80s: Daughter-in-law Is Sweet and Sassy

"There is not a suitable one right in front of you." The secretary blurted out.

"Who?"

The old factory manager looked stunned and quickly thought, "You mean Gu Ye?"

The secretary smiled and nodded.

"Can Xiao Gu be able to do it? He has only been in the machine tool factory for less than two years, and the time is too short." The old factory manager was hesitant, and his qualifications were too short.

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

"Why not? Thanks to Gu Ye, we Xingda were able to come back to life. We are both experienced enough, but has the machine tool factory done a good job? It almost went bankrupt." The secretary laughed at himself.

The old factory manager's embarrassed expression is indeed the truth.

"Little Gu is young, has ideas, dares to innovate, and has a lot of energy. He is the most suitable candidate for the factory manager, but I am worried that he will not agree." The secretary's tone was full of praise for Gu Ye.

"How is it possible if the factory manager doesn't agree?" The old factory manager couldn't help shaking his head, feeling that the old man was joking.

The throne of factory director is the dream of many people, and it is impossible for Gu Ye not to agree.

The secretary sneered and sneered: "Why do people agree? How good is it to work in the sales department, with an income of hundreds of thousands a year, how much money do you make as a factory manager? Old man, this is not the same as it used to be, now everything has to be paid to the money. Look, don’t pay attention to false names, just look at the benefits.”

The old factory manager was suddenly dumbfounded. His salary as a factory manager was indeed far less than Gu Ye's income.

"Then you can't talk about money in everything, and talk about money in everything, what's the point!"

The old factory manager is very dissatisfied, the world is getting worse and worse, the human touch is getting less and less, the dedication is also getting less and less, and the money has to be talked about to do shit, which is really incomparable with before.

"The times are progressing, we can't always ask people for old ideas." The secretary was quite open.

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 big pot rice, but what is the result?

It's about to close down.

When we talked about piece rate wages in the meeting today, everyone was like a chicken blood, and everyone took the initiative to ask for work. This is the charm of banknotes.

"Then I'll talk to Gu Ye?" the old factory manager asked.

"Okay, you speak more euphemistically. If Xiao Gu doesn't agree, don't scold people. I'll have a good talk with him." The secretary reminded.

This old guy is too straight-tempered and easily offends people. Gu Ye, that boy is soft-hearted and not hard-hearted. Besides, he earns so much money that he really doesn't deserve to be the factory manager. Why bother?

The old factory manager snorted angrily and felt very uncomfortable. The factory manager that everyone was rushing to be in the past has now become a hot potato that cannot be sent out. The world has really changed.

He became more and more incomprehensible.

As soon as the piece rate plan was announced, we saw remarkable results that day. The production enthusiasm in the workshop was hotter than the scorching sun in the desert. Everyone pestered the workshop director to ask for more production tasks and more apprentices.

Apprentices are paid apprentice wages. Before they leave the apprenticeship, they are not eligible to receive formal wages, and they are not eligible to work on piecework. Therefore, the work done by the apprentice is counted under 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 get.

In the past, the workshop masters didn’t want to take apprentices, they were too lazy to bother. Now it’s different. They are all scrambling to accept apprentices. The machine tool factory just hired a large number of apprentices a while ago, and some are still doing chores. The sweet pastry.

"What a quarrel, each master has two apprentices, everyone is equal, don't make a quarrel!" the workshop director roared, making his head hurt.

A large number of young apprentices, their faces are still very immature, they are very frightened to see such enthusiastic masters.

After all, they were disliked by the masters yesterday, but today they are in high demand, and they are so flattered that they are treated differently.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, it should be the time to get off work. Usually, at this time, when the get off work bell rings, the gate of the workshop will be like the rising tide of Qiantang River, and countless workers will pour out. Basically, around 5:00, the workers start to pack up, and then smoke A cigarette, bragging, waiting to get off work.

But now it's the exact opposite. The bell for get off work has rang, but there are only three or two cats at the door of the workshop. The workshop is still bustling with work. Everyone is working hard and working hard.

If you work for an extra hour, you will earn several more dollars. Who can't live with the banknotes!

Chu Qiao was cooking dinner at home. Dabao and Xiaobao had already left school. Together with Shou Hongbin, they went out for a walk with two dogs, black beans and soybeans. Halfway through, she found that the onions were gone, so she went downstairs to pick them.

Xuan Hongxia's family grows a lot of green onions, and Chu Qiao often picks them, and is never polite.

"Sister Hongxia, pick some green onions!"

Chu Qiao went straight to the backyard and called out to Xuan Hongxia who was cooking in the kitchen.

"You pick it up!"

Xuan Hongxia replied loudly and cooked 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 dishes on the table. Director Shou did not come back, and her two sons were still playing outside.

"Your Director Shou hasn't gotten off work yet?"

Chu Qiao felt that it was strange. In the past, Xuan Hongxia used to eat together as a family, and Xuan Hongxia basically had to change her work clothes for dinner, but today she is in a hurry.

"He's busy in the workshop. Those people at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com are working hard one by one. It's better for him to get off work first as a director. He has to keep an eye on him."

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Xuan Hongxia took a big mouthful of rice, eating 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 the effect to be so significant. Even Xuan Hongxia, who usually likes foreign workers the most, became active.

"It's definitely more. I used to have no money for overtime work, but now I have money for overtime work. I'm fine at night. If I go to work for two hours, I can earn more than 100 yuan a month. Why not go."

While eating, Xuan Hongxia said that she is a dry grinder, with low technical content, and the piece rate is not higher than that of the assembly workshop and the shovel workshop of the electrical workshop, but as long as she works a little more every day, it is no problem to earn three or four hundred yuan a month. Very satisfied.

Moreover, her husband is the director of the shovel workshop. The piece rate of the shovel workshop is quite high. As long as the people in the workshop work more, her husband's salary is also high. It is no problem to make seven or eight hundred a month. Monthly can get a thousand yuan, a year is more than 10,000.

Two or three times more than before.

Xuan Hongxia is very motivated now, and she hopes that the piece rate will continue to be implemented. If she works for a few years, she can buy a house in Shanghai. It is best to have three sons each. She and Laoshou live in the machine tool factory. Which son Don't take Karma at home, so you don't have to worry about it.

After hurriedly pulling the two bowls of rice, Xuan Hongxia threw the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen like a war, then took the net to cover the dishes, and was ready to go to work overtime.

Chu Qiao was amused and persuaded: "Sister Hongxia, please slow down, don't work after you have eaten, it will easily hurt your stomach."

"It's okay, I'm Iron Stomach."

Xuan Hongxia waved her hand nonchalantly, now it's time to race, or else someone else will take it away.