The next day, Wednesday morning.
He has gradually adapted to his new residence. A few days ago, Saint Jose took advantage of a rare sunny day to go to the roof to dry himself under the quilt.
After breakfast in the morning, I went out at 7:30. Most of the people renting nearby had just gotten up, and there were relatively few people working early in the morning like San Jose.
At 8 o'clock, I rushed to the Chief of Staff's office and asked for a day off from Chief of Staff Eureka. I planned to go to the glass factory in the morning to inspect what was going on here.
I also went to the headquarters in the morning to make an appointment to meet with Commander Tomps Jr. in the afternoon.
It's a bit embarrassing to go to the glass factory secretly now and have to do it myself. I'm even considering whether to organize a business intelligence department first. It's definitely not good to handle such a small thing by myself.
Now there is no one available, so that's all. After all, Cross is not his main business, and he handles many things in the factory.
There are currently two suitable candidates for the sales system. One is Nicks, who is in charge of the provincial and municipal sales areas in Buenos Aires, and the other is Lucifer, the person in charge of the four northern provinces. Lucifer is Cross's distant nephew.
After a period of investigation, the sales results were great. These two people were recommended by Cross. They did a good job and were trustworthy. After all, the era of working alone has passed, and now all big things are done by teams.
The sales department was sent out by Prali Company, and now they report their work to Saint Hesse on the phone regularly every week. To establish the intelligence department, we might consider starting from the sales department.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, after taking leave and making an appointment, Saint-Jesse went home and changed his clothes, then waited for the bus at the bus stop at the door, intending to take the bus to the Sean Glass Factory on Sunflower Avenue.
St. Jose was wearing a thin sweater, an old coat, a hat, a pair of jeans bought at the secondhand market, and a pair of old leather shoes. He was dressed as an ordinary worker and was going to the factory to explore the reality.
When we arrived at the Puen Road stop on Sunflower Avenue, we got off the bus. We were still more than a kilometer away from Sean Glass Factory and planned to walk there.
This is not the first time I have come to Sean Glass Factory. I remember that the last time I came, I was still wearing a suit and tie. The director of the factory at that time was very nice when he received me.
There weren't that many weeds before, and the outside of the factory was relatively clean. Now, looking around, the signs on the Sean Glass Factory's signboard have all fallen off. It's changed a lot. This is where the dream begins.
Now there are no guards at the factory gate. The gate is closed tightly and there are noisy noises inside. This is to make him climb over the wall. In just two months, a big change has occurred.
Pretending to pass by the factory area, he slowly approached the glass factory. With a creak, the door suddenly opened, and a luxury car slowly drove out. In the back seat of the car were his old enemy Zhang Pus and another unknown person. , San Jose lowered his hat. Sure enough, things were not as simple as they seemed.
Glancing towards the gate, it seemed that the noisy sound had gradually subsided. Saint Jose stood outside the wall, took out a pack of low-quality cigarettes, lit it skillfully, and started smoking leisurely.
"Cough cough cough cough", Saint Jose choked. This was the first time this body smoked.
"Our factory will not go bankrupt. It is now under the full authority of City Councilor Zhang Pus to introduce foreign-funded enterprises. Once the acquisition is successful, we will make up for the wages as soon as possible. All old employees will stay and their wages may be increased." , I remember this voice, it was a fat man who was the factory director.
"Why don't we all disperse today? We won't start work today. It will take a few days for the acquisition to be successful." This fat man was pretty eloquent and boasted very well. The workers' voices gradually became quieter.
Unexpectedly, the fuss would be over at twelve o'clock. It might be almost dinner time, and of course the negotiation might have ended.
Good guy, someone really wants to mess with me.
The workers were all noisy and shouting slogans at first. Saint Jose jumped up and took a look. These workers were sitting there quietly. Finally, under Xiaopang's persuasion, they cursed and left the factory.
I must have been fooled by this fat little factory director several times. Unfortunately, I was hungry and had no choice but to take the first step.
San Jose followed a man in his forties who was walking alone. This man with a bulging face looked a bit like a squirrel. He jogged over to strike up a conversation after leaving the factory a few hundred meters away.
"Hey, buddy, want one?" He smoked two cigarettes skillfully.
"Oh, thank you, thank you." The squirrel brother was not polite and took one. Saint Jose quickly lit it on fire.
Brother Squirrel smoked skillfully, puffed out smoke, and his face relaxed a little.
"Brother, where do you work? You work so early in the morning and late at night. It's so good."
"I'm late, the factory has closed down." Speaking of the pain point, Brother Squirrel took a sharp breath.
"What's going on?" Saint Jose also lit one.
"We are from a glass factory. If the factory director doesn't mess up, the good factory will not pay wages. It is said that it is going to close down. Later, it will be sold to a foreign businessman..."
"Look, I originally wanted to ask your factory if you want any workers."
"I haven't been paid for three months. I heard that there are orders, but they just won't be paid. Many people have left. There are still some who haven't been paid for half a year..."
"Like this, brother, take this cigarette and smoke it. I have something to do and go to other places to look." After saying this, Saint Hesse put the cigarette to Brother Squirrel.
"Thank you, brother!" Brother Squirrel showed his black teeth and held the cigarette tightly, fearing that Saint Jose would take it back. He seemed to be a long-time smoker.
Saint Jose waved his hand and left. There was indeed something fishy going on, but he couldn't deal with this mortal enemy on his own, so he had to ask the commander to help.
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I went to the cannery again to check on the production situation, and gave some instructions to stabilize the morale of the troops.
The sales department of this city is responsible for the glass bottle recycling work. Currently, the sales volume in Cordoba Province has been surpassed by the capital. After all, there are few people here and the market is not big. However, bottle recycling can only start from the surrounding areas. Convenient transportation and low loss.
A formal meeting was held to tell the matter, and the salesmen in each province were contacted one by one to ask them to postpone large-scale wholesale quantities to prevent the existing inventory from being drained and overselling.
Order one by one to stabilize the morale of the army. The current inventory is not large, and the glass bottles are only enough for the production of soda for five or six days. In the name of maintenance and upgrading, Saint-Jesse is going to only start work for half a day every day, so take it easy first.
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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Saint Jose arrived at the headquarters door on time with ease. Under the guidance of the young lady, he knocked on the door and walked into the commander's office.
St. Jose looked at Commander Tomps. He had neatly combed hair, blue eyes, and a mustache. He felt more majestic and oppressive. He looked a little scared and nervous. He stood in the office. at the table.
Today’s purpose begins,
"Hello, dear commander, I take the liberty of disturbing you. This time I am here to ask for your help," Saint Jose said with a trembling voice, and he got straight to the point. This matter really needs to be resolved quickly.
"Oh? What's going on?" Little Commander Tomps' expression didn't change, he just asked in a calm tone.
"That's right, Commander, there are civil servants in our city who are trying to collude with out-of-town businessmen to destroy our city's economy." Saint Jose organized his words.
"Speak to the important points"
"Someone is trying to sabotage the sales of the factory under my name, and at the same time trying to undermine national policies and make bad loans to President Bilong."
"Someone wants to mess with you?" Little Thomas was somewhat surprised.
"Yes, Commander, it's the Sean Glass Factory. They tried to disrupt the public order in our city, and they are so cruel..." Saint Hesser was about to finish explaining the cause and effect.
"Okay, I understand. You go back and wait for my news. Also, go back and work hard." Little Thomas interrupted St. Jose's long speech.
"Yes, Commander", Saint Jose quickly saluted and then exited the Commander's room.
Now that the commander has spoken, it should be done. With the attention of the big shots, at least the glass factory will not have major problems in the short term.
After two phone calls from Thomas Jr., the matter was settled immediately.
I returned to the staff headquarters and continued working. I finally felt half relieved. I was so worried that I didn't even sleep last night. I wanted to go back and catch up on some sleep, but I still endured it.
After get off work, as soon as Saint-Jesse arrived at the door of Prali's office, he saw Cross waiting for Saint-Jesse with a smile on his face, looking quite excited, with big dark circles in his eyes. It seemed that he had not slept well last night.
After all, the salary given by the boss is very high, and I probably won’t get such good treatment in other factories.
"Boss, Sean Glass Factory has resumed production. You are so awesome. My God, Virgin Mary..." Cross said exaggeratedly with admiration in his eyes.
"Well, it's all done. You've worked hard. You can go back and rest first." St. Jose interrupted Cross's speech. He didn't expect that Cross was a Catholic, not a Protestant from the Old World. It seemed that The environment also has a great impact on people.
Saint Jose breathed a sigh of relief. He still needed some backstage. Now he is a weakling and will be beaten up by anyone he catches. This son of a bitch, Zhang Pus, is messing around.
No longer anxious, I simply went home and slept for more than an hour before slowly waking up.
I changed into my old clothes and went to take a look outside the gate of the glass factory from a distance. Sure enough, production had resumed. Seeing that they happened to be out for dinner after a shift change, I secretly approached Brother Squirrel and asked about the specific situation.
I handed out cigarettes as usual, and I heard Brother Squirrel say that a big shot intervened and directly paid back the arrears of wages. He also asked Saint Jose if he wanted to come to work, and he could introduce him.
I also asked if the factory was producing orders for glass bottles or if there were other orders.
"Hey, I heard that the glass bottles are produced for the soda factory in the city. The order volume is quite large, but now they are all produced by machines, which is different from before. I think back then I became an apprentice when I was 15 years old and I have been blowing glass for more than ten years. , and then lost his job, and now he can only rely on part-time work to make a living..." Brother Squirrel really relaxed now, and talked about the glorious history of the past with Saint Jose.
Saint Jose listened carefully, and then said that a friend might come over and take a look.
I personally went to the factory to see the orders being produced for St. Hesse, and I think we have passed this crisis.
After bragging for a while with Brother Squirrel, I went to the old restaurant and drank three bottles of soda from my own soda factory. I was about to throw it into the trash can as usual. The boss immediately reminded Saint Jose that the bottles were placed in that wooden box. It will be recycled in the future and cannot be taken away.
Sanjesé nodded seriously and put the bottle away. Sanjesé smoked a cigarette and chatted with the boss. He said that the soda factory recycles the bottles. Each bottle costs 2 pesos. It will be refunded directly upon delivery, and the purchase price can also be deducted. , saying that the soda factory does a good job, it is very user-friendly, everyone likes to drink it, and the price is affordable.
