Wang Weidong sighed when he saw her retreating figure.
How could he not know Ding Qiunan's thoughts?
But if she is accepted, how will she face Lou Xiao'e when she comes to Xiangjiang in the future?
Alas, people always meet the right person at the wrong time.
...
After clearing up his messy thoughts, Wang Weidong strode into the workshop.
"Gong Jiang, Shouhou, and Yu Changsheng, report to the office!"
Soon, three 'executives' from Workshop 11 rushed to the office.
The content of the report was mixed.
Fortunately, the sales of warm baby stickers are booming, with more than 10,000 sheets sold so far.
The worry is that the production progress is seriously behind the pace, and the current order has been scheduled for two months.
The semi-automatic assembly line jointly developed by Jiang Gong and Tong Zhi will take some time to be assembled.
Perhaps, some more temporary workers should be hired.
...
Soon, the end of get off work bell rang.
The workers left the workshop one after another, but Wang Weidong was still in the office, flipping through materials.
There was nothing he could do. He used to be a truck driver. As long as he drove well and didn't get into accidents, he would be fine.
Now he is the workshop director and is responsible for the food, drink and urination of more than 50 workers.
With great ability comes great responsibility.
Surprisingly, according to sales data, the mugwort version of the warm baby patch, priced at 30 cents, actually sells better than the ordinary warm baby patch at 20 cents.
Wang Weidong thought about it and felt relieved.
Although two cents is not much, those who can afford such luxury goods are certainly not ordinary people.
For them, an extra dime is nothing.
In terms of external sales, Runhua Company has sent comrades stationed abroad to negotiate with neighbors in the north.
Although the deal has not yet been finalized, according to the news sent back, the first batch of trial versions of Warm Stickers have caused quite a stir among Big Brother’s top brass.
Export sales are a matter of time.
There are only some minor disputes over the pricing and transaction details of the warm baby stickers.
Big Brother wants to buy warm patches with rubles.
Runhua Company is more willing to exchange Warm Bao patches for food and machinery.
For China at present, there is nothing more precious than these two supplies.
Especially machinery and equipment, even with foreign exchange, are difficult to transport into the country.
However, these are far from Wang Weidong, who is just a small workshop director.
What he can do is to produce more warm baby patches with high quality and quantity to prepare for the upcoming export sales.
Thinking like this, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Wang Weidong's mind.
Why not design a new warm patch for Big Brother?
The packaging is bright red, with a vodka image printed on the outside.
You can even add a small amount of denatured alcohol to it.
The selling price is at least ten times that of the domestic price!
At this time, Big Brother's life was very nourishing.
Wang Weidong immediately became energetic and began to design a special version of Warm Baby Stickers.
The pencil was flying on the white paper, and after a while, a twisted design was produced.
Well, perfect!
Wang Weidong was about to convene a 'high-level' meeting when there was a knock on the door.
Wang Weidong opened the door and Liang Ladi stood outside.
There was a smile in her big talking eyes.
"Director Wang, I'm here to report."
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Before Wang Weidong could react, Liang Ladi squeezed into the office sideways.
"Report?" Wang Weidong was a little confused.
He had previously hired this level 6 welder, but was rejected.
"Yes, I have submitted a job transfer report to the factory. I will no longer do the work in the welding workshop. I will come here to sew bags." After Liang Ladi came in, she habitually checked in the office with her hands behind her back.
The iron cabinets are filled with documents, and data sheets are spread out on the desk. It doesn't look like a boss's office at all.
Some people in the factory said that Wang Weidong's transformation from truck driver to workshop director was just bad luck.
Now it seems that those people are guilty of pinkeye.
It's just that some kid drew this picture. It's too ugly, and it's not as good as Xiu'er's drawing.
Wang Weidong was used to Liang Ladi's carelessness.
What girl doesn't want to talk softly and walk like Tingting.
Just for the sake of her four children, Liang Ladi had to treat herself as a man.
"Ahem, I don't know which kid sneaked in and made doodles." Wang Weidong saw Liang Ladi staring at the design and covered it with paper in embarrassment.
He sat down and his face became serious: "Comrade Liang Ladi, you should also know the details of Workshop No. 11. You have to think about it."
"Well, I've thought about it. I, Liang Ladi, haven't read many books, but I also know the principle of repaying a favor." Liang Ladi straightened her body and said in a clear voice: "I want to thank you for the drama advertisement. You let kids make their first big bucks on their own."
"Moreover, even though you knew that the drama advertisement had been debunked by the neighborhood offices, you still let the four children continue to perform. This is very important to them."
"I want to thank you!"
With that said, Liang Ladi bowed heavily.
"You're overthinking it. I'm paying for them to advertise Warm Baby Stickers. This is a fair deal. There's neither pity nor exploitation." Wang Weidong turned sideways and said with a smile, "I hope you don't suffer from this decision." The impact of the incident.”
Hehe, people in this era don’t know how powerful brainwashing advertising will be in later generations.
Even if Da Mao's performance has been discovered, as long as those old men and women keep watching, the name of Nuan Bao Tie will be engraved in their minds.
"Then I also decided to join Workshop No. 1." Liang Ladi nodded heavily, "For no other reason than to blame you for being a good friend and being loyal!"
Being called a buddy by a woman made Wang Weidong a little embarrassed.
However, Liang Ladi's joining still made him happy.
Zhao Jiefang, Shouhou and Yu Changsheng are all gay men, and managing a group of old ladies is a bit overwhelming.
Take that Liu Dahua, for example, when she makes jokes, she always sticks to the third route.
More importantly, Liang Ladi is trustworthy and will not stab her in the back.
This is very important in the coming strong winds.
"Okay, there happens to be a team leader in the workshop, so you can be the team leader for the time being." Wang Weidong took out an application form from the drawer.
"You fill this out and then go find Minister Fang to help you complete the procedures."
"As for wages, they will be paid according to the wages of a sixth-level welder for the time being."
"If you do well, I will apply to the superiors and give you the treatment of a level 6 clerk."
Level 6 clerk! ! Liang Ladi's breathing became rapid.
A level 6 clerk can receive a level 24 salary, which is a full 43 yuan per month.
Salary is secondary, the key is the change of identity.
Even if she stays in the welding workshop for more than ten years and is successfully promoted to a seventh-level welder and her salary rises to 51 yuan, it will still be far less than that of a sixth-level clerk.
The reason is simple: welders are workers and clerks are cadres.
There is an unbridgeable gap between them, even in this era when workers are the masters of the country.
"Of course, it's just a possibility. It probably requires approval from the ministry."
Wang Weidong's words woke Liang Ladi up.
She suppressed her inner excitement: "I know, don't worry, I will definitely work hard."
She knew Wang Weidong's status in the eyes of the factory director. Since he was willing to speak, the factory director would definitely not refuse.
Factory Director Yang is a department-level cadre, so it is easy for a worker to serve as a clerk.
"Okay then, you go back and hand over the work and come to work as soon as possible."
Wang Weidong looked at Liang Ladi's leaving figure, suddenly thought of something, and quickly called her.
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