Not long after Wang Xiaoliu left, Fang Lihua came back with a smile: "Mr. Fang, Director Hu has agreed."
Fang Zhe tilted his head and said in surprise: "So simple? Is there someone taking your seat?"
Fang Lihua sighed: "Sometimes I really don't understand how Mr. Fang's brain can grow and spin so fast!"
Fang Zhe squinted at Fang Lihua and said, "I haven't paid much attention to the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory in recent times. I guess the first payment has been made. Has the city government allocated funds again?"
"The cadres are paid wages, the workers are paid basic living expenses, and on-the-job workers are paid 70%. The city government allocated five million, emphasizing that this is the last allocation of this year." Fang Lihua really sold it very cleanly.
Fang Zhe sneered: "It's a daydream. Wait until the Chinese New Year and look at it. Workers don't have to do anything. They just go to the streets with banners and write one line on the banner. They need to work and eat. Look at the city government.
in spite of."
Fang Lihua looked at Fang Zhe in surprise: "Can't you? This is too much."
Fang Zhe sneered and said: "It's better to go too far than to be hungry. When people are in a hurry, how can they care so much? Tell Director Hu that you can transfer him as soon as possible and don't delay it any longer. In fact, I hope Director Hu will
For those who stay, it’s hard to say what kind of trouble would have occurred if our cooperation had been replaced by someone else.”
Fang Lihua went out and returned to her seat. Fang Lihua was in a daze for a while. She just called Factory Director Hu. He said on the phone that when Fang Zhe proposed to borrow it, he had no intention of letting Fang Lihua come back. Stay
There is no future in the factory, so it is better to stay with Fang Zhe. If the factory director is changed in the future, Fang Lihua may or may not come back.
Fang Lihua instantly understood that Director Hu was arranging things after he left. Judging from this, as long as the money here arrives in time within two or three months, Director Hu's reform attempt will be considered a success. Although there is no solution
It's a fundamental problem, but it makes sense and can be legitimately transferred away. After all, part of the problem has been solved.
Fang Lihua also knew very well that the current No. 6 Cotton Spinning Factory was a big pit, and it would be difficult to get out if you jumped in. If Hu Shuo had the chance, of course he had to jump out, and he couldn't stay in the pit waiting to die.
As a confidant of Fang Lihua, Fang Zhe has no way out here. If he remains a cadre and cannot be paid or transferred, it would be better to work with Fang Zhe with a high salary.
When Fang Lihua was in a daze, her sister Fang Lishu came and whispered: "Brother-in-law talked to me last night."
"What did he ask you?" Fang Lihua frowned. Her husband, Zhang Quan, was a middle school teacher. It was summer vacation and he had plenty of time to think about things.
"Isn't it all these bad things in the factory? I told him that you were seconded to Mr. Fang, and he seemed quite happy."
"This heartless person is so happy!" Fang Lihua swore angrily. She understood her husband's thoughts very well. Wasn't it because there were rumors before that the relationship between Fang Lihua and Hu Shuo was indescribable? For a man, he has taken care of family affairs.
As a teacher, has he helped the child with his homework once? If Fang Lishu hadn't helped take care of the child, his son would have been a homeless child.
When Fang Lihua was young, she was also a literary youth. Zhang Quan published two poems in newspapers, which made Fang Lihua admire her very much. In addition, she was good-looking, so Fang Lihua fell in love quickly and got married without thinking about anything else. Later, she got married without thinking about anything else.
Only then did I realize that life after marriage is a different experience, not at all like what I imagined before marriage.
There were too many things going on in the work unit, and Fang Lihua was promoted. The conflict between the couple started with housework. Later, because of rumors, a fierce quarrel broke out. Zhang Quan threatened to divorce, and Fang Lihua simply agreed. Later, Zhang Quan
Regretted and refusing to divorce, Fang Lihua was so angry that she threw all Zhang Quan's things out of the house, since the house was allocated to her work unit anyway.
Zhang Quan could only live in a dormitory, and the relationship between husband and wife was so cold. Zhang Quan came to ease the situation many times, but Fang Lihua avoided seeing her.
"My brother-in-law said something, and I was so angry that I wanted Chang Gang to hit him." Fang Lishu said in a low voice.
"If a dog can't spit out ivory, what nice things can he say? Isn't it just nonsense like saying Mr. Fang is young, how could he like me? Forget it, let's not mention him, there are a lot of things waiting for me.
deal with."
Fang Zhe walked out of the office door and went downstairs to the warehouse. After the place was tidied up, a single room was created as an office specifically for Gu Fusheng. When Fang Zhe arrived, the old tailor put down his hands.
The tea cup inside said: "The clothes you want are all ready, go and see for yourself."
"What are you looking at? I still don't believe in your craftsmanship? By the way, how are those students doing?" Fang Zhe interrupted with a smile. What he valued was the craftsmanship of the old tailor. For example, the cheongsam made by the old tailor.
, you can't even find the thread. Fang Zhe really doesn't care how he does it. The point is to pass on the skills to a few skilled workers.
"No matter how good you are at craftsmanship, it's useless. If you don't understand the minds of today's young people and can't design styles that young people like, I will still work like an old man for you, a black-hearted capitalist." The old tailor hit the nail on the head with his mature skills.
"Where's your conscience? Where's your old conscience?" Fang Zhi looked distressed. The old tailor didn't bother him and continued to speak: "You brat, I have to say that the clothes you designed are very special. Find one.
Women with good figures come and try it on."
Fang Zhe sneered and said, "You need to tell me this, I've already prepared it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Li appeared at the door: "Fang Zhe, am I not late?"
Fang Zhe turned around and smiled: "No, Reporter Long hasn't arrived yet."
The reporter Long Gang was on Fang Zhe's pirate ship. The last report really caused a huge response from the society. Especially the report about those laid-off workers who returned to work through their own efforts, and got even more attention.
Widely praised.
Focusing on ordinary people, it resonated more. This was something Longgang had not thought of beforehand. At the same time, it also received recognition from leaders and praise from superior authorities. The comment given was that in the current difficult situation of state-owned enterprises,
Under such circumstances, some of our newspapers insist on reporting negative news about enterprises. This is an irresponsible attitude. The truly responsible attitude is to report hope in the face of difficulties, like Comrade Long Gang.
Long Gang can be said to have gained both fame and fortune. Not only did Fang Zhe make a phone call, he would rush over. Of course, his work was not in vain. Fang Zhe was indispensable for a delicious meal, and he could still eat it when he left.
Follow two good smokes. That's it. No matter how much Longgang wants, he won't accept it. He is a person with a bottom line.
Long Gang, who was hanging a camera, also arrived when Bai Li was talking: "I said Fang Zhe, why don't you wait for me in the office? You made me go upstairs to find you and climb the stairs in vain."
"I got some coffee beans. You can take them back and grind them yourself when you leave. Let's talk about it first. If you don't do well today, let alone the coffee beans, there won't even be any Bird's Nest Coffee." Fang Zhe answered the question, and Long Gang immediately
Throw moral integrity aside.
"Don't worry, I won a photography award." Long Gang assured him, patting his chest.