: "I know, I am your worker and I should work for you.

Besides, I have already finished the work, so I just came out to take a breath, and then I will go back."

Zuo Pingyang: "The work has been done. How much have you done?"

"I tightened twenty-eight screws."

Zuo Pingyang: “…”

“It’s eleven o’clock in the morning now. You’ve been at work since eight o’clock in the morning, so three full hours have passed.

And you told me you tightened twenty-eight screws in total?"

The other party nodded: "Isn't it a bit too much? It doesn't matter, I am a very dedicated person, so don't be too moved."

A young man in his twenties nearby immediately raised his hand and said, “He is indeed very dedicated, unlike me.

I tightened seven screws in total, the fewest among everyone else.

But there is nothing we can do about it. People have different personalities, abilities, values, etc.

I have never been proud of my laziness. "

Zuo Pingyang: “…”

Zhang Yue looked at all this with a strange expression on his face. He asked the middle-aged man, "Are you all Foxconn workers?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "That's right."

Zhang Yue smiled slightly: "Then I will tell you a good news now, you are fired."

The middle-aged man was stunned: "What did you say? Fire me? Just because of you?"

Zhang Yue nodded: "Why? Is it not possible?"

"Of course not. There are many people in this world who can fire me, but you are definitely not one of them."

Zhang Yue wanted to say more, but Zhou Pingyang immediately pulled him aside and said, "Boss Zhang, you really are not qualified to fire him."

Zhang Yue was stunned: "What do you mean?
Oh, I see. I am not from Foxconn.

The main reason is that I was used to issuing commands casually.

In this case, the task of firing people is now left to you."

Unexpectedly, Zuo Pingyang shook his head and said, "I am not qualified to fire him either."

Zhang Yue was stunned: "Aren't you the director of Foxconn's Indian branch?
The entire Foxconn India plant has to listen to you, and you tell me you have no right to fire them?"

Zuo Pingyang nodded: "Yes, isn't this very difficult to understand?

But that's how it is in India.

The other party is a high caste person. If you want to expel him, you must have a higher status than him.

Of course, I am not referring to wealth, but to the caste system that is unique to India.”

Zhang Yue: “You mean, that guy is a Foxconn worker.

If you want him to get out, you can only ask his father, or someone of similar level to his father, for help? "

"Correct!"

Zhang Yue was stunned for a long time, but couldn't help but say: "This world is too crazy, even mice can be bridesmaids for cats."

Zuo Pingyang smiled bitterly: "Now you can understand my difficulties, right?
It’s not that there’s something wrong with my ability, but this place is just so fucked up.

I really can’t figure it out.”

(End of this chapter)