Chapter 1653 pretending to be boi is not counterproductive(1/2)
Chapter 1653: Pretending to be Boy, he was fucked instead
When Luo Shibin arrived at the wire drawing factory, Shui Ziliuzheng and the deputy director of the wire drawing factory, the sales department chief and others sat in the factory director's office at a loss. The smoke inside was shrouded in, making people breathless.
Without saying a word, he went to open the window, turned around and swept across everyone present with a vaginal face.
"What's the situation? Water Director, let's talk about it."
Shui Ziliu glanced at him and said in a slow voice with Mount Tai, "There is a war in the Middle East, and the other party said that the ship cannot come in and the cargo cannot be transported out, so there is no need for things."
"No? How many tons of this batch of goods are there?"
“400 tons.”
"400 tons? That is to say, 400 tons of goods have been destroyed?"
Water nodded, trying to get cigarettes from his pocket, but looked at Luo Shibin's face and put his hand down.
"If you say no, don't you. Do those guys still have a little integrity?"
"..." The water flowed on its own and stopped talking.
"What?" Luo Shibin glanced at Deputy Director Jiang and found that the other party's eyes were vague and he did not dare to look at him: "Didn't sign a contract? I'll verbally agree?"
The water flows gently nods.
Luo Shibin slapped the swivel chair heavily and looked back at everyone: "Look at what you have done. 400 tons, that's 400 tons. If this batch of goods cannot be sold, the wire drawing factory will be finished."
He was criticizing the people sitting in the office on the surface, but everyone knew that this matter was decided by the failure, so...
The former leader looked embarrassed.
Luo Shibin didn't realize how big the blow to the self-flow of the two people's status exchanges was. He was just thinking that if these 400 tons of wire were smashed into the hands of the hand, the wire drawing factory would be finished. The wire drawing factory is an important part of the Luo Group. If things are not handled well, it may drag down the entire group.
At this moment, a young man appeared outside the door and sneakily greeted the "section chief".
"Come in."
Luo Shibin called the person into the room: "What are you doing?"
"My name is Peng Xinsheng, our factory's salesperson."
"What's wrong? He was in a panic."
Peng Xinsheng looked at the silent sales department chief, then looked at Luo Shibin, and did not dare to lie at this time: "The Da Zhang in the factory owed three million steel bar contracts and paid a deposit of one million. Who would have thought that the other party was a bag company and had no goods at all."
As soon as the words came to an end, everyone in the room stood up.
what does that mean?
It means that the roof is raining again, and the problem of 400 tons of steel wire is not solved, and the factory cheated people of another 1 million.
Luo Shibin was so angry that his gums hurt. He played with the lighter on his desk, and his eyes were extremely complicated when he saw the water flowing.
He didn't know that the water flowed by itself was also extremely complicated.
Yes, he had an unshirkable responsibility for this incident, but Luo Shibin's attitude reminded him of what Zhou Bingkun said and the letter he handed to him.
"Water Director, Water Director..."
"ah?"
The water flowed back to its senses and found that Luo Shibin's verbal dissatisfaction had risen to a higher level.
"Let's have a meeting later."
"good."
Luo Shibin stood up and left the factory director's office.
Shui Ziliu looked at his back, then at the phone on his desk, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. Just a month ago, Zhou Bingkun called his house and said something to him, which could also be said to have given him an ultimatum.
"Water Director?"
The deputy factory director was asked inquiries.
"Do as General Luo's instructions."
Shui Ziliu stood up and walked outside with Deputy Director Jiang, Director of the Sales Department, and Deputy Director of the Sales Department.
"By the way, where is Peng Xinsheng?"
"Peng Xinsheng has brought people to chase the millions."
"oh."
The water flowed nodded and stopped talking.
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Scream ~
Scream ~
Scream ~
The wood chips are flying and the noise is endless.
The wood was divided into two halves by the rapidly rotating saw blade. Sun Ganchao threw the processed wood behind him and straightened his body and wiped his sweat.
"Is there something wrong with it? I know that I'm showing off every day. What's the use of being so active? The factory may not say that it will collapse one day." Xiao Guoqing walked over cursing.
"I told you all, you just don't listen and insist on trying it out. How about it? You're having a tough time?"
Who are the main customers of Hongxing Wood Factory? The furniture factories in the city and provinces now have entered the northern market with beautiful styles and convenient transportation. The assembly master can turn large and small board parts into exquisitely shaped tables, chairs and cabinets with a screwdriver, and the price is cheap.
Ordinary people do not care about the quality of materials, but they only need to be cost-effective. In this way, Southern furniture is selling well, the heavy furniture produced by state-owned furniture factories is unsalable, and the furniture factories have poor efficiency. As an upstream enterprise, wood processing plants that cannot develop new businesses and cannot broaden sales channels will naturally be greatly affected, and they are so poor that they can hardly pay their wages.
In this case, the newly appointed production department head has to burn three more fires and force them to work every day and work hard, but what's the use? The backlog of boards in the warehouse and cannot be sold out, which is not the waste of work. Moreover, if you spend too much effort, you have to find food to make up for it. If you eat more, you will naturally spend more money, so you will have to pay less and spend more money, so the grassroots employees feel uncomfortable.
If you choose to be patient honestly and take the time to be lazy, you will certainly have to kowtow to the section chief if you want to give advice or even make a few words, you can't do anything to him. To some extent, the leader is actually quite afraid of him like a thorny person.
"When the factory manager comes back, you see I won't go to him."
"Okay, okay, the new official takes three fires, and it will take a few days to pass."
One complained, the other persuaded him again. At this time, he heard a few screams from behind him. He felt that someone was coming here. Sun Ganchao turned his face and looked at him. He was shocked first, and then happy.
"Bingkun?"
Xiao Guoqing turned around and called out "Kun'er" after hearing this.
"Why are you back?"
"I took my friends to discuss business, and happened to pass by the timber factory. I thought it was okay, so why should I come and see you? How are you doing recently?"
Sun Ganchao said: "What's good? We are now a pair of miserable brothers."
“Is the wood factory not good?”
“There are reasons for this, but that’s not the point.”
"Press? What is the focus?"
"Women are in charge!"
"What does it mean?"
Lin Yue was confused when he said what he wanted to do.
"Didn't Mrs. Qu find a job for Wu Qian? It's the HK boss you packed and sold to Jishentang employees. They opened a big hotel opposite Jishentang, with a big fountain and a small square at the door... It's getting old, and it can eat, drink, live and play inside. The rich people in Jishentang like to go there."
"Say the point."
"Wu Qian started working as a cleaning staff in the housekeeping department and worked for two or three years. Now she has been promoted to the foreman of the floor. Half a year ago, the Volkswagen Bathroom where Yu Hong worked was contracted to private management, so she bought out her working experience and went to work in Wu Qian. Now the two of them earn twice our monthly income."
"Catch up, no, three times more."
“Yes, three times more.”
He forgot that the timber factory has poor efficiency now, and the actual salary is paid 60% off on the book salary.
Xiao Guoqing added: "Now, we two men have become the ones who are holding them back. You don't know how Wu Qian looks now. In our style, she looks more like a leader than Qiao Chunyan, and that's better than Yu Hong."
"What's so good? I've taught me a lesson like my grandson. I'm nagging in our ears every day, saying how the hotel is, how the manager is, and how the rich people are, my ears are calloused."
Well, these two people complained about their wives, which was really like machine guns. You can imagine how much grievances they suffered at home and how much resentment they had accumulated.
"Hey, what are you two doing? You're lazy there if you don't work!"
A voice came from behind, interrupting the conversation between the three people.
Lin Yue looked behind him and saw a man in his forties, with sharp eyes and high cheekbones coming over.
Sun Ganchao glanced at Xiao Guoqing and thought to himself that this is good. He said that he would not let you get too troublesome. If you don’t listen, he insisted on provoking this unethical guy who gave birth to a son without an asshole. What’s wrong now? He’s wearing small shoes.
"Secretary Chief Ding, my friend passed by the timber factory and came to see us. He talked for a while, but it would not take long. In fact, he was also a former employee of our factory. Zhou Bingkun, have you heard of it?"
"No matter what Zhou Bingkun or Zhou Bingri, the timber factory spent money to invite you to work, not to ask you to chat." Section Chief Ding said very erratic.
Lin Yue frowned and turned around and glared at him.
The person who can make Xiao Guoqing have a tough nail is naturally not a good person: "Who lets you in? Disrupting the production order. Believe it or not, I will let the security department arrest you. If you don't want to suffer, get out of here."
Lin Yue laughed furiously, "Is this person named Ding a problem? Xiao Guoqing offended him and refused to settle the score with Xiao Guoqing. What's the matter with his anger?
To be continued...