Siheyuan: Since 51

In the steel mill, an evil wind is blowing.

Previously, there were only four salary levels for employees.

There are 18 interns, and there are three levels: junior, intermediate and senior, with the amounts being 30, 50 and 80 respectively.

Due to the work-level assessment, the wages of most employees have been reduced, and the entire factory is shrouded in a haze.

Just at this time, a piece of gossip spread like wildfire.

In order to save money and please his superiors, a factory leader spent a lot of time and energy, and used personal connections to second a team from the Northeast and introduce the eight-level worker system.

Nothing can stop a person from finding out the truth. With a little investigation, the truth will be revealed and the mystery will be solved.

Deputy factory director Hao Zhengyi, this "great philanthropist", surfaced.

Now, he looks at me coldly and curses me behind my back.

Sitting in the office, Hao Zhengyi felt unwell.

Damn, steel mills are poisonous, right?

It seems that all factory leaders have been slandered by rumors.

When Hao Zhengyi first heard about the eight-level worker system, he learned about it and thought about it carefully.

I think there is great potential and I can please both sides.

Unexpectedly, instead of the expected praises, there was a barrage of criticism.

Whenever he thought about the occasional encounters with grassroots workers, all of them had gloomy eyes and ugly faces. Hao Zhengyi felt a chill on his back, fearing that he would encounter a few ruthless men and put a sack on him.

I also heard that in order to express their love, the employees gave themselves a resounding nickname: Red Star Twin Swords.

As for the other sword, it seems to be Dong Xiuqi...

I was sitting in the office in a daze, and Dong Xiuqi, who had been honored with the nickname, came uninvited.

Earlier, the two had been clashing with each other over their fight for the right to speak in the workshop.

Hao Zhengyi couldn't help but feel suspicious when seeing this inexplicably coming, but he kept a calm expression on his face.

"Hey, Director Dong, what brings you here?"

Dong Xiuqi smiled and pretended to be serious, "Zhengyi, the strong wind blinded you, you must be feeling bad, right?"

Niang Xipi!

Are you here just to laugh at me?

People with the surname Dong are not worthy of being human!

Hao Zhengyi cursed inwardly and looked as if he didn't understand.

"Director Dong, what are you talking about? Forgive my stupidity, I don't quite understand."

Dong Xiuqi lit a cigarette, took a long breath, and exhaled the smoke.

"Well, I just sighed casually. I always feel that the wind is not normal."

As he spoke, he tapped off the ash from his cigarette and continued, "Those three people seem to be trying to unite. I wonder what Director Hao thinks we should do?"

Recalling that Chu Chen, Li Huaide, and Lin Zhiyuan had always been in the same boat in the Party Committee, Hao Zhengyi suddenly had an unreliable idea.

Could it be that I misunderstood Dong Xiuqi?

Are you seeing that I'm stuck in a quagmire and want to give me a hand?

Or, do you want to ally with Wu to fight against Cao?

After thinking for a long time, Hao Zhengyi smiled and asked, "Director Dong, what do you think?"

The corner of Dong Xiuqi's mouth curled up slightly in satisfaction, and he took a slow puff of his cigarette.

"How about we support each other and take care of each other?"

Hao Zhengyi smiled and replied: "Sure!"

I agreed very readily, but how to do it is another matter.

Being in the underworld, going back on one's word and breaking one's promise to get rich is not a common occurrence, isn't it?

Hao Zhengyi was always on guard against Dong Xiuqi.

Both of them want to control the workshop, which is a natural opposition. Even if they cooperate, it is only a stopgap measure.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know that the two swords were combined, and even if he knew, it wouldn't matter.

When water comes, cover it with earth; when soldiers come, fight them with soldiers. There is no point in worrying.

Dong and Hao talked for more than an hour, and then Dong Xiuqi said goodbye.

Instead of returning to the office directly, he went straight to the Women's Federation to find Xiao Heyu.

After watching Dong Xiuqi leave, Hao Zhengyi carefully reviewed the conversation just now.

I vaguely feel that Dong Xiuqi is unreliable, and he always says half of what he says and hides the other half.

It doesn't matter if you pretend to be profound or if you don't trust yourself.

In short, Hao Zhengyi felt tired. He rubbed his forehead with his hand, and suddenly an idea came to him, and he muttered to himself.

"Why do you want to cooperate with Dong Xiuqi? Is it just because of some ambiguous words from Dong Xiuqi? Is there a possibility that Dong Xiuqi is plotting to wipe out the whole family?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Hao Zhengyi immediately stood up and prepared to find Lin Zhiyuan to find out more.

Lin Zhiyuan was bragging and chatting with Li Huaide when he suddenly saw Hao Zhengyi. His eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Director Hao, why are you here?"

"Well, it's so hot, I'm feeling irritated, and I want to talk to someone, so I came to visit!"

As he spoke, Hao Zhengyi gave a cigarette to Lin Zhiyuan and Li Huaide respectively.

Li Huaide took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff, a smile on his lips, and his tone was quite sympathetic.

"Zhengyi, be more careful recently. I don't know who is behind this. I was also swept up in public opinion earlier. It was a very uncomfortable feeling!"

After hearing this, Hao Zhengyi's suspicion of Dong Xiuqi became even stronger.

Two swords combined?

What a fart!

Isn't it wonderful if I continue to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?

After secretly complaining in his heart, Hao Zhengyi gave a bitter smile.

"Speaking of which, I feel quite wronged. The eight-level worker system has clearly raised the upper limit of wages for everyone, so why is it only criticized?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and raised his eyebrows. Some things were hard to say and could easily offend people, so he could only say what he wanted.

"Why is this so hard to understand? It's nothing but short-sightedness. Most employees can only see what's in front of them. As for the upper limit, it's too far away."

Hao Zhengyi smacked his lips, agreeing strongly.

"That makes sense. Grassroots workers, don't you think that as long as they work hard to improve their skills, they can catch up with or even surpass the cadres. What a breakthrough!"

Li Huaide's cheeks trembled slightly, he sneered, crossed his legs, and looked at Hao Zhengyi with disgust.

There's no point in talking nonsense. If you want to sell well, be practical!

in the afternoon.

Lin Zhiyuan continued to think about Hong Sao, and Liang Zepeng came over with concern.

He knocked on the open door, "Brother Lin, what are you busy with?"

Looking up, Lin Zhiyuan put down his pen, stood up and said with a smile: "It's okay, come, sit down and talk."

The two sat down on the sofa.

Liang Zepeng said uncertainly: "Brother Lin, the flood in the south may affect the food supply. I guess the food supply will be reduced later."

Lin Zhiyuan passed out cigarettes and everyone lit one.

Lin Zhiyuan witnessed Liang Zepeng's growth.

Care about the overall situation and stay sober at all times.

As long as it affects the purchasing group, no, now it is the purchasing department, we will make preparations in advance.

Before, we went to the south to purchase soybeans, and later, we went to the frontier to buy mutton. These are all examples.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Zhiyuan nodded and sighed.

"You are right to worry. Several provinces have not harvested any crops, the total amount has already been reduced, and we have to allocate funds for disaster relief, so a reduction in supply is inevitable."

Liang Zepeng frowned even more tightly, took a puff of cigarette, and said depressedly: "But let me tell you, the supply department is quite free. If there is any change in supply, we will directly notify the procurement department, and all the pressure will be thrown on us Miao people..."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his hand and interrupted Liang Zepeng's complaint.

“Be aware of the impact.”

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan thought of a few other things and was stunned.