"Okay, let's continue. Now Yiwan's index has reached one thousand two. My plan is to make this value reach one thousand five in the summer. We don't need to speculate, we just need to make regular investments."
, if the foundation is not laid well, it will not be conducive to building higher in the future.”
Twelve thousand points.
This is Bai Hao's goal.
At least Old Solace believed it, because Bai Hao was extremely accurate in calculating the rising potential of Japanese coins.
Old Solace believed that there really was a genius in this world, and Bai Hao was it.
Let’s talk about Japan Island.
Japan.
It was already late at night, and Takeda Sakiko was a little restless. She hung a sign outside the door, which probably meant that the store was temporarily closed due to electrical failure and repairs.
She is afraid.
She was afraid that a group of people would rush in and smash up her shop.
It's not like things like this have never happened on this street.
This time it's even scarier.
Because, the Xiaoshan Group is involved.
The teak summer tree is also very panicked.
She didn't know what the outcome would be if Zhao Fei went to negotiate with the Xiaoshan Group, whether it would be compensation, gifts, or dividing the business.
Finally, someone came.
He is a big shot.
Japanese, Japanese Red Street.
Within an area of one square kilometer, there are tens of thousands of shops, hundreds of so-called offices, large and small, and thousands of active members.
Takeda Sakiko also has her own office, and there is more than one.
But after hearing about Xiaoshan Group, these offices all turned into quails without exception.
Someone is coming.
The leader of the Wakyo Group, a subordinate group of the Xiaoshan Group.
He came in and bowed ninety degrees: "Simimasai, I have caused you trouble, please take my leave."
After saying that, he turned around and left without looking at Takeda Sakiko.
It took five minutes after everyone left before Takeda Sakiko came back to her senses.
His legs went weak and he collapsed on the sofa.
Someone came over and asked, "What should we do?"
"Open a store."
Takeda Sakiko understood that even if her worth increased tenfold, she would not be worthy enough for the leader of the Koyama Group, Wakyo, to come and say sorry in person.
Just because you say it in front of her doesn't mean you mean it to her.
She doesn't deserve it.
Takeda Sakiko just breathed a sigh of relief, but the people in her office were different.
Showing off their tattoos, the group began to appear on the red street.
Their status is different, they are protected by the big shots of the Xiaoshan Group, and their future contributions will be directly handed over to the headquarters of the Shangshan Group.
Another sunrise.
The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Xia calendar.
Today is a crazy day.
At the Imperial Capital West Railway Station, hundreds of trucks were queuing up, and hundreds of young temporary workers temporarily seconded from various factories began to carry large and small packages of goods off the trucks.
Some, advance to the warehouse.
Most of them are loaded directly into the vehicle.
When the motorcade was about to set off, many people ran out and blocked the motorcade.
One hundred thousand heads.
Extra long hanging whip, click on it!
Then the front of each car is hung in red.
Set off.
Today is the day to distribute new year's goods.
If you want to blame, blame Bai Hao.
Other factories send out New Year's goods on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, but Bai Hao went to Yueyang Feizhuo. He was so busy that no one was around, and he didn't sign, so the goods were not shipped out of the warehouse at the ports. Even if the goods were shipped back, the railway station warehouse would not be released.
library.
Late, not important.
The important thing is that everyone believes that it will definitely be posted, and there must be a suitable reason why it is not posted.
When a convoy of hundreds of trucks passed through an intersection, vehicles in other directions were asked to stop and wait.
The nearest location is the family area built by Xia Guoyi.
Young and old men started waiting at the gate of the family area before dawn, and many of them prepared firecrackers.
Last year, only a small part of them got the New Year's goods from Factory No. 9.
This year, they have them all.
Because their engineering team is working overtime in Cactus Country at this time.
“XX boxes of kangaroo meat, XX boxes of mutton…
Someone checked, and countless people were moving down from the car.
Then there are the office compounds of the mothers-in-law of the Nine Factories in the Imperial Capital.
Of course, Xia Shi’s family home is also indispensable.
Xia Shi has been poor for many years, waiting for rice to be distributed every year. This is the first time that New Year's goods are distributed like this. Naturally, everyone is happy.
Someone came to ask for instructions from Zou Wanlong: "Director, the traffic in the imperial capital has become very bad today. There are convoys of No. 9 Factory delivering New Year's goods everywhere, with big and small cars. The car convoy is better. There is actually a factory that organized 300 tricycles to go to ourselves.
What should be the direction of our reporting for New Year shopping?”
Zou Wanlong walked to the window and looked at the lively scene of moving New Year's goods at the main entrance. After a while, he said: "Back then, when I was young, my father was bleeding. Do you think if he was still alive, would he be happy to see this scene?
, why don’t they just want us to have a good life.”
"yes!"
Zou Wanlong added: "I heard that the average annual income of all employees in Yangcheng Benxiaokang and upstream and downstream factories last year was 3,006 yuan? The average employee salary in Yangcheng Benxiaokang Factory has exceeded 4,200 yuan?"
"We have investigated and found that this is partly due to the fact that the wages of some new employees and apprentices were not included in the statistics."
"Pedantry." Zou Wanlong criticized: "Tonight, let's report it together."
"clear."
Zou Wanlong looked out the window. Someone was setting off firecrackers downstairs.
Zou Wanlong knew that the average salary of urban workers in Xia this year was 1,271 yuan.
The average salary in the upstream and downstream factories of Benxiaokang in Yangcheng exceeds 3,000.
The average wages at the upstream and downstream factories in Jingzhao, the earliest Xiaokang factory, exceeded 2,400 yuan.
This is a good signal, allowing some people to get rich first, which is positive.
After Bai Hao started working towards a well-off society, Yangcheng was the first to respond and the most active. He also devoted himself to it with all his strength. Such achievements are not surprising.
As for Jingzhao, limited by various factors, from raw materials to transportation, etc., it is indeed not as good as Yangcheng.
Good thing.
News like this should be reported more often.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Xia Kingdom’s seven o’clock news time.
The news that Factory No. 9 is sending out new year's goods can be brushed off, but the increase in wages and living standards of workers in many cities must be reported carefully.
After the seven o'clock news, a twenty-minute special report is also added.
This article is dedicated to reporting on the improvement in the level of workers in the entire Xia Kingdom over the past year.
At this time, in Lingnan West Province, adjacent to Lingnan East Province, there was a city on the riverside, Greentown.
Today is the birthday of Mr. He Xia Guoli, and all the children in the family are back.
Sit at the table and watch the news while waiting for dinner.
It's already 7:40, but dinner hasn't been served yet.
Because there are still two people who haven't come.
Mr. He's youngest daughter is working in the kitchen, and his son-in-law is cleaning up the cracks in the outside window.
The youngest son is serving tea and water to his brothers and sisters.
The meal was not served because there were still two important people who had not arrived.
