The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

When he got home, Qiao Wen told his grandmother that he had found a job. The old man was so happy that he didn't know what to do. He quickly took out the suit his grandson had bought to find a job, ironed it carefully, and made a big pot for his grandson. Make up the soup and watch him drink two bowls before giving up.

The next day, Qiao Wen, a freshman in the workplace in the 1970s, put on a new little suit and carried a briefcase, and went out refreshed.

Lin Zhaoming was really good to his illegitimate child, and Lin Zihui, who was at work, was specially equipped with a Chevrolet car and driver.

Lin Zihui is a very enthusiastic and righteous young man. Knowing that Qiao Wen is in poor health, he went to the factory on the first day and asked the driver to drive to the gate of the walled city to pick him up.

As for Chen Canan, because Qiao Wen went to work on the first day, his cheap brother was like a broken old father, so he had to send him out and get on the bus himself.

Lin Zihui, who was on the other side of the road, stood outside the car door, saw the two of them, and waved happily: "Awen!"

Qiao Wen raised his hand and responded with a smile, pulling Chen Jianan across the road to him, and asked: "Zihui, have you waited for a long time?"

Lin Zihui smiled and shook his head: "No, I just arrived."

Qiao Wen looked at the car behind him and said, "The car is good."

Lin Zihui touched his head and smiled a little stupidly: "I didn't think it was necessary at first, but my dad did not give me a car."

Although he said that, he was very happy in his heart.

In this world, Qiao Wen's transportation, in addition to the 11th bus and rickshaw, is only Chen Canan's back. He has not even taken a tram, and the car is the first time.

To say that it is not curious is false.

Seeing him seeing the light in the car's eyes, Chen Jianan said with a dismissive expression: "You like cars, and I will buy them for you later when your brother is rich."

Qiao Wen gave him a funny look. He wanted to tease him, but thinking that he was a big boss who had become a proud Hong Kong city in just a few years in the original book, he was not a big talk, so he raised his eyebrows and nodded: " OK, then I'll wait for you to buy it."

However, after Chen Jianan finished speaking, he remembered that he had no more than a hundred possessions now. Although he wanted to make Qiao Wen happy, the big talk was a bit too much, and he quickly cleared his throat and added: "But I have to wait. several years."

Qiao Wen laughed: "As long as you are sincere, it will do for many years."

"Of course I am sincere." Seeing the driver came down to open the door, Chen Jianan hurriedly said to Lin Zihui, "Four-eyed boy, Xiao Qiao will ask you to take care of him. He is not in good health. Don't let him get tired. Someone bullies him. , You tell me back."

Lin Zihui smiled and said: "Don't worry, Awen is my friend, I will take good care of him."

After watching the two get into the back seat, Chen Jianan retreated to the curb, in the dust rolled up by the wheels, watching the car slowly leave, a little bit worried.

Qiao Wen looked at the young man who disappeared in the rearview mirror a little bit, and shook his head amusedly.

"The relationship between you and Anan is really good, better than any brother I have ever seen." Lin Zihui sighed.

Qiao Wen casually said: "Grow up together, often eat a pot of rice and sleep on a bed, it is no different from a brother."

Lin Zihui showed an envious expression: "Although I have a half-brother, I have never seen him a few times. I grew up alone and have few friends around me. I am really envious of seeing you like this. "

Qiao Wen said: "Aren't we friends now?"

Lin Zihui nodded and smiled: "Yes, I am really happy to meet you."

Qiao Wen glanced at him calmly. In the original book, it was described more than once that the male protagonist was a lonely person. After all, this is the standard for Meiqiang. Now it seems that it is true. Obviously, I have only seen it a few times, but he obviously treats himself very sincerely.

He smiled and said, "I am happy too."

The road is slightly bumpy, and the comfort of this classic car is not as good as decades later, but in this era, owning a car is not only convenient, but also a status symbol.

Qiao Wen decided to include the car in his short-term goal list.

After all, no man does not love cars.

At this time, Lin Zihui took out a contract and touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly: "My dad said that you come to work with me and you must have a position, so I will hire you as a secretary first. The salary and dividends are all in this. In the employment contract, can you see if there are any problems?"

Qiao Wen took a glance at the contract, mainly to look at the salary.

With a monthly salary of 1,000, there will be a 10% bonus to the factory at the end of the year. This dividend, in his era, is absolutely at the level of top executives.

On the surface, this kind of treatment seems to be very generous, which makes people no doubt about Lin Zhaoming's reuse of himself.

But he didn't intend to be happy so early in his heart.

"Thank you dad for me, I'm fine." Qiao Wen smiled and signed the contract.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the Mingyue garment factory in Tianwan, Qiao Wen suddenly realized Lin Zhaoming's convenience.

When Lin Zhaoming came to Hong Kong City in the late 1940s, it coincided with the rise of the manufacturing industry in Hong Kong City. Especially after the war, the textile industry moved from the inland to the south, which gave many people opportunities. Lin Zhaoming saved his first pot of gold by sitting in a small business and founded the Mingyue Textile Factory. This was also the starting point for his official fortune. After that, he married the daughter of the Zhong family. With the help of the Yue family's strength, he expanded his business territory, entered department stores and real estate, and became a small businessman. As a tycoon in the city.

In the 1960s, the number of textile factories in Gangcheng surged from more than one hundred to thousands. Competition was fierce at one time. It coincided with the rapid growth of the clothing industry. Fashionable and cheap clothing sold all over the world. Many textile factories turned into garment factories, Mingyue Textile The factory is one of them.

However, in the past few years, European and American countries began to place quotas on imports. Hong Kong City’s quotas were almost monopolized by a few people. If small companies want to export, they must buy quotas from these big capitalists, resulting in very thin profits.

Lin Zhaoming's business focus has long since shifted, so naturally he does not have to rely on garment factories to make money, and industry changes have little effect on him. Now the Mingyue garment factory is lingering on the cheap market in Southeast Asia. The reason why it has not closed is probably because this factory has special significance to Lin Zhaoming.

Qiao Wen had to sigh that Lin Zhaoming was indeed an old fox, and he seemed to drew a 10% pie generously, but the profit of this factory in one year is probably a negative number.

Fortunately, I was given a basic salary of 1,000 yuan.

"Young Master Hui, you are here!"

The car stopped at the entrance of the factory, and a middle-aged man who had apparently been waiting for a while greeted him.

Lin Zihui said: "You are Uncle Dong, right?"

Wu Yaodong smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lin said that Hui Shao came over today, and I prepared it early in the morning."

"Uncle Dong is too polite, I came here to study. By the way, this is Secretary Qiao with me." Lin Zihui introduced politely, "Awen, this is Manager Wu of Mingyue Garment Factory. When my dad opened this factory, he was there, and he was the veteran of the factory."

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Hello, Manager Wu."

Today, because of his first day at work, he wore a formal suit, and his hair was neatly treated with wax. It was a very formal dress. However, because he was only eighteen years old, he still looked like a young man no matter how mature he was dressed. .

Wu Yaodong naturally didn't pay attention to such a half-year-old child, and said with a smile: "Secretary Qiao is so young. Just like Hui Shao, I call me Dongshu. People in the factory call me like that."

"Okay. Uncle Dong."

Qiao Wen looked at the Dong uncle calmly, wearing a traditional short shirt, looking like an old-school person, but also very social.

Wu Yaodong led the two to an office. The room was not too big, but the windows were bright and clean, and there were a few pots of flowers and green plants, which should have been specially cleaned up.

He smiled and said, "Shao Hui, this is the office I prepared for you. Are you satisfied?"

Lin Zihui looked around and nodded: "Very good." Then he said, "Uncle Dong, you can take us to see the production line first. We just came here and don't know anything, so we start to learn from the basics."

Wu Yaodong laughed and said, "Why don't you need Hui Shao to go to the production line in person, it is dirty and noisy, you are in the office, and you can tell me what you want. Mr. Lin arranged for you to come to the factory, I can't let you suffer in my place. "

Lin Zihui smiled and said, "Whatever Uncle Dong said, I came to the factory to do things, not to have fun."

Wu Yaodong waved his hand and did not intend to continue talking with him on this matter. He only said: "I will go to the workshop to see. You are in the office, and I will send someone to bring tea and snacks."

"Hey Uncle Dong!" Lin Zihui hurriedly stopped him when he saw him leaving.

Wu Yaodong turned around at the door, still smiling attentively: "Master Hui, what else do you need?"

Lin Zihui was arranged by him for this meal, and for a while, he forgot what he was going to say.

Qiao Wen answered, "Uncle Dong, we didn't know what to do when we first came here, or else you can take the ledger and show it to Hui Shao first, right?"

Wu Yaodong was taken aback, before speaking, Qiao Wen smiled again: "Hui less studied business, are you afraid that he can't read the books?"

Wu Yaodong smirked: "How can it? How long will it take you? I'll let someone deliver it."

Lin Zihui: "Last year and this year will do."

Wu Yaodong opened the door and left. After a while, a middle-aged woman who claimed to be a factory accountant brought two large stacks of books to the office.

This era is still a few decades away from paperless office. So many years and months have to be completed.

Seeing Lin Zihui picking up a book to look carefully, Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Young Master Hui, are you going to finish reading it all?"

Lin Zihui said: "You have to understand the costs of raw materials, labor, etc., as well as the sales price."

Qiao Wen didn't say anything, but just pulled out last year's general ledger. As expected, not only did he make no money, but he even made a small loss, knowing that there was no such good thing.

He thought for a while, and whispered: "Shao Hui, do you really think these numbers on the ledger are the same as they actually are?"

Lin Zihui raised his head and looked at him for unknown reasons.

Qiao Wen said: "Your dad hasn't taken care of this factory for many years, and he didn't expect to make money from this factory and give it full power to Uncle Dong. Have you ever thought that these ledgers are just for people to see?"

Lin Zihui's expression was a little dazed.

Qiao Wen said: "This factory should have not made any money for several years. But as far as I know, although it has not been exported to Europe and the United States, the factory is not short of orders and has been operating. Isn't it a problem if you don't make a little money?"

Lin Zihui frowned and asked in a low voice, "You mean Uncle Dong?"

Qiao Wen said: "What the **** is going on, let's go to the warehouse and the production line to see if we know it."

The two did not say hello, and went directly to the factory next to them.

At this time, it was past nine o'clock, and the production line had been in operation for a long time.

In its heyday, this factory had seven or eight hundred people. After downsizing these years, only 300 people remain. In this era, it's certainly not a big deal, but it's still passable.

The workshop was very simple, the rows of sewing machine tables looked very crowded, full of the machine noise and flying dust, Qiao Wen couldn't help coughing twice.

Lin Zihui heard the sound and hurriedly said, "Awen, are you okay?"

Qiao Wen waved his hand, took the handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and glanced at the workshop. Most of the workers were thirty or forty or even older, and they should be old workers.

Experienced workers naturally have their strengths, but there are bound to be many problems, at least in this workshop, he did not see efficiency.

When passing by an operating table, Lin Zihui picked up a semi-finished product and frowned because of the rough craftsmanship. Although the factory produces cheap ready-to-wear garments, such quality is too perfunctory.

"Young Master Hui, why did you come to the workshop?"

The two were visiting, Wu Yaodong hurried over.

Lin Zihui smiled and said, "I just look at it casually."

Wu Yaodong sighed: "The workshop is noisy and dirty, and many workers are ignorant. You should go back to the office. If you are wronged, how can I explain to Mr. Lin?"

Lin Zihui laughed and said, "How can I feel wronged if I visit the factory workshop?"

Wu Yaodong pushed him out: "My young master, let's go out."

Lin Zihui glanced at Qiao Wen and nodded slightly when he saw the other party. He didn't insist anymore, walked out along Wu Yaodong and returned to the previous office.

Wu Yaodong graciously brought a table of refreshments, and Lin Zihui politely thanked him and asked Qiao Wen to enjoy it together.

After the people left, Lin Zihui's smile on his face was constricted, and he looked at Qiao Wen with a pensive expression, and said, "Awen, what do you think?"

Since knowing Lin Zihui, the great male protagonist, he has always looked like an innocent young man. It is rare that he is so solemn, and I want to come to understand that this factory is not that simple.

Qiao Wen now only thinks that Lin Zhaoming is really an old fox, and he really asked his son to exercise.

Based on his observations just now, this small factory is almost like Wu Yaodong’s kingdom. The workers almost obeyed him. Although they knew Lin Zihui was the young owner, they reacted indifferently to him.

He didn't answer and asked, "Young Master Hui, what do you think?"

Lin Zihui waved his hand a little embarrassed: "I'm not a young master, so let's just forget it, so don't make fun of me." He picked up a ledger on the table and said, "It seems that these are really just for people." watch."

Qiao Wen jokingly said: "Your dad did let you come here to exercise."

Lin Zihui smiled helplessly: "Uncle Dong is not going to let me get involved in the factory. Awen, if you don't want to do it here, don't force it. I can see that you are a capable person, you can't Just take a salary of one thousand yuan."

Qiao Wen laughed: "One thousand yuan is not a small amount. Since I have signed the contract, how can I say nothing and do nothing. Besides, I am very poor, and I definitely don't want to keep taking this one thousand yuan. This factory, you. Dad will leave it to you now. You are the boss. Of course, you will have the final say here."

Lin Zihui hesitated.

Qiao Wen patted his arm: "Don't worry, you are a high-achieving student at Hong Kong City University, and you are afraid that you can't manage a small factory."

Lin Zihui took a deep breath, clenched his fists with both hands to cheer himself up: "That's right."