Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan gestured, "Okay, come in!"

The two of them sat on either side of the desk.

Lin Zhiyuan roughly read the account book records, then glanced at Wu Qiao's statistics, and frowned slightly.

"In other words, the union has spent over 10 million yuan in the three years since its establishment. On average, that's about 3 million yuan a year?"

Wu Qiao nodded, "Yes, there were only a few times when employees were injured that subsidies were issued. There is no regulation for other subsidies or relief funds."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said, "No wonder the Beijing Federation of Trade Unions has objections."

Labor insurance premiums are three percent of the total monthly wages of all employees in an enterprise.

Of this, 30 percent must be turned over, or left to the enterprise union, to be used for employee pensions, subsidies, relief, and other expenses, which is also a huge figure.

Previously, Lin Zhiyuan estimated that from the establishment of the trade union to the present, there have been more than 4 members in 32 months and more than 30 members in 18 months, with an average salary of more than 13 yuan. It can be roughly calculated that the total amount should be over billion yuan. Excluding the part to be handed over, it should be around billion yuan.

According to the statistics given by Wu Qiao, the total amount of transfer funds submitted was more than 1.2865 billion yuan, which was a big problem. There was no emergency or subsidy at all.

After sending Wu Qiao away, Lin Zhiyuan stood on the windowsill, cigarette in mouth, thinking about how to improve the working environment for employees and how to spend money reasonably.

Spending money is a science, and Lin Zhiyuan has never been exposed to it. He vaguely remembers someone in his previous life mentioning that overall expenditures should be stable. In addition, one should either please superiors or benefit the grassroots.

There is some truth in stability, but one year more, one year less, it's too chaotic.

As for pleasing your superiors, forget it!

It does benefit the grassroots and is worth thinking about carefully.

Having made up his mind, Lin Zhiyuan returned to his office and began writing according to his memory.

Kindergarten, preschool...submit the application and ask the factory to do it quickly!

As for the subsidies, such as overtime subsidies, high-risk subsidies, business trip subsidies... give them all to me.

……

I was writing intently when there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhiyuan stopped writing, looked up and said, "Come in."

Jin Weiwei walked forward slowly with a document tucked under her arm.

"Mr. Lin, the employee files have been classified. There are some problems with the worker ranks. Many employees have only been in the factory for a short time, but have reached the level of mid-level employees. Should we organize a skills survey in this regard?"

I knew there was a problem. Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong are now senior employees, which is obviously inconsistent with the situation in the TV series in the previous life.

Moreover, there are no specific standards for skill assessment.

When the original owner wanted to become a regular employee, he practiced driving and repairing cars and it took a lot of effort to pass.

There are many people who can be converted to regular employees after a few months without meeting the technical requirements.

Rubbing his forehead, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Lin Zhiyuan felt that the eighth-level worker system must be implemented as soon as possible.

"Let me think about it. Didn't Chang Chunyan arrange for the construction of the infirmary? Do your best to assist and don't hold back."

Jin Weiwei responded: "Okay!"

Suddenly, Lin Zhiyuan had an idea and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Weiwei, regarding the employee level, the eight-level system implemented in the Northeast is more in line with the current situation. However, I don't know for sure whether the higher-ups will extend it to the whole country. If we try to find out now, I'm afraid our work will be in vain."

Jin Weiwei frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"I'll find out later."

"Yeah. It's good to understand."

Next, other union employees, whether they were deputy section chiefs or section members, came forward to report on their work.

Logically speaking, Lin Zhiyuan's behavior is beyond his control, which is not advisable.

That is to say, the union is being established, and his behavior can be understood as paying attention to every detail and keeping abreast of progress, which is understandable.

Wait until everything is in order. If you continue to do this, not only will you be tired, but you will also destroy the management structure, easily causing internal chaos, mutual distrust and many other problems.

As spring turns to summer, nature begins to change its clothes.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

The union is basically on the right track, all subsidies have been approved, and even the construction of the kindergarten, preschool, infirmary, canteen, etc. proposed by Lin Zhiyuan has been completed.

Lin Zhiyuan asked Ren Changxing to help with the two doctors in the infirmary, and he did not worry about the other staff.

The union belongs to the steel rolling mill and the Beijing Federation of Trade Unions, under dual leadership. In addition to handling matters within the factory, we occasionally have to go to the Beijing Federation of Trade Unions for meetings.

Lin Zhiyuan almost vomited from exhaustion.

Sitting in the office and looking at Hao Zhengyi opposite him, Lin Zhiyuan felt a lot of emotion.

It was not easy after revealing the eighth-level worker system to Jin Weiwei and spreading it to other deputy section chiefs through Zeng Yinquan, someone finally took the bait.

"Director Hao, do you mean that the Northeast will send a team to guide our work?"

Hao Zhengyi nodded with a smile, "Yes, Zhiyuan, I'm sure you know the advantages of the eight-level worker system."

Lin Zhiyuan looked normal, but he was sighing in his heart. His reaction was too slow. It had been a month!

So he was embarrassed and said uncertainly: "Director Hao, why didn't you bring up such a big thing at the Party Committee meeting?"

Hao Zhengyi's face was filled with confidence. "If you agree, we can submit a proposal together at the Party Committee meeting next week. It will be difficult to move forward on my own."

Lin Zhiyuan pretended to be in deep thought, and finally nodded, "Okay, everything is for the workers of the steel mill."

Hao Zhengyi's eyebrows lit up with joy, "Zhiyuan, maybe I should say that you are more conscious."

After praising each other for a few words, Hao Zhengyi said goodbye.

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette leisurely, with a hint of pride on his lips.

"Hao Zhengyi, you are a good man and you are willing to take the lead. How could I refuse? Although the idea was mine, it would be extremely troublesome to contact the Northeast secondment team, and there might be complaints from the employees..."

In a good mood, Lin Zhiyuan sat back at his desk and began to write furiously.

Over the past month, using his limited free time, Lin Zhiyuan finally finalized the content of his new book, which is about Hong Sao.

In his previous life, he had seen video clips of Hong Sao building a bridge and so on. Now the only thing he had to do was to sort out the outline and rewrite it. For Lin Zhiyuan, it was not a difficult task.

At noon, when I was about to go to the cafeteria to eat, Zhou Liping rushed in with a happy face.

"Zhiyuan, got it."

Lin Zhiyuan was confused, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Liping said excitedly: "Wenfang went for a check-up and it was confirmed that she is pregnant."

"Really?"

Lin Zhiyuan was also happy for his elder brother. It was really not easy, but he still had to make jokes.

Seeing Zhou Liping nodding his head, he smacked his lips and said slowly, "That's great! My daughter-in-law is so late!"

"What?"

Zhou Liping suddenly realized what was happening, and pushed Lin Zhiyuan away, scolding him with a smile, "You wish, Wenfang is definitely pregnant with a son."

"How did you know?"

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and said, "A daughter would be great. Huairu and I are trying hard to have a daughter now."

"Okay, okay, you guys try your best."

Zhou Liping rolled his eyes and said, "Come to my house for dinner after get off work."

"It's done."

The two chatted as they walked towards the cafeteria.

Lin Zhiyuan casually asked, "By the way, Liping, your Wenfang will graduate soon. Have you decided where she will work?"