boyutpedia Chapter 339 Let's make a scene, the bigger the better.
Chapter 339 Let's make a scene, the bigger the better.
Chapter 339 Let's make a scene, the bigger the better.
Zhuang Chaoying breathed a sigh of relief and thought of a solution.
Fortunately, the factory now has loans from higher authorities, as well as job opportunities for over a hundred unemployed youths arranged by Secretary Zhou. Otherwise, without Vice Mayor Zhao's intervention, a mere bureau chief could easily have taken control of the factory and completely destroyed it.
Zhuang Chaoying whispered a few words in Director An's ear, her voice extremely low.
Factory Director An's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, his expression shifting from doubt to surprise. His mouth opened wider and wider as he nodded repeatedly. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out and patted Zhuang Chaoying's shoulder forcefully.
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Teacher Zhuang, I really can't live without you now!"
Zhuang Chaoying stood next to him, and was about to link arms with him out of habit, but suddenly realized it was inappropriate and quickly pulled back.
"Don't worry, we'll definitely get through this."
Li Xiaodong, Xiang Yang, and A Quan all ran over.
Ah Quan, that's right, the same Ah Quan from the black market. Through Zhuang Chaoying's introduction, he's now doing very well in the factory's sales department.
"Factory manager, Teacher Zhuang, everyone's here." A-Quan was out of breath, his hands on his knees, trying to calm himself down.
Zhuang Chaoying nodded. "Have those who haven't signed contracts and are still in their internship period stand alone on the left."
Factory Manager An stood in front of the table that A-Quan had brought over, his face stern as he looked at the workers below.
"This is outrageous! I don't know whose connections you all used to get into the factory. They just assigned you here and then ignored the factory's fate. Do you think it's been easy for this factory to get to where it is today? From a small workshop with just a few people at the beginning to its current considerable size, we've come this far by gritting our teeth. And now that something's happened, you all act like nothing happened!"
As he spoke, Director An's chest heaved violently, his eyes wide with anger. He raised the teacup in his hand high and slammed it hard on the table with all his might. A loud "bang" resounded.
The workers who had come through various connections were caught off guard and their bodies involuntarily trembled.
Factory Director An's gaze swept across the crowd like a knife as he roared.
"Go out and ask around about our factory's benefits, compare them! As long as you're hardworking and conscientious, you know how much better our wages are than those of state-owned compressor factories. A regular employee can earn 100 yuan a month!"
We're a private enterprise, without any powerful backers, and we can't compete with established state-owned factories that have connections and support. Even so, we still build roads for the village and provide welfare benefits to you all, but who cares about our livelihood?
His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged.
"Damn it! The factory has just stabilized, a new building has been constructed, and some new jobs have been added, and now they're coming to inspect again. If the factory goes bankrupt, all of you will be packing your bags and leaving!"
...and so on and so forth for a long time.
At this moment, Factory Director An's face was contorted with rage, which terrified the young people below who had never seen the factory director like this before. Many of them lowered their heads and dared not look him in the eye.
"Work has stopped now, so you don't need to go to work anymore. Go back to your own homes and your own mothers! You've only been here for less than a month, right? Now the factory won't take you in, and they won't sign contracts with you anymore. Go wherever you want!"
"I can't even keep this factory going anymore, so all you interns, pack your things and get out of here!"
"Xiao Song, Xiao Li, go and help them pack their things and let them go home."
As Director An spoke, he waved his hand to signal the people to disperse, then, feeling utterly drained of energy, he sat wearily in a chair.
I shouted too loudly just now, so I quickly drank some water to moisten my throat.
The sixty unemployed youths who had just been assigned there last month panicked when they heard this.
They all went through a lot of trouble to get these jobs, and now they've lost them just like that because the higher-ups are making things difficult for the factory.
The regular employees in the factory, as long as they don't arrive late or leave early, earn more than their parents with stable jobs.
They were extremely envious of the regular employees. Just now, Director An had been scolding them, who were still interns. At this moment, they were filled with grievances and helplessness, but dared not utter a word in rebuttal.
Zhuang Chaoying watched all this, turned her back to Director An, gave him a thumbs up, and muttered to herself.
"Old An, not bad, you showed your true feelings just now. Now we don't need to worry about it anymore, someone else is taking care of it for us, don't worry."
Factory Director An looked up. "Chao Ying, do you think this approach will work?"
Zhuang Chaoying said mysteriously, a meaningful smile on her face.
"Do you believe that these young educated youths from our factory can get here without connections? I certainly don't."
At the same time, Zhao Baoshan led people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the fire department to conduct a thorough inspection of the factory.
Wherever they went, they examined the place carefully and whispered among themselves from time to time.
Ultimately, they issued a rectification notice.
"The fire safety is substandard, there are no safe passages, and there are safety hazards in the factory. It must be rectified." Zhao Baoshan walked at the front, expressionless, and handed the notice from the Industry and Commerce Bureau to Director Xu, but his eyes revealed a smug look.
Xu Haiyin overheard Director An telling those who hadn't signed contracts to go back, and she was startled.
Secretary Zhou has already reported the number of educated youth who have found employment. How are we going to explain this?
That old rascal, Director An, is incredibly cunning. Although Vice Mayor Zhao made quite a scene this time, the rectification will be over in two days at most.
Anhe's actions are likely to cause a major uproar.
Zhuang Chaoying is determined to expand. Now they're relying on these jobs and the money they owe the bank, unaware that the one who owes the money is the boss.
Only then can we have a say. We can't let them be pushovers who can be bullied by anyone. You have to understand that their factory's annual tax revenue is equivalent to that of three state-owned factories. This time, we have to do something big and let them know what's what.
Sixty people is not a small number. If they all go to see Secretary Zhou together, wouldn't that be quite a show? Let them make a scene, the bigger the better.
By the time the thorough examination was completed, it was already past 6 p.m.
Those young workers who hadn't signed contracts left the factory dejectedly, carrying their bags.
They kept turning back to look at each other as they went.
Overwhelmed by the pressure, a girl carrying her bedding roll walked towards the station, squatted down, and buried her face in her hands, crying. "I finally found a job, what am I going to do?"
Another girl squatted down to comfort her. "Let's go find them. I don't believe they won't take care of us. If they don't care, we'll make a scene every day. The factory is already having a hard time taking us in. If they don't let the factory have an easy time, we won't let them have an easy time either."
The people nearby nodded. "Yes, we shouldn't let them pay back. Xiaojuan, get up, let's go home first."
Xiao Juan stood up. Her uncle was completely unreliable. He said that this factory paid more and was more stable than the state-owned factory, and told her to come and work there without worry. When she got home, she was going to tell her mother that the factory didn't want her anymore and that she had lost her job because the higher-ups were not letting the factory have an easy time.