80s: Daughter-in-law Is Sweet and Sassy (My 80's Wife Is Sweet And Cool)

"Isn't there a suitable one right in front of me?" the secretary blurted out.

"who?"

The old factory director looked stunned and quickly thought of it, "You mean Gu Ye?"

The secretary smiled and nodded.

"Can Xiao Gu do it? He has only been in the machine tool factory for less than two years. The time is too short." The old factory director was very hesitant. His qualifications were too short. He was afraid that he would not be able to convince the public, and he was even more afraid that Gu Ye would not care about the machine tool factory.

After all, it's only been two years, how deep can the relationship be?

"Why not? Thanks to Gu Ye, we at Xingda were able to come back to life. We are senior enough, but have we finished the machine tool factory? It almost went bankrupt." The secretary laughed at himself.

The old factory director looked stern, it was indeed the truth.

"Little Gu is young, has ideas, dares to innovate, and has a lot of drive. He is the most suitable candidate for factory director, but I'm worried that he won't agree." The secretary's tone was full of praise for Gu Ye.

"How can it be possible even if you don't agree to become the factory director?" The old factory director couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that the old man was joking.

The position of factory director was coveted by many people, and there was no way Gu Ye would not agree to it.

The secretary sneered and said mockingly: "Why do you want to agree? It's great to be in the sales department. You can earn more than 100,000 yuan a year. How much does it cost to be a factory director? Old man, things are different these days. Everything now depends on money. Look, it’s not about fame, it’s about benefits.”

The old factory director was stunned. His salary as a factory director was indeed far less than Gu Ye's income.

"Then you can't just talk about money in everything. If you talk about money in everything, what's the point?"

The old factory director was very dissatisfied. The world was becoming more and more disgraceful, the human touch was getting less and less, and the spirit of dedication was getting less and less. Money had to be negotiated to do anything, which was really incomparable to before.

"Times are progressing, we can't always ask people for old ideas." The secretary was open-minded.

The previous set of rules will definitely not work now. Take the big pot rice as an example. The machine tool factory has been doing the big pot rice, but what is the result?

It's almost going to go bankrupt.

When we talked about piece rate wages in the meeting today, everyone was as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood, and everyone took the initiative to ask for work. This is the charm of banknotes.

"Then shall I talk to Gu Ye?" the old factory director asked.

"Okay, please speak tactfully. If Xiao Gu doesn't agree, don't curse. I'll talk to him properly," the secretary reminded.

This old guy has a straight temper and easily offends others. Gu Ye is a soft-spoken guy and he makes so much money. He really doesn't deserve to be a factory director, so why bother?

The old factory director snorted angrily, feeling very uncomfortable. In the past, everyone was vying to be the factory director, but now he has become a hot potato that cannot be given away. The world has really changed.

It became increasingly difficult for him to understand.

As soon as the piece-rate wage plan was announced, significant results were seen that day. The enthusiasm for production in the workshop was hotter than the desert sun. Everyone pestered the workshop director to ask for more production tasks and more apprentices.

Apprentices receive apprenticeship wages. Before they leave the apprenticeship, they are not eligible for formal wages, let alone piece rates. Therefore, all the work done by the apprentices is counted in the name of the master.

This means that the more apprentices you have, the more work you will do and the more wages you will receive.

In the past, workshop masters didn’t want to take on apprentices and were too lazy to take the trouble. But things are different now. They are all scrambling to recruit apprentices. The machine tool factory just recruited a large number of apprentices a while ago, and some of them are still doing odd jobs because no master is willing to take them. Now they are all A delicious pastry.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Every master has two apprentices. Everyone is equal, so don't make any noise!" the workshop director roared, making his head hurt from the noise.

A large number of young apprentices with still immature faces were frightened when they saw such enthusiastic masters.

After all, yesterday they were disliked by the masters, but today they have become hot commodities. The treatment is so different, it is so flattering.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, it should be the time to get off work. Normally at this time, as soon as the get-off bell rings, countless employees will pour out of the workshop door like the rising tide of the Qiantang River. Basically, around 5 o'clock, the employees start to clean up and then smoke. Have a cigarette, brag, and wait until you get off work.

But now it is completely the opposite. The end-of-day bell has rang, but there are only three or two kittens at the door of the workshop. The workshop is still a bustling work scene, and everyone is working hard and working hard.

If you work an extra hour, you can earn a few more dollars. Who would have trouble with money?

Chu Qiao was cooking dinner at home. Dabao and Xiaobao had already finished school. She went out for a walk with Shou Hongbin and their two dogs, Black Beans and Soybeans. Halfway through, she found that the onions were gone, so she went downstairs to pick onions.

Xuan Hongxia's family grew a lot of onions, and Chu Qiao often went to pick them and was never polite.

"Sister Hongxia, pick some green onions!"

Chu Qiao went directly to the backyard and shouted to Xuan Hongxia who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Just pick it!"

Xuan Hongxia replied loudly, cooking the dishes in three or two strokes, her hands and feet were very quick.

When Chu Qiao finished picking the green onions, she saw that Xuan Hongxia had already started eating, and there were several plates of vegetables on the table. Director Shou didn't come back, and her two sons were still playing outside.

"Your director of longevity hasn't gotten off work yet?"

Chu Qiao found it strange that Xuan Hongxia's family used to eat together, and Xuan Hongxia basically had to change into her work clothes before eating dinner, but today she was in a hurry.

"He is busy in the workshop. Those people are working hard. As a director, he has to get off work first. He has to keep an eye on them."

Xuan Hongxia took big mouthfuls of rice and ate quickly and quickly.

"Sister Hongxia, are you going to work overtime?" Chu Qiao asked.

At noon, she heard Gu Ye talk about piece rate wages. She didn't expect that the effect would be so significant. Even Xuan Hongxia, who usually liked working as a laborer, became positive.

"I will definitely work overtime. I used to have no money for overtime work, but now I can get money for overtime work. I have nothing to do at night. If I work for two hours, I can earn more than 100 yuan a month. Why not go."

Xuan Hongxia said while eating that she worked on a dry grinder and her technical content was not high. Her piece rate wages were not higher than those in the assembly workshop and the electrical workshop, but as long as she worked more every day, she would have no problem earning three to four hundred yuan a month. Very contented.

Moreover, her husband is the director of the scraping workshop, and the piece-rate salary in the scraping workshop is quite high. As long as the people in the workshop work more, her husband's salary is also high. Calculating, it is no problem to earn seven or eight hundred a month. Together, the two of them can earn one I can get a thousand yuan a month, which is more than 10,000 yuan a year.

It’s doubled or tripled compared to before.

Xuan Hongxia is very motivated now, and she hopes that piece-rate wages will continue to be implemented. If she works like this for a few years, she can buy a house in Shanghai. It is best for each of her three sons to live in a house. She and Lao Shou live in the machine tool factory. Which son They don't match each other, so don't worry.

After hurriedly grabbing two bowls of rice, Xuan Hongxia threw the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen as if she were in a fight, then used a mesh cover to serve the food, and was ready to work overtime.

Chu Qiao was dumbfounded and advised: "Sister Hongxia, please slow down. Don't work just after eating. It's easy for you to have a stomachache."

"It's okay, I have an iron stomach."

Xuan Hongxia waved her hand nonchalantly, now she had to race against time, otherwise her job would be taken away by others.