Chapter four hundred and ninety seventh conspiracy
"Thank you, Fatty."
The fat aunt touched the little girl's head lovingly and said, "This child has such a sweet mouth."
To be honest, Fangyuan and the little girl coming here also brought some joy to the family.
Fat uncle and fat aunt also have grandchildren, but it is a pity that they cannot be with them.
If it were any other time, forget it, but now it’s Chinese New Year! Fat uncle and fat aunt want to see their grandson.
"Uncle Fatty, Aunty Fatty, haven't you heard from the little fat guy yet?"
Fangyuan deliberately changed the topic, because in Uncle Fat's heart, the little fat boy was his precious baby.
Sure enough, when Fangyuan asked about the little fat man, the fat uncle smiled and said: "Not yet, it should be because the training camp is not over yet."
The fat aunt also smiled and said: "Yes, Fangyuan, don't worry, I believe Sanbao will write back if he has time."
Hearing Fat Uncle and Fat Aunt say this, Fangyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yeah! I know."
Next, Fangyuan chatted with Fat Uncle and Fat Aunt for a while, and then left with the little girl.
The little girl was so happy that she received two red envelopes as soon as she came out. However, the person who could give her the red envelopes did not know how much help Fangyuan had received.
After coming out of Fat Uncle's house, Fangyuan took the little girl to the old factory director's house. The leader's family home was not very far from Fangyuan's house.
Now the old factory director is living in the house where he used to live again, and his daughter and son-in-law also live here.
This is much better than the place he lived in ten years ago, at least he can live in it now.
"Girl, knock on the door." Fangyuan said to the little girl when they arrived at the door of the old factory manager's house.
"Okay uncle."
Fangyuan brought the little girl out not for the red envelope. To be honest, Fangyuan didn't care about the red envelope at all.
The reason why he brought the little girl was for good luck, and it didn't matter how much money was in the red envelope.
"Bah bang bang!" The little girl went up and patted the door.
Soon the door opened, and it was a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old who opened the door.
The little girl knew Fangyuan. When she saw Fangyuan standing at the door, the little girl took a step back in fright, and then stood behind the door.
"Girl, who is it?" A female voice came from the house.
"Mom, it's... Uncle Fangyuan." The little girl replied.
Then a middle-aged woman in her thirties or nearly forty ran out of the house.
"Oops! Fangyuan, why are you here? Come in quickly."
"Sister, happy new year."
"Happy New Year. Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, aunt."
"Oh! It turns out to be Xiaoling! Happy New Year to you too."
Needless to say, this middle-aged woman is the daughter of the old factory director.
"You kid, why didn't you let your Uncle Fangyuan in as soon as you saw it was your Uncle Fangyuan? Do you know that you have grown up so big thanks to your Uncle Fangyuan." The daughter of the old factory director said to the little girl, that is,
said her daughter.
What she said was a bit exaggerated. At that time, supplies were extremely scarce, and she had no milk, so she had to thank Fangyuan for the milk powder she bought from outside.
"Fang Yuan is here, come in quickly." The old factory director also came out of the room.
"Happy New Year! Director."
"Hahaha! Happy New Year!"
Fangyuan took the little girl and walked inside. After Fangyuan and the little girl entered, the old factory director's daughter quickly closed the door and ran to make tea.
To be honest, she was very grateful to Fang Yuan, not only because of the milk powder, but also because of Fang Yuan's help to their family during the ten years.
If Fangyuan hadn't been there, she knew and couldn't imagine what it would be like, at least it wouldn't be like this.
You must know that at that time, no one dared to associate with her family, or even speak to her family, but Fangyuan did not.
Not only did he not do it, he also helped her family many times, sending food and meat, and also protected her father.
The reason why her father was able to survive the ten-year period, to put it bluntly, was because of Fang Yuan. Otherwise, there is no telling what her father would have been like.
"Why are you so free today? You still have time to look at my old bones."
"Director, judging from what you said, you are not old at all. You will have no problem living for another thirty to fifty years."
Fangyuan is not flattering, but telling the truth. Even though the old factory director has white hair now, he is actually only in his early sixties.
The reason why I have this gray hair is actually because I am worried. Not only was I worried during the ten years, but I am also worried now.
Although gadgets like Director Cao's were defeated, those gadgets also left the woolen mill full of holes over the years.
After arriving at the house, the old factory manager took out peanuts, melon seeds and candies.
"Come and sit."
"Yeah!" Fangyuan was not polite, nodded and sat down.
The old factory manager glanced at the little girl, was stunned for a moment, and quickly took out two red envelopes from his pocket and gave them to the little girl.
"Thank you, Grandpa, the factory director."
"Hahaha! You're welcome." The factory director said happily.
"Factory director, how is it? Now that I have been reinstated, is it going well?"
Hearing Fangyuan's question, the old factory director shook his head and said, "What a success! Alas! I don't know when I will be able to regain my strength."
"Oh! What's going on?"
"Oh! Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, let's see what the main factory means now."
Although Fangyuan didn't know what happened in his previous life, he knew that Qinghe Woolen Mill had survived.
At least two thousand years later, the Qinghe Woolen Mill will still exist, but at that time, the main factory was gone.
It was not until ten years later that the Qinghe Woolen Mill came to an end, but only the woolen mill ended, and high-rise buildings were built on the land of the woolen mill.
You must know that the area of the woolen textile factory is very large, and the demolition compensation for the entire woolen textile factory is tens of billions.
You can imagine how big the area is. This is just inside the woolen mill, not the home of the woolen mill.
Because the houses in the family homes already belong to individuals, the demolition compensation is also given to individuals.
Even if you don't count the families' homes, the woolen mill alone has compensated tens of billions. It can be said that the woolen mill still made a lot of money.
"What, the woolen mill is short of money?"
Hearing Fangyuan's question, the old factory director smiled bitterly and said, "There is no shortage of money anywhere these days."
"That's right." Fang Yuan nodded and asked, "Approximately how much is missing?"
"At least 20 million, I guess the main factory won't be able to come up with that much money at once." The old factory director said with a wry smile and shook his head.
Hearing what the old factory director said, Fangyuan looked at the old factory director and asked, "Have you ever thought about financing?"
"Financing! What do you mean?"
"Uh!" Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, feeling that what he said was a bit ahead of his time, and quickly explained: "It's just self-help."
"Self-rescue?" The old factory director shook his head and said, "This is simply impossible. Now the woolen textile factory can't even get out 500,000 yuan in its books, so there is no way to complete self-rescue."
"Old factory director, you have misunderstood. The self-help I am talking about is actually reform. Didn't the old man say that? Reform and opening up means reform and liberalization."
"This..." The old factory director frowned, looked at Fangyuan and asked, "Did the old man say this? Why don't I remember it?"
"Then you must have forgotten."
The old factory director touched his beard that had few hairs on his chin and said, "Maybe! But I don't understand what this has to do with what you said about self-rescue."
"It does matter, it matters too much. Since there is no way to deal with it from above, we can only save ourselves. Old factory director, how many employees do you think our factory has now?"
"No need to ask, there are a total of 7,634 employees on the job, and a total of 13,823 retired employees are still alive."
"Uh!" Fangyuan was stunned for a moment and said, "No way! Do you remember this so clearly?"
Fangyuan originally thought that the old factory director could give a rough idea and that he was just calculating an account, but he never expected that the old factory director would remember it so clearly.
"So the total number of active and retired employees is about 20,000?"
"Just a little more."
"That's it, there are more than 20,000 people. If you include family members and so on, the total population of the entire woolen mill has already exceeded 50,000."
"Yeah!" The old factory manager nodded.
"Director, have you ever thought about changing the woolen mill into a joint-stock company?"
"What, change it to a joint-stock company?" The old factory director was shocked by Fangyuan's boldness, but he soon felt relieved.
Because the person standing in front of him was Fangyuan, he had already become accustomed to it.
"That's right! Change it to a joint-stock company. The company will take out part of the shares and sell them to the woolen mill employees. Whether they are working or retired, they can buy the company's shares. In this way, the problem will be solved directly."
As soon as Fangyuan finished speaking, the old factory director looked at him and said: "Fangyuan, to be honest, although I very much agree with your idea, this must be approved by the superiors, and I can't make the final decision."
"Old factory director, it's now this time, and you still have hope for the main factory. I guess the main factory has already been overwhelmed by itself, or even exhausted."
"this……"
"I said to the old factory director, don't do this or that. The top priority is to complete self-rescue. The old man said that some people are allowed to get rich first. If this is the case, then why don't our woolen mills get rich ourselves first?"
"No, no, we can't do this. I think it's better to wait for a reply from the main factory."
"Alas!" Fangyuan shook his head, looked at the old factory director and said, "You are good at everything, but you are a bit pedantic."
"Fang Yuan, I'm not being pedantic, I'm just expounding a point of view. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I will never take another path."
"Okay then! When you have thought about it, you can contact me and we will discuss the details."
To be honest, Fangyuan is still very interested in the woolen mill, but what he is interested in is not the cloth and wool produced by the woolen mill, but the woolen mill as a place.
Fangyuan knows very well what kind of place this is. It is outside the North Fifth Ring Road, next to the North Fifth Ring Road. In later generations, housing prices here are not cheaper than in the city, and are even a bit more expensive...
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