Gu Qing considers himself a principled person, so after mastering black technology, he did not exploit loopholes in the banking system to make money.
Of course, he also knows what the traces of flying geese are.
The world is safe now. You can go to the midnight snack stalls at 12 o'clock in Daxia alone, but if you want to go abroad, your life will be too long.
But the world is also in danger. A person's information can be summarized and analyzed through social accounts, the few words left online, and feedback from relatives and friends around him.
You can only see your own appearance and examine your own heart, but others can label you and then interpret it in various ways.
Because of his emphasis on the future factory, Gu Qing did such a gloomy thing for the first time.
Perhaps because he didn't have artificial intelligence to do white gloves, he was a little apologetic after the investigation.
Wang Teng's uncle Luo Songtang is forty-five years old. He is a traditional middle-aged man who has never had an affair and likes to drink tea...
So when Luo Songtang introduced himself in front of Gu Qing, it was just like when playing an online game. You know the setting of this character, and he is still introducing his sense of déjà vu.
After pouring half a cup of tea for the elder, Gu Qing was still listening carefully.
"It turns out that the one on maternity leave was on maternity leave. The boss held a meeting, attended by seven workshop directors and department heads. The most mentioned word was output. Anyone who has been in the factory knows that there are two wage settlement methods: hour-division system and piece-rate system.
Working hours system: workers are lazy
Piece rate system: workers do not work overtime
Later, the boss came up with a way. The minimum output allocated to each workshop was fixed, and the total salary was fixed. If the output exceeded the output, the workshop leader would be rewarded in proportion. If the target was not reached, the workshop leader's salary would be deducted in proportion.
As a result, the person in charge of the workshop became a scab and oppressed the employees, leading to a loss of prestige. Workers smoked and were late for the morning meeting in the workshop, and the workplace hygiene was in a mess. They did not dare to take care of it. They could only coax and deceive, fearing a high turnover rate.
As the deputy factory director and human resources director, I have handled up to 17 resignations in a day. I have to deal with several waves of salary requests in a day. I also have to provide ideological education to the old employees in the workshop, which is very tiring.
At the end of last year, a group of retired military interns arrived, with the purpose of training them to become cadres above the deputy director of the workshop. The internship period is three months, and the salary is very high. The internship period is from 8 to 5, with a salary of 6,000, and a minimum guarantee of 8,000 if they become full-time employees.
Three months later, no one could stay. I asked them if they couldn't bear the hardship. A young man told me that they all retired this year and no matter how hard it was, they couldn't endure the hardships of the army. They just watched these people in their 50s and 60s working. There are many migrant workers who cannot bear to torture them, and they have a bad conscience.
I really didn’t know how to reason with them to keep them. Originally, according to the company’s interests, they were allowed to write their own resignation letters, but I made the decision and fired them directly. They were given three months more salary to let them go. Before leaving, I invited them to dinner and drank some wine, and told them that the pine branch collars were not pinned to their clothes, but worn in their hearts, so that they would never forget who they served.
Alas, in this world, I don’t want to be like this. I tried to change, but my boss refused.
Obviously he has money to buy a house in Pudong, but no one lives in the house, but he is unwilling to invest money in the factory. "
Just like the chatter of a middle-aged woman, it is obviously a taboo to make shallow friends and talk deeply, but Luo Songtang poured out her bitterness as if she was unprepared. Later, she even talked about supporting the elderly at home and treating relatives.
This can be regarded as the tragedy of middle-aged people. The pressure of life will turn them from newborn calves into groveling old cows. The more conscientious they are, the easier they are to be exploited.
Seeing Luo Songtang's eyes starting to become trance-like as he spoke, Gu Qing raised his teacup and said, "Uncle Luo, life is always like a big river, with rough waves and sparkling waves. I'll drink tea instead of wine and toast you."
"Thank you. I just feel that people are so tired after holding it in for so long that they only feel when they say it." Luo Songtang took a sip of tea, and the warm liquid seemed to make him sleepy.
"sleepy……"
With quick eyes and quick hands, Gu Qing supported the tired middle-aged man in front of him who was sleeping on the tea table.
Can raw truth serum be so effective? Or is it because this middle-aged man hasn't had a good rest for a long time, which makes his psychological defense too fragile, so he can take advantage of the situation?
Gu Qing felt that there might be reasons.
After helping the person, he left the private room of the teahouse. In the corridor, Luo Songtang's nephew, Xiao Wang, the number one hacker in his company, was playing on his mobile phone next door.
Of course, Gu Qing knew very well that this person was probably still in the water.
Some people are like this, they like water stickers. Even though they are boring things, they find them very interesting.
"Your uncle stayed up too late yesterday and took a nap. Please take care of him."
Gu Qing left Wang Teng behind, went to the front desk to pay, then took a Didi and left.
Half an hour later, Zhao Xiangfu, who had a fat head and big ears and a happy face, met the "young and promising" young man who was going to buy his factory.
"Mr. Gu, you are so young. When I was in your grade, I was still working as a janitor in the factory."
Gu Qing let go of his chubby hand and said a little shyly: "It's all about helping the family and using the money to start a business. Isn't this the craze for home machines that started last year? Boss Zhao wants to make it cheaper for my younger brother."
Zhao Xiangfu had a Miller smile on his face, patted his belly, and promised: "That's right, I, Zhao Xiangfu, do business just to seek blessings, 100 million, patents, factories, raw materials, upstream and downstream contracts, and key old employees in the factory. These are all sold in packages.”
One hundred million? That was really a blessing to me.
Gu Qing was a little cash-strapped, and his face flushed with shame: "Uncle, I can't buy it at this price. My family didn't give me that much money..."
"Oh? How much have you prepared, young man? You must know that the land of uncle's factory is valuable enough. Although it is outside the suburbs, it is also within the fifth ring road of Chengdu. When the subway is built in the future, the factory will be demolished and he will build a community and sell it. You can easily make hundreds of millions."
Zhao Xiangfu had a generous look on his face and began to draw cakes for the young man beside him.
As for the fact that this land is industrial land, it cannot be transferred to another property, it cannot be built into a community, and the lease of Rongke's machine will expire in two years, he forgot about these things.
After all, we nobles often forget things. When young people enter society, they need to study more so that they can live a good life in the future.
Gu Qing smiled, pretending to be intimate and whispered in Zhao Xiangfu's ear: "Uncle Zhao really takes care of me. Let's go upstairs first and talk at the dinner table. I have prepared a white and tender gift for you."
A white and tender gift? When Zhao Xiangfu heard this, he felt itchy in his heart like a cat scratching his head.
"Then I have to thank my nephew."
