It has been half a month since Zhang Zhonghua took office as deputy factory director, and everything is proceeding in an orderly and steady manner.
All members of Li Daqing's group who had problems were liquidated, and those who did not have problems were gradually marginalized.
By then, all the people who had framed Zhang Zhonghua with Li Daqing were dealt with.
Wage deductions were deducted and demotions were demotioned, but no one was fired from the rolling mill. It is not easy to fire a regular worker these days.
Although it's okay if Zhang Zhonghua insists on being more serious, it's not necessary, just follow the rules.
This woman, Yu Haitang, was demoted, had her salary deducted, and was eliminated from her position as announcer. However, she was not transferred to the workshop. Instead, she became a handyman in the Publicity Department, running errands and writing articles.
The reason why she was not sent to the workshop was because she was a high school graduate. It would be too wasteful to send her to the workshop, and Yu Haitang's little arms and legs could not do anything. She still had to make the best use of the resources, and the current treatment has already been completed.
There is enough.
Second, Yu Haitang found He Yuyu and asked He Yuyu to come and plead for mercy.
He Yuyu was very dissatisfied with Haitang after he knew that Yu Haitang and Li Daqing had framed him together. However, due to the friendship between his classmates for several years, Yu Haitang begged He Yuyu for a long time, so He Yuyu had no choice but to go back to the courtyard to find Zhang Zhonghua.
Had a chat.
However, the friendship between He Yuyu and Yu Haitang as a classmate was severed, and we have no contact with each other till death.
Based on the consideration of making the best use of everything and He Yuyu's face, Zhang Zhonghua left Yu Haitang in the Publicity Department.
However, although Yu Haitang was kept in the Publicity Department, she was eventually promoted to a level 12 clerk, with a salary of only 23 yuan, which was about the same as that of an apprentice, and she was not allowed to be promoted within three years.
…
…
That day, Zhang Zhonghua rode his bicycle out of the steel rolling mill after get off work, but instead of going home, he came to the residence of Zhang San and Zhang Huaqiang.
Zhang Zhonghua has actually completed some tasks this year, but they are not displayed. (I just don’t want to write them.)
His dead men were not limited to these two, but they were all sent out by him to do other things.
"Brother, you are here."
As soon as Zhang Zhonghua entered the small courtyard where Zhang San and the others lived, he was discovered by Zhang San and Zhang Huaqiang.
"Well, how are you doing lately!"
Zhang Zhonghua walked into the room, found a chair and sat down.
"It's very good, and business is going very well! It's the New Year now, and the demand for supplies in the entire Sijiu City is much greater! But there are only two of us, and we can only sell four to five hundred kilograms of pork every day."
Zhang San said to Zhang Zhonghua with some pity.
"That's all. Don't ship in too large a quantity, otherwise it will attract attention."
"I'm going to contact a few reliable suppliers. The supplies are too scarce now, especially meat. Many people can't buy it. Our reserves are very large, and it would be a waste to keep them. It's better to find a way to sell them to satisfy the four needs.
It can meet the needs of Ninetowns residents and make money.”
After listening to Zhang San's opinion, Zhang Zhonghua thought for a moment and finally agreed.
"Yes, but you must pay attention to safety, and make the pork as cheap as possible. Just say that the pork is the meat of a pig that died of illness, but don't be too conspicuous, otherwise you will be easily targeted!"
Zhang Zhonghua was also quite helpless. He also wanted to give away the pork for free or sell it to others at a very low price, but he didn't dare.
"Understood, I will pay attention! By the way, I..."
Zhang San suddenly blushed and was speechless.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Zhonghua looked at Zhang San who was hesitating and asked in confusion!
"That's right, that's right..."
Zhang Huaqiang, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and said directly to Zhang Zhonghua: "Third brother fell in love with a girl and accidentally hit the bull's-eye. He is planning to get married! I'm afraid you won't agree!"
What?
Zhang San fell in love with a girl???
Getting ready to get married???
I, the boss, don’t even have a girlfriend, so are you going to get married??? or will you marry your son???
etc!
The dead soldiers rewarded by the system can also get married and have children!!!
But after Zhang Zhonghua thought about it, this was quite normal. The dead soldiers who were rewarded were all flesh and blood, had souls, and had complete identities and backgrounds. Is there anything strange about being able to get married and have children?
"Zhang San, this is a good thing! What is that woman's name? How old is she? Who else is there in the family? What does she do?"
Zhang Zhonghua, who wanted to understand, immediately began to gossip and ask who the woman who captured Zhang San was.
"Her name is Li Si. She fled to Sijiu City a few years ago and has no contact with her family! We met on the black market."
Zhang San said to Zhang Zhonghua with a slight blush.
John Doe?
It's the right match, it's the right match. Teacher Luo is indeed right. Zhang San and Li Si are a match made by heaven and earth.
I just don’t know if there is a guy named Wang Wu living next door!
"Very good, very good! Since you are getting married, then I will sell it through your hands."
If you keep 10% of the supplies, it will be considered as your salary. And Huaqiang, you will get married sooner or later, so you also keep 10%!"
This situation was something Zhang Zhonghua had not considered before. They spent the money from selling supplies casually, but now that they knew they could get married and have children, they naturally had to pay them a salary.
"No, ten percent is too much, I can't take it!"
When he heard that Zhang Zhonghua wanted to give them ten percent, Zhang San immediately refused.
"Yes, just give us one percent. Ten percent is too much."
Zhang Huaqiang also felt that the 10% share was too much, so after Zhang San refused, he also spoke up.
More than 10%? Of course it is a lot. He can now sell four to five hundred kilograms of pork every day, which is more than two hundred kilograms of pork per person. The 10% of the pork money they sell is more than ten percent per person per day.
Twenty dollars, and there will be more in the future.
"Well...then five percent! No one has five percent! No more!"
Zhang Zhonghua thought for a moment and then lowered the price from 10% to 5%.
"Five percent is still too much, two percent!"
"No, four percent, you each get four percent!"
"Just two percent!"
"Just four percent!"
"Just two percent!"
"Just four percent!"
Zhang Huaqiang looked at the two people driving back and forth, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Why did he feel that the atmosphere was a bit wrong? It was a bit like a quarrel between elementary school students.
"Three percent, you both take a step back, three percent, no more, no less!"
Zhang Huaqiang, who was really helpless, interrupted the "child quarrel" between the two and offered a compromise plan of one month!
Three percent, which is five or six yuan a day, and one hundred and fifty-six yuan a month, which is already a director-level salary, but you need to buy all the tickets yourself.
