Jin Peng did not come to Li Dayong because the people in Li Dayong's dormitory said that he had gone to Beijing Aviation College to find classmates again.

Li Ye muttered strangely: "Have you gone to find a classmate again? That is to say, I have gone more than once? Why haven't I seen that guy come to me?"

Jin Peng laughed "puke" and said, "Why don't you look for you? If you have that lady hugging her, will you not be happy to find a partner?"

Li Ye immediately raised his face and said, "Brother Peng, this kind of joke is not good!"

“Boom~”

Jin Peng looked at Li Ye with contempt and never exposed his brother's false sense.

They are all mankind, no one knows who! Thinking about his wife in his hometown, Jin Peng misses him very much.

Li Dayong is not here, so there is one person missing at this shareholders' meeting. Fortunately, the bear's mind is not in business, so his money is indispensable anyway.

Seeing Jin Peng, Hao Jian, and Wang Jianqiang being called into the main house by Li Ye and closed the door for a meeting, Tan Min outside couldn't help but curl his lips.

He sneered at Wei Jiaxian and said, "Did you see it? I rushed to surrender to the old guy who was impatient and didn't even have the qualifications to attend the meeting. What do you think you are trying to do?"

Wei Jiaxian shut up and said, but Old Song lowered his face and said, "We just joined the gang and have not achieved success. Why should we drink blood wine and beg for the boss?

If you want someone to look at us directly, you have to show your skills and do things. Look at that Ma Qianshan, who joined the gang earlier than us, isn’t he squatting outside?”

Ma Qianshan seemed to hear something, looked at Lao Song, turned his head disdainfully, and smoked leisurely.

Compare with me? I smoke peony. What level do you think of as a person who smokes dry tobacco?

But soon, the door of the main house opened.

"Old Song, come in."

Old Song hurried in and habitually squatted in the corner.

Li Ye said: "Come here and sit down and tell you something."

Old Song felt a little moved and came over and sat down.

He knew in his heart that this was going to be a serious matter.

Li Ye said to Lao Song: "I will ask Hao Jian to give you 50,000 yuan tomorrow. I don't care what to do, but will you do it?"

Old Song immediately said, "Yes, I have been doing accounts for more than ten years, and I can make two plans with both hands."

Li Ye nodded: "Okay, the accounts must be clear. You should weigh what you should take or not?"

Old Song smiled and said, "I understand the rules. If you break the rules, you will need three or six holes. But I brought two people here. How do you plan it?"

"I don't care about the basic salary of you three," Li Ye said: "In another quarter, I will look at the accounts. If you do well, you will be rewarded. Starting with a thousand, don't think about it if you don't do well."

Old Song smiled happily: "It's reasonable and reasonable. Wage is wages, rewards are rewards, and the top scholar is righteous."

"Then let it be like this today!"

Li Ye stood up and said to Jin Peng and Hao Jian: "You should do as soon as possible as I say. Keep your phone number, car, and house fast. If you have any problems, come to school to find me."

Jin Peng and Hao Jian hurriedly agreed, especially Hao Jian.

Hao Jian just raised his own difficulties, which is the most important issue at this shareholders' meeting.

The affiliation procedures that Guo Donglun had handled for Hao Jian were the seventh branch of Pengcheng Clothing Company, but he only solved the official seal procedures, material plans, and land approval for Hao Jian.

The official seal procedures are leather bag procedures, and no one wants the land in Pengcheng at this moment. In fact, what Hao Jian lacks the most is the workers, but he doesn't care.

Hao Jian hasn't recruited workers yet!

Even if workers are recruited, training is a problem. People always lead the new ones, one batch after another, but Hao Jian’s factory has no old workers, so who will take the new ones?

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and Hao Jian only now realized the difficulties of being a business leader.

The raw materials in the plan are sent to the factory all the time, and the funds are constantly flowing out. Even if Hao Jian has three heads and six arms, he can only create some samples first. He can't play with normal production.

But Li Ye just changed his mind to him, and he thought it was quite feasible.

Old Song sent Li Ye out like a trait, turned around and came back proudly to find Tan Min and Wei Jiaxian, and then told them about their salary.

Wei Jiaxian is 200 per month, and Tan Min is 100 per month.

With this salary level, not to mention that there are not many people in Qingshui County, it is not low even when you go to the provincial capital.

"I tell you, what we do in the future will be a big deal, a car, a phone, and all."

"Why am I one hundred?"

"What?"

The proud old Song looked at Tan Min, not understanding why this little boy suddenly turned red.

Tan Min grabbed Lao Song's collar and said angrily: "You two bad things are 200 per month, why do I have 100 per month? Is there any axiom? Is this still a good thing? Is it still a member D?"

"Damn it~, you bastard really think I'm easy to bully?"

Why is Lao Song also the team leader? How could he make his subordinates show their prestige?

So the old guy shaking his legs and kicked Tan Min. He never thought that Tan Min had just gotten off the battlefield and was not ordinary. As a result, the two of them started to fight, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a moment.

Wei Jiaxian said quietly: "I will give you the two hundred I will save for you, and you will help your sister save it."

Tan Min immediately let go of Lao Song and said to Wei Jiaxian angrily: "Leave you twenty pocket flowers, but if you dare to learn bad things from this old guy, don't blame me for being rude, I'll drink flower wine and give me a spoil."

Rich men become bad, which was instructed by Tan Min’s sister.

.........

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Yuejin Clothing Factory.

Factory director Wang Dali stood in the office window and looked out with a teacup on his face.

Outside the window is the only gate of the clothing factory. No matter which worker is late or leaving early, he cannot escape his eyes.

Within half an hour, Wang Dali's steps did not move, and only the water in the teacup was drunk.

"Thirty-seven, there were still twenty-one last week and I have to think of a way!"

Wang Dali sat back at the desk, looking sad.

Yuejin Clothing Factory sounds very famous, but in fact it is a street factory that was launched in a special period. It is composed of employees and working women on the street. Later, it absorbed some unemployed young people in society and became a small collective enterprise.

After Wang Dali entered the factory, Yuejin Garment Factory was once popular for a while, but with the development of the times, the number of employees in the unit has increased, but the production plans have decreased.

This one goes up and down, and the benefits of the clothing factory will naturally not work. Not only will the salary not increase for many years, but there are problems with employees' medical expenses reimbursement, and they rely entirely on loans to support their lives.

Originally! The factory is collective and the loan is collective. If you demolish the east wall and repair the west wall, the factory manager Wang Dali can also deal with the situation.

But since the Chinese New Year this year, the loan has not been approved, and Yuejin Clothing Factory suddenly fell into trouble.

Wang Dali searched all the relationships and asked for plans and funds from the superiors. But now the sad factory is not his family, and no one can get enough.

Compared to his arms and legs, he is much thicker than Wang Dali. He eats more than his mouth. For small factories like Yuejin Clothing Factory, who cares about their lives or death?

In desperation, Wang Dali began to sell his assets, clear the inventory today, sell waste tomorrow, and survive for a day.

But once this situation is not good, it will be difficult for workers to manage. Those who ask for leave, absent from work, and those who disperse numbers will become more and more rampant.

Anyway, the factory has insufficient work, so everyone comes to sit in a row. Do you listen to your Director Wang Da’s chanting?

In just half a year, the atmosphere of Yuejin's clothing factory was so bad that Wang Dali couldn't sleep.

Although the factory is so bad that it has nothing to do with Wang Dali, at most it is impossible to study and sit in a different place. No matter how difficult it is, it is not difficult to be at his level.

But Yuejin Garment Factory has carried Wang Dali's decades of hard work, and he really feels sorry!

"Lingling ~"

The phone rang, and Wang Dali answered it and heard it was the guard who called it.

"Manager, factory director, a few southerners came to the door, saying that they wanted to discuss some business with us, should they let them in?"

"Discuss on business?" Wang Dali frowned and said, "Isn't it a liar, right? What business does our factory have to discuss?"

"Ahem," the person on the phone lowered his voice and said, "Cartain Director, that person looks not simple, and he comes with money. I saw it when he was taking the cigarette just now, and there were several stacks of money in his bag."

"Let them come in immediately, and you can call Director Yang, he hasn't come to work today!"

"Hey, I'll go now."

The guard in the communication room at the door put down the phone, put away two boxes of cigarettes with foreign characters, and said to Hao Jian and others outside: "Get in! The second floor of that small building is the factory director's office."

Only then did Hao Jian lead Zhou Lijuan and Ma Qianshan into the clothing factory.

"Brother Hao, are these people in the capital so big? A guard blocked us for a long time, but we are here to give them money!"

Ma Qianshan expressed his displeasure and shook his shoulders while shaking his shoulders. He still couldn't wear a suit and his arms were uncomfortable.

Hao Jian said unhappily: "I have told you so many times. You can call me brother at home. If you come out, you have to call the factory director. If you can't remember, I'll ask you to go back to Qingshui County?"

"I'm in my position!"

Zhou Lijuan followed behind the two of them, shook her head when she saw it, feeling that her group was like a liar.

Wang Dali went downstairs to greet him in person, welcomed Hao Jian and others upstairs, sat down and began to greet him enthusiastically, asking about the other party’s details.

After a while, Wang Dali was a little confused. Director Hao didn't have a voice like a native of Yangcheng. Although he was transferred from Dongshan, he always felt something was wrong.

But that accountant Zhou seemed to be so.
To be continued...