Siheyuan: I Raised Ten Thousand Wild Boars

"Brother-in-law, why don't I get a share of the salary increase?" Zhao Yunlong said dissatisfiedly.

In the past few years, due to difficulties and other reasons, all factories stopped the examination. The wages of employees are unshakable, stagnant, solid as a rock, and stable as Mount Tai!

Now that the situation has improved, someone brought up this issue again.

In fact, the promotion is not much, just a few dollars more in salary, but don’t underestimate these dollars, they may be enough to buy 20-30 kilograms of rice.

After careful consideration, the superiors believed that this matter was very important and concerned the welfare of the workers and should be implemented immediately.

It was like a thunderbolt that shook the world, and the long-dry seedlings finally received a refreshing rain!

Everyone applied for a graded salary increase, accounting for almost 90% of the total number of employees in the textile factory.

This scared the factory leaders. With so many people, it was impossible to raise their salaries all at once. The financial pressure would be too great and their superiors would have to kill them.

Finally, after a meeting and discussion among the selection representatives, it was decided to give a certain proportion of quotas to old employees and young and middle-aged employees.

As for Zhao Yunlong, he first worked at Nanjiao Farm and later went to Chaoyang Farm. He was not even one of the so-called third batch, so how could he be qualified for a salary increase?

"You are already 19 years old and you don't even have a partner. Are you short of money or what?" Li Guohua asked unhappily.

In this era, 19 years old is already an older youth, and half of the families have already gone on countless blind dates. It was just that he was lucky, and his family didn't urge him to go on blind dates because he lived with me in the house.

"It's because the salary is too low that I can't find a partner!" Zhao Yunlong said unconvinced.

He didn't really want a salary increase, but the main reason was that people in other departments earned more than him, which made him feel embarrassed.

"How about this? The workshop is very short of people right now. I will transfer you to Han Wenlong's place and I will guarantee you a raise!"

Han Wenlong is now the workshop director and is directly under the leadership of the factory director.

I worked very hard and made great progress with some cheats to get to where I am today as a director. Others just move up a few positions and their positions rise rapidly. It is true that having a good father can save them from taking many years of detours.

"I won't go, that's women's work!"

When Zhao Yunlong heard that he was asked to go to the spinning workshop, he immediately refused. Life is so comfortable now, going there would be a pain in the ass.

"Then I think you are itching for something!"

Li Guohua sat up suddenly and Zhao Yunlong fled in panic. This kid had been beaten to a pulp a long time ago.

You can curse as much as you want, but this concerns the welfare of his subordinates. I'm afraid Zhao Yunlong is not the only one who has opinions about it, so he has to fight for it.

He first went to the logistics office and warehouse and found that most people were discussing this issue.

Some say that it must be raised according to working age, some say that it must be raised according to the importance of the job position, and others say that cadres must be raised first and workers later.

Anyway, there are many different opinions, and some even look fierce. We all work together, so why should we have no share when others mention us?

Li Guohua shook his head. This is not a easy matter to handle.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, it was much quieter. No one was complaining and everyone was busy working.

Nan Yi held an extra-large pot with both hands, turning it up and down on the stove, preparing lunch in the cafeteria.

Although he is now the monitor of the cafeteria, he often rushes to cook the big pot dishes.

It's not that he was stealing jobs, but mainly to teach Hu Qingyou and other chefs how to do things. This is also the reason why he was able to quickly gain a foothold in the canteen, and he never kept his skills to himself.

"Director! Why are you here? Are you having a lunch reception today?"

Nan Yi handed the big pot to Hu Qingyou and walked over to ask.

"No, I just came to take a look! Isn't the factory planning to raise the workers' wages recently? Do you have any ideas?" Li Guohua looked at everyone in the cafeteria and saw that no one was talking about wages. He wanted to see if he had any secret.

"Director, I haven't thought about a salary increase. I listen to my leadership in everything. Everything is fine now!" Nan Yi wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with a smile.

In the past, he worked in a machine repair factory, leading employees, teaching apprentices, working hard, and preparing meals for more than 70 people. But when the factory set up a catering department, he didn't get a single cent, and a man named Cui Dake was appointed as the head of the department.

Who is this Cui Dake? He is a member of Nantai Commune.

The year before last, there was a flood, and the machine repair factory helped Nantai Commune with disaster relief. The commune sent Cui Dake to deliver a big fat pig to the factory. In order to stay in the factory, this guy flattered and gave gifts, and even wanted to marry Liang Ladi, who made me despise him the most.

As a result, this guy not only became the head of the food section, but also competed with me for the moonlight Ding Qiunan. This is intolerable.

This is also the reason why he decided to come to the textile factory.

"Then why do I see no one talking about this in your cafeteria?" Li Guohua asked curiously.

It’s strange that Nan Yi is still hiding this.

"Nothing. When they first discussed it, I called everyone together and asked them to talk among themselves. There would be only one or two quotas allocated to our cafeteria at most, so let them decide for themselves who to give them to! Oh my god, they almost got into a fight!

Later, I set a rule for the canteen's leftovers: those with higher salaries should take less, and those with lower salaries should take more, and then no one would talk about it anymore!" Nan Yi rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly.

Well, it is indeed a solution to transform the conflicts between superiors and subordinates into conflicts among the masses and then give some small profits.

However, it can only be used in a small place like the cafeteria. In the workshop, everyone speaks with strength, and using this, even a dog's brain can be beaten.

Not long after, Li Guohua received a notice for a meeting at the factory.

When we arrived at the conference room, the factory director Wang Shaosheng, security section chief Liang Xingguo, deputy factory director Jiang Changfu, deputy factory director Hu Qiuxiang, deputy factory director Zheng Aimin, cadre section chief Sun Zhanwu, technical section chief Wang Li, finance section chief Ma Yun, labor and wages section chief Zhu Guangcai, production section chief Jiao Zhiqiang, publicity section chief Xiao Ming, infrastructure section chief Liu Qingyi and other twelve people were already present.

In addition to being the secretary, the factory director Wang Shaosheng is also in charge of the trade union and is the absolute boss of the textile factory.

Jiang Changfu is the deputy technical director. He looks as fierce as Zhang Fei. He is responsible for assisting the factory director Wang Shaosheng in managing production and formulating production plans.

Hu Qiuxiang is a female factory director and a military-to-civilian cadre. She is very capable and is in charge of health and publicity.

Zheng Aimin is the chief steward. The office, supply and marketing, transportation, equipment, and Li Guohua's logistics are nominally under his leadership.

Sun Zhanwu is about 30 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is a replica of Lao Xu and is responsible for cadre assessment.

The chief financial officer, Jack Ma, is very thin and looks like an old farmer rather than an intellectual, but he graduated from Peking University.