"Okay! Tell Factory Manager Huang, I am announcing in the name of the Linquan Town Government that Wang Liushun and Zhang Hua gathered people to cause trouble, were not at ease at work, disobeyed leadership arrangements, and conspired to sabotage the revitalization and improvement of the paper mill... They have been fired.
.Moreover, if you attack government leaders and injure working group members, I will ask Director Zhao to handle it."
Ye Fan's words were clear and powerful, and with the support of his health-preserving skills, he seemed even more powerful.
Each word struck everyone's heart like steel particles, and each of the terrifying big hats hit the two unlucky guys head-on and face-covering.
Suddenly, some changes occurred in the crowd. Some timid workers who originally wanted to watch the excitement had unknowingly stepped back more than ten meters. Five or six meters of space suddenly opened up in front of Ye Fan.
At this time, Huang Haiping and deputy factory director Qin Mingkai were drinking tea leisurely.
"Old Qin, tell me, will that kid really be beaten into a pig's head? I'm afraid our factory will have to pay hundreds of dollars for medicine." Huang Haiping said calmly with no expression, as if he was telling a story.
"This...it's hard to say. It depends on whether Liu Shun and Zhang Hua are brave enough. But don't let a weak scholar named Ye be crippled. If he follows in Zhang Xilin's footsteps, he will probably get into big trouble." Qin Mingkai continued.
Somewhat worried.
"No! It will definitely hurt, and it will also cause some cracks in the skin and flesh. As for being disabled, I have already specially warned you, absolutely not. Liushun and the others often do this, and they have a sense of proportion." A person with a similar appearance next to him said
The thin-faced man who looked a little wretched smiled dryly. He was Wan Gang, the former head of the supply and marketing section of Yuyang Paper Mill.
"Property! I'm afraid that kid would even dare to pull out the knife if his eyes got red, but he still has no sense of propriety. Let's calm down about this, and we must pretend not to know.
After all, the person surnamed Ye is a deputy mayor and a member of the party committee. Cai Dajiang and Qin Zhiming will not look good if something really happens, especially Li Tianwang from the county, who will probably be furious."
Qin Mingkai said in a low voice.
"Old Qin, we didn't do anything, did we? This has nothing to do with us at all, so why are we panicking?"
Huang Haiping was as calm as a mountain. He glanced at Qin Mingkai lightly and thought that this man was still a bit timid and could not accomplish anything big.
Don’t you see, one general’s achievements lead to thousands of bones. All those who have achieved great things in ancient times have been like this. They stepped on other people’s corpses to get to the position. If we weren’t ruthless, we would almost lose our position as factory director. If we lose it, we will be so arrogant. We will be the king or the bandit.
also!
"Don't be afraid, Yu Biao. Is everything okay? Go and bring me a stool. I want to have a good chat with you all."
Ye Fan glanced at the cement-filled table tennis table next to him and got an idea. He had long wanted to have a good talk with the workers.
This paper mill will definitely encounter resistance of one kind or another, such as land acquisition, relocation, personnel, etc. Everything else is not scary. The two things it fears most are the fear of not having money. Needless to say, not having money is all bullshit.
Secondly, I am afraid that the workers will not be able to think clearly and cause trouble, which will eventually lead to the collapse of the factory.
Soon Yubiao also moved a rattan chair.
Ye Fan placed the chair on the cement table tennis table less than one meter high, and sat on it with great ease, which felt a bit like a normal meeting. The table tennis table obviously became a temporary podium.
"Hello, fellow workers. I would like to ask, are you satisfied with your current life?"
At first, no one dared to answer. After a few minutes, a person hidden in the crowd responded: "Of course I'm not satisfied."
"Why?" Ye Xin continued to ask, it is better to strike while the iron is hot.
"It goes without saying that we have only received a salary of 120 yuan a month for half a year. We can buy some rice and make some porridge, but don't think about meat. If you can smell a little meat in a month, it is considered to be eating meat.
Let's talk about it." Seeing that the deputy mayor Ye Fan became more friendly, more and more people responded.
At this time, many people began to complain: "Yes! How can people live on only 120 yuan a month? We have to support our wives and children, and we can't even afford medical treatment..."
"You may not know yet, but the 120 yuan you receive every month is still borrowed from the bank by Factory Director Huang, who begged his grandpa and grandma.
Think about it, can the bank just lend but not repay it? What if one day the bank stops lending and you don’t even have the 120 yuan?” Ye Fan followed the trend, which sparked a big discussion in the crowd.
Someone shouted in panic: "Yes! If you don't even have the 120 yuan to save your life, what can you buy rice for cooking?" For a while, the crowd was a little confused, and the workers' emotions began to get a little intense.
"You're right! If you're not satisfied, why not change the status quo?" Ye Fan raised the topic.
"Change, what kind of change? Could it be that we sell the factory. If we sell it, we can get some money, but what will happen to our family after the financial crisis? This factory must not be sold. At least there is still hope." A middle-aged man shouted angrily.
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"Haha! Why do you have to sell the factory to change? Is there no other way? Can a living person be choked to death by shit? Think about it carefully. If you can think of a way and prove it is effective, I will give you credit and give you a thousand prizes.
Block, never make a mistake."
Ye Fan asked everyone questions and offered huge prizes, and a noisy discussion began. No one believed that Deputy Mayor Ye would cash in the one thousand yuan bonus.
"Fat man, how do you think our factory should change?" a gruff voice asked.
"I didn't know. If I knew, I wouldn't be a worker anymore. I would have been the factory director a long time ago." The fat man replied.
After nearly 15 minutes of discussion and no good ideas came up, someone suddenly shouted as if he had understood: "Deputy Mayor Ye, since you are the town leader in charge of our factory, please tell me how to change.
As long as we don't sell the factory and get paid, everyone will listen to you."
"Yes! I have to ask the leader to tell me." Everyone stared at Ye Fan, but no one said anything anymore. Ye Fan felt like he was shouldering a heavy responsibility at this time. He felt a sense of pride and thought to himself
If we can really revitalize the factory, we will really do a great thing. With more than a thousand people, how many people's nerves are involved!
I took a careful look at the person who just said this and found that he was actually a young man, probably around 26 or 27 years old.
The person looked very lively, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features were straight. Judging from the physiognomy, he seemed to be full of righteousness. He secretly said that he was a person. He pointed at the person who had just called and asked: "What's the name of that brother?"
"Tang Zhenghai." The young man was not afraid and stepped forward to answer. An old man next to him said: "Boss Ye, he is the deputy director of our factory and he is very clever!"
After finishing speaking, he sighed, I guess this Tang Zhenghai has a story.
Ye Fan became interested and saw that this person seemed to have a lot of prestige among the workers, so he took it to heart. The person in charge of the factory will definitely have to be changed in the future. Huang Haiping will have to go back to the county sooner or later. This small factory cannot tolerate him.
Respect the great master at the scientific level.
And judging from what happened today, it was Huang Haiping who was trying to intimidate him. He had already faintly shown signs of this in the Blue Moon Dance Hall that day.
As Huang Haiping, I heard that the county asked him to go back and serve as the director of some side bureaus in the early years and he was still unwilling, so he had to rely on this paper factory. This paper factory is so dilapidated. Is there still a lot of oil and water in it?
Why would a serious director like him stay in this shabby factory if he doesn't do anything? Huang Haiping doesn't look like a cadre who can benefit the factory. It can be seen from his luxurious office that is comparable to that of a deputy mayor.
Some clues came. This incident aroused Ye Fan's vigilance and felt that there must be something fishy in it.
"We welcome Deputy Mayor Ye to talk to everyone. As long as we can save the factory, we will support it. Everyone applauds." Tang Zhenghai took the lead in applauding, and suddenly a wave of applause rolled by like a thunderous wave.
"It's strange, why does it look like there's a meeting outside?" Qin Mingkai murmured in confusion.
"It couldn't have been a lively fight. The man named Ye was beaten into a pig by everyone, so everyone is celebrating." Wan Gang, the head of the sales department, laughed strangely.
"Huh! It doesn't look like that! Weird? Why hasn't Chunyan called yet? Has something unexpected happened?" Qin Mingkai shook his head. Huang Haiping, on the other hand, did not move, and continued to sip Longjing leisurely, as steady as a mountain.
"Haiping, Ye's legs kicked Liu Shun and Zhang Hua aside. These two idiots are still humming in the waste paper, useless things." Zhang Chunyan finally called, very angry.
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"Uh! He's a bit virtuous, but I underestimated him. What is that kid doing now?" Huang Haiping asked calmly.
"Lectures!" Zhang Chunyan snorted angrily.
"Lecture! He's not a teacher, so why should he teach?" Huang Haiping became interested.
"It's not just about injecting capital into the paper factory to revitalize the factory. I think those stupid workers were all fascinated by his sweet talk. Several girls looked at him like a singer. He was simply a nymphomaniac, hum.
!" There was obviously a sour taste in Zhang Chunyan's words, which was off-putting.
"Hahaha! Let him talk. Let's sit on the mountain and watch the monkey show. It's okay. The wine needs to be warmed slowly. The warmer it is, the drier it will be."
Huang Haiping teased Zhang Chunyan and hung up the phone. His face became a little gloomy, and he poured all his energy into the tea.
Qin Mingkai knew that he had a complicated temperament, because it was rare for Huang Haiping to see him lose his temper, and he never looked sullen or angry. When his heart fluctuated severely, he would drink tea desperately.
"Brother workers, let's talk. To use a simple analogy, if you open a restaurant in Linquan Town now, of course it will be a small restaurant, and it will basically not be decorated. Because the dining environment is poor, not many have it.
Rich customers are willing to come to your door, but the business of your restaurant is getting worse and worse, and it is about to close.
At this time, a rich man said to you, your restaurant has previously spent a total of 10,000 yuan on utensils, etc., and I will offer you 30,000 yuan to work with you to renovate the restaurant and make money together. Will you refuse?"
Ye Fan asked.
"Of course I won't refuse." An old man in the crowd replied casually.
"It would be a fool to refuse!" a middle-aged woman interjected...
"Hahaha... That sister-in-law is right. You would be a fool to refuse. Once you join forces, you will definitely make money. Look, the restaurant will make money after it is renovated and attracts customers. If you make money, what will happen to your money?