plum city

Chapter 62 face to face

Fang Guofei went up to the second floor. The second floor is the packaging workshop and the cutting workshop. All the pieces that should be cut in the cutting workshop have been cut. The cutting bed is not working, and everyone has gone down to help.The packaging workshop is basically filled with local women who have already got off work.

Fang Guofei walked to the end of the corridor, where there were men's toilets on one side and women's toilets on the other.Fang Guofei didn't want to go to the toilet. He threw the paper ball out of the window at the end of the corridor, took out a cigarette from his pocket, faced the corridor and smoked with his back against the window.

After a while, the security manager came up with his supervisor Qiao Ling, and Fang Guofei quickly threw the half-smoked cigarette out of the window.The two people came closer, and the security manager returned to the stairs to look out for them.

Fang Guofei looked at his supervisor, who blushed and looked a little unnatural.

Fang Guofei said: "Qiaoling, we are old acquaintances. Can you tell me the truth? Don't worry, I will definitely not tell Director Zhao a word of what you told me."

Qiaoling nodded.

"Now in the factory, why can't we produce more? I know there are a lot of people missing, and it will be difficult to replace them all at once, but even if these people are missing, the production will not drop so much."

Qiaoling sighed: "Why else? Not only me, but several of our supervisors have told Factory Director Zhao. If he doesn't listen, there is nothing we can do."

"What did you say?"

"He lowered wages by an average of [-] percent."

Fang Guofei's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Why?"

"I don't know, how do I know what he thinks? We talked too much, and he even asked us whether he is the boss or we are the bosses, and who can decide the wages? He said so, what else can we say? ? To be honest, Mr. Fang, not to mention the workers, even I think it’s pointless to continue working here. It’s not as good as before and there is labor insurance, don’t you think so?”

Fang Guofei sighed deeply in his heart and scolded Factory Director Zhao again. He continued to ask: "Then the locals don't work overtime at night. What's going on? The construction period is obviously so tight."

"The overtime subsidy is gone, who will come?" Qiaoling raised her lips.

All work in the garment factory is based on piecework, but when it comes to rushing goods, you need to work overtime every night. In addition to piecework wages, each person also gets an overtime subsidy of two yuan an hour.Now that overtime subsidies are gone and piece-rate wages have been reduced by [-]%, of course no one is willing to work overtime at night.

Old Zhao, Old Zhao, why are you so damn short-sighted?Fang Guofei cursed again in his heart. He understood everything. It wasn't that the work this time was difficult, or that the work couldn't be done for some reason. He knew why the workers were working hard, and all the crux was actually here.You have lowered wages and workers’ incomes, and you still expect workers to work hard for you?
Especially at this time, the factory has just been restructured, and these local workers have just changed from working for the state and the collective to working for your private boss, Director Zhao, and there is a gap in their hearts.As a result, you immediately lowered the wages instead of raising them. In just this moment, the workers saw through your face.

They are probably cursing in their hearts that they have misjudged you, and your true colors have been revealed. It turns out that you are a black-hearted boss and capitalist who eats people without spitting out their bones.Working with a boss like you, people will see the darkness ahead, so they will have no enthusiasm. It would be strange if they don't work hard.

Fang Guofei and Qiao Ling said, "Qiao Ling, you'd better work with peace of mind. Just think of it as helping me. Leave the wages to me. I'll definitely ask Director Zhao to transfer him back, okay?"

Qiaoling nodded.

Fang Guofei said: "Thank you, Qiaoling."

Qiaoling laughed: "Why are you so polite, Mr. Fang?"

She said and sighed: "Mr. Fang, it would be nice if Factory Director Zhao was half as good as you."

After Qiaoling finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Fang Guofei took out a cigarette and started smoking it. After finishing one cigarette, he estimated that Qiaoling would have enough time to go back to the workshop. He put out the cigarette butt on the window sill and walked towards the end of the corridor.

When we got to the stairs, the security manager was still waiting here. Fang Guofei said to him:
"Go and call Director Zhao up and tell me that I will wait for him at the door of his office."

"Aren't you going to eat?" the security manager asked. "I won't eat anymore." Fang Guofei said, "By the way, you and Delong take those two brats to eat on the street. After you finish, bring me a piece of fried noodles. Oh, oh, bring back two pieces of fried noodles."

The security manager said yes.

One of the two people walked downstairs and the other walked upstairs.

Fang Guofei stood at the door of Director Zhao's office and waited for a while. Director Zhao came up, turned the corner of the stairs and saw him, and shouted:
"Boss Fang, it's already dinner time. What's the matter? We can't talk about it until after dinner?"

Fang Guofei said coldly: "You are here every day. How can you still sit still when the factory is like this? If I were you, I would not be able to eat or sleep."

Director Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled: "If I have any difficulties, don't I still have your boss? With your back against such a big tree, I have nothing to worry about."

Fang Guofei frowned and cursed in his mind, I'm not your fucking nanny or your wet nurse.However, he said nothing.

Director Zhao took the key and opened the door. The two of them went in and sat down on the sofa. Fang Guofei asked:
"Old Zhao, you lowered the wages, what's going on?"

"Hey, that's what happened. I thought something big happened. This..."

"Old Zhao, let me ask you something."

Fang Guofei waved his hand and interrupted Director Zhao:
"You said, why do workers come here every morning and come back at night to work in your place? There are also these outsiders who abandon their families and children and come all the way to you. Tell me, what do they do? ? Before the factory was restructured, you could still fool them with the talk of creating more foreign exchange for the country, but now? Now that the factory is yours, what else can they do?"

Director Zhao froze there and couldn't laugh anymore.

Fang Guofei said: "Things that seem small to you are the biggest things to workers. They work every day just to make money. Whether they are busy this month or not, whether they can make more or less, everyone has a decision in their mind. Accounting. Many people can say that at the beginning of the month, they include their salary for this month and what expenses they need.

"If they have anything to hope for, they can only count on this. Calculating that they are very busy this month and have to work overtime every day, they should be able to earn more than [-] yuan a month. In addition, the company has been restructured, Factory Director Zhao, and myself If we have a good relationship, I am yours, and maybe I can get a few dozen more. Well, when you come here, you directly shatter their dreams, and their income falls instead of rising.

"Old Zhao, if you were you, tell me, what would you think? No matter how stupid you are, Old Zhao, I don't believe you would do such an unreliable thing. Even if you want to adjust the wages, you can't say now Adjustment, then we have to wait until the next order is set and the labor price is determined, right? Now these are all things in other people’s bowls, why don’t you just go and grab them from other people’s bowls? Is there such a stupid thing?
"Hahaha, you just did this. Fang Guofei is going to worship you as his teacher. It turns out that you can make money in this way. It's really impressive! Also, you know that when you shatter their dreams, , what else was broken?”

Factory Director Zhao's face turned blue and white as Fang Guofei spoke. He looked at Fang Guofei and asked, "What else?"

"And your own image in their hearts. Damn it, it turns out that they all think you are a good person. Following you is more promising than following an old horse, so they will believe you. As a result, you just give them a knife when you come, and they are right What do you think? They just feel that following you will not make any progress at all, and they are worse than an old horse. What enthusiasm will they have? "

Director Zhao blushed at Fang Guofei's words. He chuckled and said, "I just want to make more money and pay you back what I owe you as soon as possible."

Fang Guofei looked at him and shook his head slightly.He knew it wasn't the case. He would blush when he said such words. He, Lao Zhao, didn't know anything else, but he definitely knew that as long as he could make every order well, not only would he not force him to pay back the money, but what was really going on in his factory? Even if he is in trouble, he will still help him. He should know that in the eyes of our Fang Guofei, goods are bigger than the sky.

Fang Guofei knew that, to be honest, the calculation in his mind was wrong, the abacus was wrong, or the calculation method was wrong.It turns out that he is Factory Director Zhao, and the factory is a collective. He will not argue with the workers on wages. After all, the money saved will not go into his pocket. He is happy to be a good old man.

Now, his role has changed, from Factory Director Zhao to Boss Zhao. The factory belongs to him personally, and the factory's finances have become his personal purse.He would stare at the money bag, and every time he took out a penny, he would feel heartache.His algorithm changed as a result.Just like it costs more than 9 to confirm the power, he can't pay this amount no matter what.

He spent money to make his factory smaller. He would only think this way, but would not think that after spending this money, his factory would be stable and he would have no worries.

Fang Guofei sighed inwardly. It seemed that he still didn't know people well. After all, this old Zhao was still not measured enough.

Fang Guofei felt that this was a bit of a headache. Working with someone who was not on the same track as him would probably lead to constant trouble in the future.

(End of this chapter)