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Chapter 105 Personnel is politics

Early in the morning, No. 13 Newspaper Office on Jinbalun Road.

Huang Zuqiang held a cigarette that had burned three-fifths of it and the ashes had not yet fallen off in his left hand. He held a manuscript in his right hand and read it attentively.

The manuscript was written by Lian Buer. The first fifteen chapters of a martial arts novel are quite exciting, but only slightly flawed.

Half an hour later, Huang Zuqiang put down the manuscript in his hand, took off his gold-rimmed glasses from his ears, took out his handkerchief to wipe the lenses, put them back on, stood up and came to the office door, opened the door and shouted outside: "Yan Jun, come here."

Hearing the call, Yan Jun excitedly entered Huang Zuqiang's office and asked eagerly: "Editor-in-Chief, how is my novel?"

"Sit down first." Huang Zuqiang picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, sipped his lips again, turned his face and spit a piece of tea foam on the ground, raised his head, put the tea cup back on the table, and then said calmly: "I've read your manuscript, and it's well written. However, there's a small problem. We've already written fifteen chapters, and there's only one female character in it, and she hasn't been a dick yet. This doesn't fit our thirteen-year-old style."

"Editor-in-Chief, although our Shisanyao newspaper is a salty and wet newspaper, every article cannot be a salty and wet newspaper. Readers occasionally need a change of taste."

Huang Zuqiang handed Yan Jun a cigarette and lit one for himself, "I have thought of this issue a long time ago and have communicated with the boss. The boss's suggestion is to let female writers write about the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, which is more sentimental and less lustful;

You can also refer to Zhang Ailing's writing style, write more explicit, according to the boss, create a "female lower body school" to satisfy those who are restricted by moral ethics and can only follow the rules, but their hearts are wild, fantasizing about Hongxing cheating, and fantasizing about being fucked. Rape that part of female readers. "

Yan Jun opened his mouth wide, revealing his conspicuous gold teeth, and said in surprise: "Editor-in-chief, don't play with me, no woman would think of being raped."

"Don't be surprised. When you get older, Mrs. You will let you understand." Huang Zuqiang said in an experienced tone.

Yan Jun is still in the newlywed period, when we and we are inseparable, how can he understand the seven-year itch and the state of a marriage that is beyond its capabilities.

"Editor-in-chief, if we don't talk about this topic, just tell me whether my article can be published?"

Huang Zuqiang hesitated and said: "The article is a good article, but it does not meet our position as a thirteen-year-old..."

Yan Jun didn't wait for Huang Zuqiang to finish his words before interrupting: "Can't log in?"

Yan Jun used to work under Huang Zuqiang. The two had a close relationship, spoke more casually, and didn't care too much about the distinction between superiors and subordinates.

"No, I'm going to call the boss and ask for his opinion. Although the boss has assigned me full authority over the affairs of Thirteen-Year-Old, I still have to discuss it with him when it comes to positioning issues. You also know what the boss does. The original intention of Thirteen Yao was not to make money by selling newspapers."

Hearing this, Yan Jun picked up the handset on the phone and handed it to Huang Zuqiang. The meaning was self-evident.

Huang Zuqiang glared at Yan Jun, then reluctantly took the microphone and started shaking people.

Xian Zhai.

It was breakfast time. Su Lizhen, who was full of energy, took the fried dough sticks in her hand and tore them into small pieces. She put them in Xian Yaowen's porridge bowl. After waiting for all the fried dough sticks to be put into the bowl, she used chopsticks to press the fried dough stick segments into the porridge to let the fried dough sticks soak. Softened in porridge.

On the other side, Wang Xiamin was splitting the peeled hard-boiled eggs from the middle, dividing the egg white and yolk into two. When Su Lizhen finished finishing the fried dough sticks, she put the eggs into the porridge bowl, and used a spoon to pick up a little soy sauce in the cup. Pour out the soy sauce and carefully pour it on the egg yolk to prevent the soy sauce from falling into the porridge.

Su Lizhen picked some fermented bean curd bought by Liao Maruji from the plate, put it into her mouth to taste the saltiness, and compared the difference with the one the day before yesterday. Then she picked up a table knife and traced the fermented bean curd block, and cut off a corner. Put into porridge bowl.

Xian Yaowen loves to eat fermented bean curd, but not every day. For health reasons, he will strictly control the intake and eat it every three or four days. Depending on the saltiness of each piece of fermented bean curd, he may eat more or less. During this time, Su Lizhen will help him control it.

After three steps, when it was time for Xian Yaowen to drink porridge, Wang Xiamin took the newspaper from his hand and placed the newspaper at the most suitable position on the table for him to continue reading according to the section position he was looking at. Su Lizhen picked it up and put it aside He took a wet towel and wiped his hand that had pinched the newspaper. Then he picked up a spoon and drank porridge while reading the newspaper.

"Amin, when Teacher Zhang comes over the weekend, you can ask her where there are good teachers who can teach people how to sing. If you can invite them to come to your home, invite them to teach you. If you can't come to your home, you can go and learn from them."

"Sir, do I want to learn to sing?"

"Yes, learn it carefully. I plan to leave that song to you to sing."

"Yes." Wang Xiamin said happily.

Xian Yaowen raised his head and glanced at Wang Xiamin, then returned his gaze to the newspaper, "Did you forget something? It's been many days, why is there no news?"

"Ah...oh, my mother found a few. I looked at them and thought they were not worthy of Mr. Second, so I didn't tell him."

"Tell me if you have any new news."

"Yeah." Xian Yaowen nodded and said, "Are you planning to go out today?"

Su Lizhen replied: "I made an appointment with Mrs. Chu to play cards in the afternoon."

Xian Yaowen sneered: "The relationship is so good? There is no emotion at all in calling Mrs. Chu."

"She plays bad cards, I want to win all her money." Su Lizhen said with a touch of hatred.

"Playing cards is just a pastime, just a pastime. It doesn't matter if you lose or win, just control it as if it doesn't matter. Don't take it too seriously."

"Know it."

Hearing Su Lizhen's nonchalant answer, Xian Yaowen frowned and said, "I don't want to speak too harshly this early in the morning, but my attitude is very serious. I don't allow gamblers to exist in my family. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I will not."

Just as Xian Yaowen was about to speak again, Wang Xiamin pointed to the indicator light on the wall and said, "Sir, there's a call. Shall I answer it?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

Xian Yaowen drank the last bit of porridge in the bowl, wiped his mouth with a wet towel, and walked quickly upstairs.

"I am Xian Yaowen."

"Boss, I have something to discuss with you."

"explain."

"Yan Jun plans to write a martial arts novel to be serialized on Thirteenth Anniversary. He has already written fifteen chapters. I have read it and it is quite exciting. Readers will definitely love it."

"Since it's exciting, you can just arrange for it to be published on the page without having to discuss it with me."

"He writes martial arts novels, without salty content."

"I'll give you eight words. Salty and wet are the most important, and a hundred schools of thought contend. As long as the main tone of salty and wet remains unchanged, you can take care of the rest. My suggestion is to dedicate a section to serializing martial arts novels. If readers don't like it, You can stop it at any time. If it is very popular, you can consider publishing a separate newspaper with the serialization of martial arts novels as its selling point." "My idea is similar to yours, boss. "Dragon Path" has been welcomed by the majority of readers since it was serialized. The newspaper The sales of the book increased by more than 10,000 copies, and there were letters from readers suggesting that there be fewer salty and wet chapters. Every time they see the salty and wet parts, they can’t help but blaspheme, and they are not in the mood to watch the exciting fighting content.”

"Well, Chief Editor Huang, you can be bolder and take bigger steps. As long as you guarantee what I want, don't get involved in left-right and left-wing thoughts and ensure profits, you can do whatever you want. From my side I won’t give you any shackles.”

"Boss, I understand what you mean, thank you very much."

"Don't be so polite. Making money and freedom never conflict, that's it."

Huang Zuqiang hung up the phone. Before he could speak, Yan Jun asked, "Boss agreed?"

"The phone is so loud, so there's no need to pretend you didn't hear it. This is our first time doing a martial arts series. There's no rules on how to calculate the royalties. It's up to you. How much do you want?"

"I don't care, it's the same as Xianshiwen."

"What are you thinking about? Get out, get out, adjust the layout first, and I will tell you how much you want after I think about it."

Huang Zuqiang kicked Yan Jun out of his office, and took the manuscript in his hand to figure out how much a word should be. It was impossible to price a short salty and wet novel at 1 cent to 2 cent per word. A martial arts serial, less If you say words or more, tens of thousands of dollars is too much, and the newspaper company can't afford it.

After hesitating for a long time, Huang Zuqiang still couldn't decide on the price. After thinking about it, he decided to put the matter aside for now and wait for a few serializations to see the readers' response before making a decision.

Xian Yaowen didn't take the matter too seriously. As he said, he didn't care too much about where Thirteen went.

On the day when Shisan Yao's circulation exceeded 50,000 and profit was a foregone conclusion, he became a Buddhist in Shi San Yao. It didn't matter if he made more or less. The ceiling was there anyway. Even if Shi San Yao became the most profitable newspaper, he couldn't. To meet his psychological expectations, as long as the cost is recovered and no more money is added, the transaction will be considered qualified.

Whether or not the dividends are distributed is regarded as a surprise. He has no intention of counting the income from his "career". He only intends to use it to cover the expenses of the harem. If there is not enough money, he will supplement it separately. If there is more, he will spend money unexpectedly at the end of the year.

What he cares about is the function of implanting advertisements in Thirteenth Yao. Now, he will ask Aunt Gu and Aunt Dong to listen to the pornographic jokes made by broadcasters. In the jokes, he will also pay attention to whether the bra has become an integral part. Changes in the writing style of other salty and wet newspapers, whether bras have become an important turning point towards climax.

In short, what he pursues is to start the battle of underwear revolution quietly. Before the regular army arrives, the interior of the fortress is riddled with holes and there are countless leading parties. Wait for the model team to form a catwalk formation like lobster soldiers. , all the strongholds along the road became frightened and knelt down to beg for mercy.

When he arrived at the factory, Xian Yaowen was still busy with various affairs. It was the founding period of the Shu Kingdom, not the three-legged period. At this time, it was necessary for him to personally do everything, run the team, and let everyone know that he had great talents and strategies, and established The confidence of the team also puts a mark on everyone, erecting a wall of Xian Yaowen to prevent distortions, making it more difficult to create distortions, and eliminating most of the bad things that come from inside and outside.

I worry about the design first, and then go to the workshop. The trial production fabrics sent by the supplier have long been scrapped. From large sizes to small sizes, I have reduced the size bit by bit, sewn and unstitched, and in the end there is nowhere to stitch. The apprentices are ready to start working, and the master's patience is gradually consuming. It's time to end the learning period and enter formal production, and piece-rate wages should also be implemented.

The first batch of fabrics sent by Nissin Knitting and Fuchang Knitting has been put into storage. Today is the first day of producing products for export, and Xian Yaowen cannot ignore it.

Walking around the workshop, checking every process, every semi-finished product made by the female workers is not missed, and any problems are picked out. The quality control standards are discussed with Zheng Zhiping on the spot. Once the discussion is completed, Zheng Zhiping immediately hands over the standards to Quality Controller.

He spent the whole morning in the workshop. At noon, he had a meal in the cafeteria and went up to the roof of the workshop building. While eating, he looked down at the people below who were shuttled between the workshop building and the cafeteria.

Everyday affairs are tedious, but his thoughts have never been messed up. Before, Zhonghua Garment could be said to be peaceful and uncontested. Now, when the blue dragon enters the sea, disputes are already coming one after another, and the net is open to wait. The days to come will not be like this It's peaceful, and some things should be planned.

After half a bowl of rice was eaten, Zhong Lin came over to look for it.

"General manager, I just interviewed a candidate. I think he is very suitable to be the general manager's full-time tea waiter. He is still waiting below. Would you like to meet the general manager?"

Xian Yaowen put the enamel rice basin on the railing, turned around and looked at Zhong Lin, "Is there anything special?"

Zhong Lin handed the resume he was holding to Xian Yaowen, "General manager, this is your resume."

Xian Yaowen took it, glanced at it, and was immediately attracted by the pen calligraphy filled in the square frame, "The handwriting is so beautiful, the fonts are square and the spacing is reasonable. It makes people feel comfortable. Manager Zhong, I have not studied calligraphy. The characters on it are in imitation Song font, right?"

"General manager, it's true that it's imitating Song Dynasty. I think it should be Juzhen imitating Song Dynasty, but it's just that I haven't mastered it yet." Zhong Lin said.

"It's pretty good, I can't write this well." Xian Yaowen replied, his eyes changed from looking at the glyphs to looking at the content. He looked down from his name and place of birth to his previous work resume, "This Quan Xu arrived in Hong Kong. After that, you have been working as a waiter at Longfeng Teahouse?"

"He is still working there as a clerk. He came here on leave today."

"I started working as a waiter in 48, and it has been almost two years now. What he is getting now should not be an apprentice's salary. Our salary is higher than that of ordinary factories, but it is not as much as a waiter in a teahouse. How could Quan Xu think of this? Come to us for an interview?"

The human resources department's fixed salary for tea waiters is 2 yuan a day. With some subsidies, the salary they can get is only about 2.4 yuan. The salary is 26 days a month, and the total is 62.4 yuan. The income is definitely not as good as that of a lively tea house waiter.

What's more, the teahouse is not busy all day long. There is always a leisure period in between. The work intensity is higher than that of a teahouse waiter, but it is not as grinding as a teahouse waiter. Generally speaking, the position of a teahouse waiter is not as good as that of a teahouse waiter.

Zhong Lin said with a smile: "I asked Quan Xu the same thing, and his answer was that there is more room for advancement in working in a factory office. If you work as a waiter today, you will have your own desk tomorrow, and you will have your own desk the day after tomorrow." 's office."

"It's good to be confident and ambitious, but I don't know if this Quan Xu has the ability to realize his arrogance." Xian Yaowen flicked the resume in his hand and said: "He said on it that he can speak English, French and German, and he has passed the test ?"

"I took an English test, and I can speak fairly fluently, but I can't write very well. No one in the French and German classes knows it, so there's no test."

"Yeah." Xian Yaowen nodded, "I'll go down and test it in a minute. Manager Zhong, take a few minutes to tell you something else. That's right, our Zhonghua Garments officially started production today, and the products will naturally be sold in a big way. We are not the only ones making clothes in Hong Kong. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that people working in the same industry are enemies. If they sell, we will also sell. Sooner or later, there will be a gap.

There is not much difference between shopping malls and battlefields. They are also intrigues and tricks, and it is normal for each other to hide secrets in each other's factories. Next, the work of your Human Resources Department will become more arduous. Recruiting people is not only necessary. Depends on ability, but also needs to do a background check.

Where did you work before, what was your reputation like, and whether you made any mistakes; where did you study before, and what was the evaluation given by the school? How many people are there in the family, what do your parents, brothers and sisters do, and what are their relatives? Who are the relatives? Whatever you do, these must be investigated one by one.

The final investigation may not be perfect, but it must not be done perfunctorily. The answers should not be laid out there, but there is no investigation after checking them.

This work must be carried out secretly and quietly. No explanation is required for ordinary employees. For management positions, it must be explained to them that the factory has a background check procedure, but there is no need to inform them of how the investigation is carried out.

Starting with the waiter currently being recruited, in addition to the resume, I need to see a background check form. "

Zhong Lin looked troubled, "General manager, not only are the personnel in the personnel department limited, except for me, no one else has received intelligence training. It's a bit overwhelming for them to do the investigation."

"The staff is limited and can be expanded. My plan from the beginning has been to temporarily name your Human Resources Department under the name of China Garment. After a while, the Human Resources Department will be set aside to establish an independent company, which will not only serve China Garment, but also I also need to serve other companies under my name, as well as contract talent-related business from outside."

Xian Yaowen looked at Zhong Lin's face with soft eyes, "Manager Zhong, I originally planned to tell you these things when the time comes, but now that I have finished talking, I might as well tell you now that I am very optimistic about your ability and want to take it with you. You go forward and develop together. Zhonghua Garment is the starting point of my career and a new starting point for your career. There is still a long way to go. As long as you are willing, there are still many steps waiting for you to climb."

Zhong Lin squeezed out a look of excitement on his face and said: "Thank you, general manager, for your appreciation. I will definitely work harder to do my job well."

"Lu Yao knows that Ma Li has seen people's hearts for a long time. After getting along for a long time, you will see clearly what I, Xian Yaowen, am like. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time." Xian Yaowen picked up the enamel rice bowl on the railing, "Let's go down and test this Quan Xu. The quality.”

No. 1008 Keton Road, Mid-levels West, Zhou Family.

Another lunch with all members of the Zhou family was over. Zhou Maochen, his two sons and one daughter were sitting in the garden talking.

(End of this chapter)