Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

As soon as the three people came in, Xia Chutang said politely: "Please sit down."

Xu Cang took three teacups, poured water and put them on the coffee table.

"Stop being so vain! How can you compensate us?"

Coming in with Zhao Changping, the slightly fat young man slapped the table and shouted.

Zhuang Chengyu sat on a chair nearby and scolded: "Are you here to talk about things, or are you here to talk loudly? If you have this attitude, then you don't need to talk, just go to Qiu Zhi and ask for your salary."

Zhuang Chengyu's voice was originally deep and powerful, and coupled with the extraordinary aura of his high position, he successfully silenced the shouting young man as soon as he opened his mouth.

"That... Factory Director Xia. This is the salary and list of workers we calculated." Zhao Changping made his voice calm.

Another young man stood up and handed the compiled list to Xia Chutang.

There are fifteen workers in total, and the arrears of wages amount to 1 yuan.

No wonder Qiu Zhi ran away with his money and sold the food factory for only 20,000 yuan in total.

If he paid the wages to the workers and included the agency fees for Xia Chutang, Qiu Zhi would not only make money, but also lose a little.

"I bought this factory for only 20,000 yuan. Do you think I might spend another 20,000 yuan to polish Qiu Zhi's PG?"

Xia Chutang tapped her fingers on the statistics sheet a few times and asked with a slight smile.

"Then what do you mean? You don't want to give it?"

The fat boy who was intimidated by Zhuang Chengyu just now lowered his voice and said, "If you don't give me the money, I will... I will..."

The young man wanted to threaten Xia Chutang, but he was afraid of the majestic-looking man sitting next to him, so he didn't even say a word for a long time.

"Director Xia."

Zhao Changping also knew that it was unrealistic to ask the new boss for all his salary.

He began to play the emotional card, "Many of the workers have not yet found jobs, and their families have to support themselves. This money is life-saving money. If you don't give it to us, you will force us to death."

The fat boy nodded sharply and agreed, "That's right! You capitalists are going to force us workers to death."

"Let me correct you. It was Qiu Zhi who forced you to death, not me."

Xia Chutang did not accept the moral kidnapping: "Strictly speaking, I am also a poor victim. Just like you, I was also tricked by Qiu Zhi, wasn't I?"

Seeing that the girl was so difficult to talk to, Zhao Changping's heart sank.

I thought that if this girl was so young, she would be able to get her salary back if she said a few nice words and sold her badly.

Unexpectedly, he is a master who refuses to take soft and hard advice.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhao Changping asked as a last resort.

Xia Chutang was waiting for the other party to ask what to do.

The girl tapped her fingers on the table and said seriously: "Two options. First, I am willing to give you 30% of the arrears as humanitarian compensation. You sign a commitment letter and you will not cause trouble to my new factory again. Whether you go to Qiu Zhi to ask for the remaining 70% of the money or file a lawsuit has nothing to do with me."

"30%? Does that mean I can only get 90 yuan back?"

The fat boy shook his head like a rattle and firmly opposed: "No! This plan won't work!"

Zhao Changping also looked solemn and asked, "What about the second plan?"

"The second option is that you stay as workers in my new factory, and I will give you 50% of your previous salary, and the remaining 50% will be paid month by month with the current month's salary in the next six months."

"Stay?"

Zhao Changping thought about many possibilities, but never thought that he would continue to stay.

The fat boy looked questioning: "Little girl, are you kidding me? You want me to work for you? You're stupid..."

"Cough——" Zhuang Chengyu coughed heavily.

The fat boy choked back the last sentence, "You haven't even got all your hair on Yatou Pianzi", and replaced it with: "I don't work for Yatou Pianzi anyway."

"This is a two-way choice. If you want to stay, I may not have to use you."

Xia Chutang's expression was calm: "If you fail to pass the work evaluation that month after you stay, I will give you 10% of the remaining salary and then terminate the employment."

In the past, factory workers all liked to eat from a big pot, and many fished in troubled waters.

In 1995, state-owned enterprises in southern cities began to experience a wave of layoffs, but Xihai had only heard about it but had not fully implemented it.

The moral character of these workers at Qiuzhi Food Factory was unknown, so Xia Chutang did not dare to directly decide on a long-term employment.

"What do you mean? Even if I choose the second option, I might not get paid? Doesn't that mean that all the good things are taken by you?"

The fat young man suddenly stood up and angrily said to the two people who came with him: "Gong Zhao, Xiaoxia, let's go! Let's not talk anymore!"

At worst, he would block the door and make trouble every day. He still didn't believe that he couldn't control a little girl.

"As you please."

Xia Chutang raised her hand, unmoved: "Let me remind you, if you think of making trouble, then I will definitely call the police. Then you will be charged with disturbing public order. If you go back to your work unit later, I'm afraid it will be too late." Difficult. Haha.”

In her previous life, Xia Chutang was a low-level worker, and she knew exactly what this fat boy was thinking.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the fat boy sat down hesitantly.

He came to make trouble every day, and people called the police every day.

Once or twice is fine, but if he goes to the police station every three days, how will others see him?

Let alone looking for a job at an employer, I'm afraid he won't even be able to find a suitable partner.

"Director Xia, I want to choose the second option."

Another young man who came in with Zhao Changping stood up, "But I want to ask, what is the job evaluation you are talking about?"

"Attendance, work performance, cooperation, and sense of responsibility." Xia Chutang roughly mentioned a few points.

"Okay, I'm willing to choose the second option. Can I get the money now?"

Xia Chutang looked at the young man who stood up. He was tall and thin and looked very energetic.

"Not now. I can only register and wait for tomorrow... I need to raise funds, and I also need you to bring the original and copy of your ID card."

The fat boy immediately stopped his companion, "Xiaoxia, don't be fooled! She just doesn't want to give money!"

"Okay, then I'll choose the second option."

The tall and lanky young man was not affected. After asking Xia Chutang where he registered, he wrote down his name.

Xia Chutang looked at the paper and wrote two words: Xia Yan.

"Hey, we still have the same surname!" Xia Chutang chuckled.

"I'm from Xiajiacun, are you too, Director Xia?" Xia Yan asked with a silly smile.

Xiajiacun... Xia Chutang vaguely remembers that Li Hui took her to a village to pay New Year's greetings to her "grandparents" when she was a child.

But it wasn't Xiajiacun, she really didn't remember it.

Since childhood, Xia Chutang has lived in his grandma's house and has no impression of his grandparents at all.

She had asked Li Hui's grandparents before, but her mother only said that they lived far away from each other and it was not convenient to move around.

Now that I think about it, there may be other secrets.

"I'm not……"

Xia Chutang recovered her thoughts and smiled: "But we were also a family five hundred years ago."

Xia Yan scratched his head in embarrassment: "Yes."

Seeing his colleague Xia Yan sign, Zhao Changping hesitated after thinking about it and asked: "Director Xia, can I ask how much my monthly salary will be if I choose to stay in the factory? ?”