The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

After turning the corner, Qiao Wen stopped. Although he ran less than a dozen meters, he was also out of breath.

This poor little body really worries about the quality.

Chen Jianan stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at him solemnly and said: "Xiao Qiao, don't be afraid, I won't let Brother Fei bully you."

Qiao Wen panted and raised his head.

A touch of afterglow passing through tall buildings and electric wires fell on his handsome face, and his serious and determined expression at this moment was clearly visible.

It seems that the guy thought he was really scared by Qin Yunfei?

Qiao Wenshu breathed a sigh of relief and said amused: "I'm either afraid of Qin Yunfei, or I don't want to cause trouble."

In fact, I'm afraid that Qin Yunfei is also normal. After all, the other party is the Hexing Club's red stick flying and domineering in the city. But after all, he was not the former Qiao Wen, and he knew that Qin Yunfei was an insignificant cannon fodder in front of Chen Canan's villain halo.

If anything happens, this original villain is his own amulet.

Of course, I think so, but after all, the plot has completely changed, and he has no idea about the future. To be safe, no one should get into trouble, so as not to have uncontrollable changes.

Fortunately, although the Hexing Society controls this walled city, the society that claims to be the Hongmen orthodox society also has strict rules, one of which is not to bully the people of the walled city at will. As long as he has nothing to handle in Qin Yunfei's hands, even if the other party sees the face of the original body, it is impossible to really grab the man.

Thinking of this, he sighed secretly in his heart, blaming the original body for having a long and evil face.

This little episode did not affect Qiao Wen's interest in work. After returning home, he took out two ledgers and studied them carefully under the dim light.

The grandmother knew he was working, so she didn't dare to disturb him, she just put a cup of tonic soup on the table and told him not to forget to drink it.

Qiao Wen smiled and nodded, telling grandma to rest early and leave her alone.

It hasn't been half a month since he came to this world, and he clearly felt that under his efforts to eat and drink, his sickly and weak body that had fallen in the wind had already healed a lot. However, this improvement is only relative. After all, the foundation is too weak. It is definitely impossible to achieve the physical condition of Chen Jianan in this life. He is already satisfied to be able to go up two floors without suffering.

Today is a special day for him, and every special day, Chen Canan will turn into a human-shaped bat and get in from the window to chat and sleep with him.

Tonight is no exception.

As soon as he went to bed after reading the ledger, Chen Jianan got in.

The two lay side by side on the small wooden bed, the old fan creaked, barely blowing a cool breeze, but because they were in a calm mood, they didn't feel hot.

With his head resting on his hands, Chen Jianan asked casually: "How is the job today? Have you been bullied?"

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "It's good, but most of the factories are old workers, so I'm not too convinced of the little boss like Lin Zihui."

Chen Jianan said, "Four-Eyed Boy is not like a boss. If he meets me, he has to be convinced if he is not convinced. Sometimes his fists are still very useful."

Qiao Wen said amused: "Yes, I might want to borrow your fist when I turn around."

He wasn't just joking. After coming back tonight, he has been thinking about how to solve the problem. He doesn't have so much patience to deal with Wu Yaodong. This obstacle must be resolved quickly, and if you want to resolve it quickly, I am afraid that you have to resort to a little bit. force.

The two chatted for a while, and quickly leaned together and fell asleep.

The next day, Chen Canan didn't even think about sending Qiao Wen out of the city. Qiao Wen only felt like he couldn't laugh or cry. He was an adult man and was treated like a child every day. It was really hard to justify—for him, he was 19 years old. Chen Canan is the child.

So somehow he dismissed his thoughts and went out by himself.

Lin Zihui still ordered the driver to pick up people. Qiao Wen originally thought that he was a little secretary who used the boss's car to go to work every day. He really felt sorry for him. But Master Hui was so kind, so he accepted the kindness.

Lin Zihui should have studied the countermeasures of managing the factory overnight. Today, he has a pair of panda eyes brightly, but it is a little more majestic.

As soon as Qiao Wen got on the car, he said with a serious face: "Awen, I decided to call a meeting of all the employees of the factory this morning to tell everyone about my next plan for the factory."

Qiao Wen nodded: "I support you."

I just don't know if this conference will go smoothly?

When Lin Zihui heard it, he was intrigued, and along the way, he told Qiao Wen about his plan carefully.

As Qiao Wen listened carefully, he felt that Lin Zihui, the hero, was still a bit naive now.

When he arrived at the factory, Wu Yaodong still eagerly prepared a sumptuous refreshment for the office, especially the egg tarts that Lin Zihui praised yesterday, and even prepared two whole boxes.

In addition, I was probably afraid that a TV set was not enough. He also prepared several lace magazines. The bikini girls on the covers were all eye-catching enough.

It’s a pity that Lin Zihui, as a golden-fingered shuangwen male protagonist, took the career-oriented abstinence route in the original book. Not sure.

But now it seems that Lin Zihui is not ascetic, but lacks the necessary **** education. Because he saw these magazines, his first reaction was to throw away like a snake and scorpion, as if his pure heart was about to be desecrated at a glance.

Qiao Wen was speechless about his Bing Qing Yujie.

But he himself didn't have much interest in these, so a bunch of colorful magazines were quickly beaten into the cold palace by two young men.

Lin Zihui drank some tea, took a deep breath, and said to Qiao Wen: "Go, let's go to the meeting."

The two went to Wu Yaodong's office next to him.

Seeing people coming, Wu Yaodong smiled and said, "Young Master Hui, do you need anything?"

Lin Zihui said: "You go and gather people to the small square outside, and I will hold a meeting for everyone."

Wu Yaodong: "Tell me what you want, and I will tell you all. There is no need for you to meet in person."

Lin Zihui sank his face, rarely made a serious and cold expression, and said: "What? Dongshu thinks I have a problem with the workers' meeting?"

Wu Yaodong was stunned, then smiled, and said, "Of course it's okay. I'm going to convene people now."

The yard outside the factory is more than enough to accommodate three hundred people. Workers dragged and lined up, it was a noisy scene, as if they were not coming to a meeting, but to talk and laugh. Obviously most of the workers did not pay attention to Lin Zihui, who was standing in the front.

It was Wu Yaodong who said to be quiet before the team calmed down.

Lin Zihui stood up straight, cleared his throat, and began to speak: "Today I gathered everyone for a short meeting to get acquainted with each other. Although everyone should know my identity, I still formally introduce myself. My name is Lin Zihui, the son of President Lin. He arranged to come to Mingyue Factory to take care of the factory affairs. I know that most of you are veteran employees who have worked at Mingyue Factory for many years and have rich experience. After a pause, he introduced Qiao Wen next to him, "This is Secretary Qiao. From now on, he will take care of the factory with Uncle Dong and I. I hope that our factory will have a prosperous performance with the joint efforts of everyone."

He prepared these words for a long time, and they were full of enthusiasm.

However, before he finished speaking, many people underneath had begun to whisper, not even whispering, but openly whispering to each other, occasionally making a low laugh.

Everyone knew that Lin Zihui came to the factory, but many had never seen him. At this moment, seeing him as an offspring wearing glasses, and the secretary who was following him was a teenager. Many people naturally found it funny, and didn't treat the two of them as the same thing.

In addition, the fact that Lin Zihui is just the illegitimate child raised by Lin Zhaoming outside has long been spread throughout the factory. In the eyes of the workers, Lin Zihui's status is obviously far inferior to Wu Yaodong, the veteran who has followed Lin Zhaoming for more than 20 years.

Seeing that the order was so chaotic, and even his little boss was openly ignored, Lin Zihui, who had accumulated enough courage, was a little uncomfortable immediately, coughed lightly, looked at Wu Yaodong, and motioned to him to maintain order.

However, this time Wu Yaodong seemed to be completely ignorant of words and expressions, turning a blind eye to his gestures, just standing beside him with a smile.

Qiao Wen squinted his eyes and saw that Wu Yaodong did it deliberately.

It seems that the secretary, it's time to help the boss solve problems.

He glanced at the team, his eyes fell on the last two tall men in the team, cleared his throat and said loudly, "The two big brothers, please take a step forward."

The direction of his finger was very precise, and everyone looked at the two of them.

Qiao Wen nodded at the two people who came over, "Is that the two of you?"

The two men walked up and stood in front of Wu Yaodong. It was obviously the old oil in the factory. Qiao Wen and Lin Zihui weren't taken seriously at all.

Qiao Wen smiled: "Uncle Dong, you should have known each other for a long time. You don't need to look at him. Look at the new boss in front of you. Do you know who he is?"

What the two said to him was very inexplicable, one of them subconsciously nodded and said back: "Shao Dong Jia Hui Shao."

Qiao Wen nodded: "So you know that Shao Hui is the boss. Then Shao Hui was talking just now. You talked so loudly below. Could it be that you have an opinion on Shao Hui's words. Don't worry, Shao Hui is a good speaker. Now I will give you a chance. If you have any opinions, don't talk about it in person with Tonghui."

The old oil from these two factories did not take Lin Zihui seriously, but now he was picked up by a new secretary, and his face was immediately dull. Xiang Wu Yaodong: "Uncle Dong..."

Before Wu Yaodong spoke, Qiao Wen smiled and said: "Uncle Dong, Hui Shao is now the boss, and the boss has an attitude of meeting workers. I don't know if it is so loose, or did he not put Hui Shao's new boss in his eyes?" He paused slightly. Then he continued, "The factory has been under the management of Uncle Dong for these years, and I must be most familiar with the workers. What do you think they are doing like this?"

Wu Yaodong was taken aback for a moment. He originally planned to take this opportunity to disarm the two of them, but he didn't want to be preempted by Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen was only eighteen years old, he seemed to be a teenager, and he was born very beautifully. He really didn't look like a deterrent man.

However, after he finished speaking, everyone was quiet. Wu Yaodong was even more speechless. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while. After a long while, he reacted and shouted at the two men with a calm face: "You don't listen carefully to Shao Hui's speech. , Don’t you want to do it anymore? Don’t hurry to apologize to Hui Shao."

The two hurriedly bowed and apologized to Lin Zihui: "I'm sorry, Shao Hui."

Lin Zihui put on a serious look, cleared his throat, and said, "Don't take it as an example, you can go down." Then he waved his hand, "Well, the short meeting will be here, everyone returns to their desks."

After speaking, he glanced at Qiao Wen. Qiao Wen knew, and smiled at Wu Yaodong with a smile: "Uncle Dong, the factory employees don’t seem to realize that Shao Hui is the new boss. I think Shao Hui should still do it. I spend a lot of time in the production line and warehouse, sitting in the office every day, and I'm afraid that the workers will not have this consciousness after sitting for a year or a half."

Wu Yaodong smiled wryly: "Hui has few things to tell me to do. The production line is all chores, so you don't have to bother Master Hui to do it yourself."

Lin Zihui frowned, this old guy obviously still didn't want to interfere in the factory. He looked at Qiao Wen again, the other side nodded slightly, and smiled: "Master Hui understands the hardship of Dong Uncle in managing the factory over the years, but seeing the release performance of the workers during the meeting today, it must be Dong Uncle alone. Hundreds of people have more than enough heart but not enough energy. Don't worry, there will be Young Master Hui and my helper in the future. Uncle Dong will be much easier. Mr. Lin also understands the difficulties of Uncle Dong, so he sent Master Hui over. Riding on the victory, "It just happens to be just starting now, so it's better to take Young Master Hui to the production line and warehouse by Uncle Dong himself."

Wu Yaodong's complexion became unsightly after being rounded and run by a young boy. It is no longer feasible to use the previous rhetoric and prevarication, and Qiao Wen's words have almost declared to him that Lin Zihui is not here to be a young master, but true. Came to take over the factory.

He could only smile and nodded: "Okay, I will take Master Hui and Secretary Qiao to the assembly line carefully."

Therefore, the second day after taking office, Secretary Qiao was finally able to formally enter the workshop and warehouse of Mingyue Factory with Master Hui.

A quick glance last time, sure enough, the work efficiency of the entire assembly line is extremely low, one is the loose working condition of the employees, and the other is the old machinery and equipment. As for the garments produced, the level of craftsmanship varies.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. What is more, Qiao Wen finds that the quality of the materials is very low. Although the ready-to-wear garments produced by Mingyue Factory now go on a cheap and low-end route, the ex-factory price of a jacket is at most a few yuan, and the profit is very small, but the cost is still somewhat different from the actual one.

In other words, the actual cost must be lower than the cost on the account.

Because of the low profit of the factory, the salary of ordinary workers is only five or six hundred, which is slightly lower in the entire industry. Workers are inefficient in work, which is reasonable. After all, they can do as much work as they spend.

As for the real cost and book price difference into whose pockets, one can imagine.

Although Qiao Wen had already anticipated what Wu Yaodong would not allow them to visit the assembly line when he saw the ledger yesterday, the reality is still in front of him, and it is still hard to say.

And Wu Yaodong in this box has already seen that Lin Zihui is not a young master who is here to mess around, and Qiao Wen next to him is not a good fool. While leading people to visit, he repeatedly complained: “Master Hui, you don’t know that since the import quotas in Europe and the United States have been restricted, our Hong Kong city export distribution has been monopolized by those people and can only be purchased from them. Mingyue Factory has low profits and buys quotas. It is not worthwhile, Mr. Lin let us only export to Southeast Asia. In the past few years, the price of cotton and other materials has been rising, and the cost has been rising steadily. Regardless of the low-priced materials we all use, the ex-factory price is also low, and the profit is really thin. The wages of the workers may not have risen for a long time, and everyone is thankful for staying in the factory. My hair has become pale because of the factory in the past two years."

Lin Zihui learned from Qiao Wen’s previous set, and said with a smile: “Too many garment factories nowadays, it is really difficult to do in a factory of our size. My dad also knows that Uncle Dong has worked hard before calling me over. From now on, Secretary Qiao and I will follow If you take care of the factory together, you can save yourself a lot of trouble."

Qiao Wen also smiled and agreed: "Yes, Uncle Dong, you have worked so hard for so many years, and it is time to take a good rest. It is our young people's turn to do something."

Lin Zihui nodded and said solemnly: "Otherwise, move the TV in my office to you. You can watch the TV and drink tea. Maybe your hair will come back black."

Qiao Wen: "..."

The young man has a future! It's not worth your life.

As expected, Wu Yaodong was choked with a blue face, but he still had to pretend to be a smiling face, so that round face, whether smiling or crying, looked really funny.

On this day, due to Wu Yaodong's initial underestimation of the enemy, and the perfect cooperation between Qiao Wen and Lin Zihui, the men's doubles came down, which was a sudden turn of the situation compared to the day before.

In the next two days, Wu Yaodong exposed his problems everywhere.

This person has been the manager of the Mingyue Factory for more than ten years. In the past few years, he has almost turned the factory into his own private domain. Using Lin Zhaoming's laissez-faire behavior, he has made a lot of false accounts and made a lot of money. Originally, he could continue to make money like this. How could he sit still and wait until he had killed a cheap young boss and a young secretary halfway through? It was bound to make the two ignorant young sons retreat.

So, three days later, Wu Yaodong claimed that he was ill and suddenly asked for leave.

The manager took sick leave. In theory, Lin Zihui had the final say in the factory. Although he also knew that Wu Yaodong's sick leave was deliberate, he was quite naive in the end, thinking it was his cooperation with Qiao Wen who had won a lot in the past few days. So he was ready to roll up his sleeves while Wu Yaodong was away.

But Qiao Wen saw that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, before Lin Zihui's sleeves were rolled up, the factory started to make troubles one after another. First, a shirt that was rushing to work ran out of buttons, and the supplier said it would take two days before delivery. The purchasing supervisor came over to Lin Zihui to report the situation and ask him to solve it.

When Lin Zihui heard the words, he called in person, and the answer on the other end was the same, and he was resolute and perfunctory. He hung up the phone after speaking, and did not give him a chance to rush the goods.

Lin Zihui asked: "Does it have a big impact after two days?"

The supervisor is a man in his forties and his surname is Wang.

At this moment, the supervisor surnamed Wang looked anxious: "The production line will be used up soon. I am afraid that one line will have to be stopped after two days. The order will have to be delivered in four days. It must be too late."

Lin Zihui was also a little anxious when he heard this, and looked at Qiao Wen as if for help.

Qiao Wen thought for a while, and said lightly to the main pipeline: "Troubleshooting Director Wang to bring the samples over for us to see. Hui Shao and I will find a way."

Director Wang nodded in response, quickly took the buttons and handed them over to him. Seeing him carefully look at them, he tentatively said: "This button supplier has been cooperating with us for many years. The price is very good, but the delivery is often not on time. Uncle Dong himself urges him. Otherwise..." He paused, "Shao Hui called Uncle Dong and asked him to urge him for help."

Sure enough, I'm waiting here!

Qiao Wen pulled the corner of his mouth knowingly, and said, "Director Wang, how many years have you been in the factory?"

Director Wang replied: "It's almost ten years."

Qiao Wen nodded: "How long have you been the purchasing supervisor?"

Director Wang: "Almost four years."

Qiao Wen nodded and said with a smile: "I have been a supervisor for four years, and I must be familiar with various suppliers, but I have to ask Dongshu to rush the goods. You, the purchasing supervisor, seem to be unqualified. "

Director Wang's face instantly became unsightly, and he murmured: "This supplier has the cheapest price and is naturally very popular. No one can always guarantee that they will deliver on time."

Qiao Wen said: "Since you know it is very popular, why doesn't the warehouse prepare the goods in advance? You are the purchasing supervisor, don't you understand this truth?"

Director Wang originally followed Wu Yaodong’s instructions and gave these two stunned youths a stumbling block to let them know that the factory would not work without Wu Yaodong. Unexpectedly, Secretary Qiao didn’t say anything about Wu Yaodong, but instead pointed the finger at him. superior. Of course he is not stupid. He nodded and humbly admitted his negligence: "This time it is my negligence. What do you think, Secretary Hui Shaoqiao? If the button is not available in the afternoon, we will have to suspend work on both lines. This order There must be no way to deliver on time. I think we should ask Dong Uncle for help first?"

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "Uncle Dong is sick and let him rest at home. It would not be nice to disturb him about this." He waved his hand, "You go back to your desk, I'll find a way to button, you see what else is there. If there may be a shortage in these two days, report it together."

Director Wang failed to complete Wu Yaodong's instructions and left angrily.

When people left, Lin Zihui said angrily: "In all likelihood, Wu Yaodong deliberately ordered us." He frowned and asked, "What can you do? Do you really stop the production line for two days?"

Qiao Wen shrugged and smiled disapprovingly: "Wu Yaodong just relied on our inexperience and thought we didn't understand anything." He raised the button in his hand and said, "Our ready-made garments can only be sold at the most ex-factory price. Two or three dollars, you are producing high-end clothing, and the buttons have to be customized? There are a lot of wholesale markets for these buttons, as long as they are similar, you can ask the driver to take this to the market and purchase a few boxes."

Lin Zihui suddenly realized, nodded: "Then I will go there in person."

Qiao Wen smiled and shook his head: "No, you have to let the driver go."

Lin Zihui didn't know why.

Qiao Wen laughed: "The materials are in short supply, and the purchasing supervisor is helpless, but a driver easily purchases to solve the urgent need. What do you think the supervisor has to say?"

Lin Zihui suddenly realized it again, and said with a smile: "Why didn't I expect it?"

Qiao Wen said: "Don't be happy too early, Uncle Dong won't just arrange this to wait for you."

Lin Zihui has put down his heart at this moment and said with a smile: "The soldiers are here to cover the water and the earth. If you are a military division, let him let him go."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Young Shao Hui, don't put a high hat on me."

Just after lunch in the afternoon, the driver returned with a suitcase full of buttons. Lin Zihui personally watched the warehouse and the purchasers unload and order the goods. Seeing Director Wang's face turned green and white, he felt very exciting and couldn't help but admire Qiao Wen.

He smiled calmly and said: "Director Wang, you are the purchasing supervisor and the solid backing of the production line. Whenever you encounter a problem, you must first find a way to solve it by yourself. You can't always think about trouble with Uncle Dong. Uncle Dong finally took a sick leave, let's not I'm bothering his old man."

Director Wang replied in a reply, watching his subordinates finish ordering the goods, and went back to the warehouse with a black face, about to complain to Wu Yaodong.

Lin Zihui didn't care how he complained, because the following minor troubles almost made him and Qiao Wen too busy.

After a while the warehouse came to report that the goods were wrong, and then there was a problem with the materials again. Throughout the day, the two of them were tossed hard enough, but no matter how troublesome they were, Lin Zihui insisted not to call Wu Yaodong for help.

Reluctant to deal with one thing after another, but the production schedule this day was still delayed a lot.

On the second day, something more serious came. An elongated report said that because of the aging equipment, the production efficiency of his production line was greatly reduced, and the original production volume could not be reached. That is to say, a large order in three days must be Can't deliver the goods.

In fact, everyone knows that these people are nothing more than Wu Yaodong's instructions to give Lin Zihui, the little boss, to let him know that the factory can't function normally without Dongshu. The customer also called to inform that if the delivery was not on time, the last payment would have to be postponed.

The factory did not make money originally, and the cash flow was very tight. If the payment of tens of thousands of yuan was postponed, it would be difficult to pay the salary on time.

This elder is a young man under 30 years old. It is said that his father’s generation worked in Mingyue Factory. He seemed to be a rampant owner in the factory. The workers gave him a "loyal brother", and he was clearly a hegemon in Mingyue Factory. I am afraid it is also a good knife of Wu Yaodong. The attitude is arrogant, and I can't help it anyway, you go to the posture of Uncle Dong to find a way.

And he happened to be the one who had a meeting that day and was called forward by Qiao Wen.

I knew what was going on, but there was no evidence, so I could only watch the production line shut down. Lin Zihui, who was in the society for the first time, was angry and frustrated, and even ate a lot less tea.

Qiao Wen wasn't in a hurry, just tossing along, he was indeed a little tired, his body almost couldn't bear it.

After eating at noon, he half-lied on the office sofa to take a nap. Seeing him pale and overworked, Lin Zihui apologized and said: "Awen, I didn't expect the factory matter to be so troublesome. My dad asked me to exercise. I thought I was here. As the boss, everyone will listen to me, but that's how it is."

Qiao Wen curled his lips and smiled: "If you didn't know that you would encounter these things, I am afraid your dad would not let you come to Mingyue Factory. If I guessed correctly, your dad would have wanted to deal with Uncle Dong a long time ago, but he wouldn't do it himself. And the Mingyue factory has been managed by Uncle Dong for these years. Once he leaves, I’m afraid the factory will not be able to operate normally. The trouble has been one after another in the past two days. He just wants us to recognize this fact."

Although Lin Zihui is still an inexperienced scholar, he also has his own bones and temper, and said angrily: "It's a big deal to fight him to the end, I will see him tossing to the end."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "We came to the factory to make money, not to fight with an old thing." He paused, "It doesn't matter what Uncle Dong wants to do. There are more than 300 people in the factory, except for a few who have been with him for many years in management. Will stand on his side unconditionally. Most of the workers will also seek to support their families with a salary. After all, it does not matter who is the boss. As long as these people are won, we will win."

Lin Zihui opened his eyes wide: "Do you have a way?"

Qiao Wen said casually: "Go and ask your dad for a retirement check from Uncle Dong. If nothing happens, you can use it tomorrow."

Lin Zihui opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it: "Retire? So soon?"

Qiao Wen smiled and nodded.

Lin Zihui's frustrated eyes suddenly showed a look, and he approached him curiously and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Qiao Wen sat up and whispered his plan to him briefly.

Lin Zihui said: "Will there be an accident like this? I don't think that Azhong is easy to provoke. The workers under him are obedient to him. Let's just two and a driver, just in case..."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "Of course we have to be prepared to do this. You forgot that I have Brother Nan, just let him help."

"Anan?"

Qiao Wen nodded: "So we can rest assured..."

Seeing his calm expression, Lin Zihui was relieved, only going to ask his dad for a check after work.

He has been fed up with anger in the past two days. At any rate, he can be regarded as a young boss. When he was manipulated like this by a factory manager, he was so angry that he missed two bowls of food.

The next morning, workers from the Mingyue Factory went to work and noticed that a recruitment notice was posted at the factory gate. In the courtyard, there are already more than 20 young people waiting in line.

The young Secretary Qiao each sent out an application form, and then asked the handsome young man at the beginning to take people to the conference room to wait.

Of course, this handsome young man is not someone else, but Chen Canan.

Qiao Wen asked him to bring twenty brothers to Mingyue Factory to perform a play to help a little bit. He didn't even ask. In the morning, he directly summoned Zhao Asi's brothers and came to the factory mightily.

They went to the conference room, and Lin Zihui used radio to call all the employees to the playground for a meeting.

Master Hui wore a black suit today, took off his glasses, and combed his hair neatly with wax. Compared to usual, he had a rare majesty.

Today is a tough battle. For Lin Zihui, it is false to say that he is not nervous, but after the light falls on Qiao Wen, who is calm and relaxed beside him, his nervousness is immediately reduced by a few points.

It is clear that the other party is only an 18-year-old boy, but he always feels that there is a kind of wisdom and calmness from beyond his age, which makes him very at ease.

Qiao Wen nodded at him.

Lin Zihui understood, cleared his throat, and began to prepare to speak.

"Today we are convening for a meeting. There are several important things to announce."

In the past two days, the little boss was so devastated that the employees looked at him, and they even ignored him. Especially the wave of stabbing workers headed by Azhong, who stood in the back row of the line, clearly wanted to see him joke.

Qiao Wen swept the crowd and circled a few key figures in his heart.

Lin Zihui's voice sank a little: "The factory is a place to work, but the performance of many people in the past two days makes me suspect that you are not here to work seriously. Next, I will eliminate them in batches based on personal performance. Today It is the first batch of 20 people in total. I have already recruited new employees to fill positions, including purchasing warehouse managers and clothing workers. They are all skilled. Now they are waiting in the conference room for work. You should have seen them too. ."

This time, most people started to get serious. Although the treatment of Mingyue Factory is not good, the victory is stable, and most of them are employees who have been working for many years. No one can accept the fate of being dismissed.

As expected, A Zhong couldn't help it, and said loudly, "Young Master Hui, do you dismiss if you say you are dismissed? At least you have to wait for Uncle Dong to come before you make a decision, right?"

Lin Zihui said: "Since I am the boss, of course I am dismissed when I say that I am dismissed. Is it possible that Dongshu's consent is required?"

Azhong sneered, obviously disapproving of what he said.

Lin Zihui gestured to Qiao Wen and said: "Secretary Qiao, announce the list of dismissal?"

Qiao Wen nodded and spread out the paper in his hand: "According to the performance of the employees in the past few days, the next 20 people are the first batch of dismissal lists..."

He read the name by name, from supervisor Wang and Azhong, to ordinary workers. Although the positions are different, they have one thing in common. They are all people who have directly caused trouble in the past few days.

After the announcement was completed, Qiao Wen said again: "Well, if you haven't read the name, you can go back to work and start working."

"Wait!" Azhong stretched out his hand to stop the person who was about to leave, and walked forward without hurriedness, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, "Young Master Hui, we have all worked in Mingyue Factory for many years. There is no credit and hard work. , If you come, you will dismiss us. Although you are the little boss and the boss, this is not the way to do it, right? Uncle Dong didn’t say anything, we won’t leave. If you don’t withdraw this decision, the factory will not go today. I want to start."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the workers behind him: "Listen well, we have been in Mingyue Factory for so many years. Mingyue Factory is our home. Shao Hui is the boss. If we can fire us, tomorrow will be you. We only have one mind to avoid being bullied at will."

I have to say that this brother Azhong is quite capable of inciting. After these words, the workers who were planning to leave all stopped.

Qiao Wen twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Everyone is misunderstood. Shao Hui is not trying to bully anyone. Many people have seen it. Who is the one being bullied in the past few days. The benefits of Mingyue Factory are low now, and the treatment is really not considered to be a big deal. Well, if it were not to support the family, I think many people have already left. Master Hui came to the factory to bring Mingyue Factory back to life, hoping that all employees can have a higher income and live a better life." He paused and then continued, "In order to improve everyone’s enthusiasm for work, Hui Shao has decided to increase the salary of all employees by 50 yuan from the original basis from this month. Starting from today, under the premise of sufficient orders, all After the garment workers complete the quantity of the day, they will receive a subsidy of one yuan for each additional piece processed."

After all, Mingyue Factory has been brilliant for a while. The orders are actually not lacking, but the profit is thin. In these years, Wu Yaodong has focused on fishing for himself and feeding himself so much. He has not continued to develop business at all, which led to the death of the entire factory. Not alive.

The workers are the low-level people, and they just want to earn a salary to live their lives. For most of them, whoever gives the money is the boss. Fifty yuan can be eaten by an ordinary family for several days, which is by no means a small figure, not to mention the extra cost of overtime.

This is undoubtedly a huge temptation.

Sure enough, everyone was rustling around, ready to return to their work stations. If you make a few more clothes today, you can earn a few dollars more.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Azhong's expression changed drastically. He winked at several of his men and said sharply, "I want to see who dares to leave?"

A dozen or so strong workers walked to the side of the team and blocked the way to leave.

Although these people dare not do anything to Lin Zihui, they are really arrogant. Azhong has ruled the king for a long time in the factory, and the workers are obviously afraid of him. He threatened him and no one dared to move anymore.

Qiao Wen walked forward unhurriedly and said to Azhong with a smile: "Brother Azhong, are you trying to make a mutiny?"

Azhong sneered: "Workers still go to the streets to strike. I'm just fighting for everyone's rights."

Qiao Wen shook his head: "No, you are clearly harming other people's rights."

Azhong looked at the secretary in front of him, who could only be called a teenager, with a pale face that was so pale and weak that he could not stand a blow, but his gaze was obviously with undisguised disdain and contempt.

This made him almost an angry humiliation.

Qiao Wen twitched the corner of his mouth and said word by word: "Azhong, let me remind you again that you have been fired. I will bother you and the other people who have been fired and leave immediately. Unsettled salary