The wages of workers in Hongqi Iron and Steel Plant are not high to begin with. Mid-level cadres earn less than 3,000 yuan per month, front-line workers earn more than 2,000 yuan, and logistics administrators like Wang Zhaogang only earn 1,000 yuan. Today, with soaring commodity prices, 1,000 yuan is enough.
It was simply not enough to support their families. The workers originally hated the Xuanwu Group, but now they suddenly changed their salary cards, which immediately aroused strong resentment among everyone.
A group of workers gathered around the door of the Finance Department and made a lot of noise. More people stood in the corridor calling and sending messages. As the news spread rapidly, more and more workers came running from the workshop in work clothes, clamoring for instructions.
salary.
The first thing the Xuanwu Group did after taking over the Hongqi Factory was to change the financial manager and bring in a cashier. It only retained the original accounting and auditing staff. Now that the workers were causing trouble, the accountant appointed by the Xuanwu Group immediately
He slipped away, leaving only the accountant from the factory explaining to the workers in earnest.
More and more people gathered, and Wang Zhaogang from the security department squeezed in at the front, banging on the security door of the finance department. His red face was full of anger: "Pay wages! Pay wages! We have to eat, we have to support our families!"
A group of people behind were infected and shouted: "Pay wages! Pay wages!" The sound made the glass windows buzz.
Wang Zhaogang was really angry. He thought to himself, "Why am I so unlucky? I lost money in business. I was fired as a city manager. Now I'm back to work in the factory and I'm reorganized. What the hell is going on?" He was so angry that he shouted loudly.
The workers behind him shouted, as if they had become workers’ leaders.
In a short time, Mr. Wang rushed to the scene surrounded by a group of middle-level cadres. To be honest, everyone did not have a deep affection for Mr. Wang. He used to be the deputy director of the Industrial Bureau. After the Industrial Bureau was abolished, he came to work at the Hongqi Factory.
The top leader had never worked in the factory for a few days and spent most of his time in the provincial capital recuperating from illness. He was an illusory figure in everyone's mind.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Mr. Wang shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one paid him any attention.
Someone brought a loudspeaker, Mr. Wang stood on the table and shouted a few more times, and then the noise in the corridor gradually stopped.
"The reform of the wage system is the established policy of the factory. It takes time to change the bank where the account is opened and to apply for wage cards for you collectively. Don't you think you can wait even a day or two? I think this is someone with ulterior motives.
Take the opportunity to cause trouble!"
Mr. Wang's voice was stern, but the workers remained silent.
"Of course, I can understand your mood. I promise you that your salary will be paid in three days at most, no, two days. Okay, everyone can go back to work now and don't delay production." Mr. Wang said in a tone of voice.
It became calmer. When everyone thought about it carefully, it was indeed true. How could it be so fast to change the salary card?
So the workers gradually dispersed, and Wang Zhaogang also returned to the security department. Xuanwu Group hired dozens of young and strong security guards from the provincial capital security company, and their positions have been replaced by important posts such as gate posts, garages, warehouses, and power distribution rooms.
The position has been taken over by them, and now Wang Zhaogang and his colleagues can only sit in the office and play poker every day.
Although Wang Zhaogang had just returned to the factory not long ago, he had been a sand foundry worker at Hongqi Factory fifteen years ago, and his wife was also an employee of the factory. In addition, he had been in a labor camp and had been in society for many years. The masters in the factory security department all respected him.
Three points, and I also like to listen to his bragging.
"The Xuanwu Group is nothing. My daughter's birthday is coming soon, and I'm still waiting for money to buy her a gift." Wang Zhaogang said angrily.
Another doorman in his fifties said: "Xiao Wang, don't worry about the gifts. We people may even lose our jobs. The Xuanwu Group has found a group of young people who can take our place.
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Wang Zhaogang spat on the ground and said viciously: "Whoever lays me off, I will make anyone bleed."
While he was shaking, the cell phone in the holster on his waist rang. Wang Zhaogang looked at the number, hurried out of the door, and said politely: "Chief Zhong, how are you lately?"
The strong and powerful voice of Wang Zhaogang's old boss, Section Chief Zhong of the District Urban Management Bureau, came over the phone: "Old Wang, are you free tonight? Come out for a drink."
"Yes, yes, what time is it? Where can we meet?" Wang Zhaogang's eyes lit up and he said hurriedly.
"Meet you at the usual place at six o'clock."
"Okay, see you there or not." After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhaogang felt refreshed and returned to the house and said to a few old guys: "Well, I have to leave for a while beforehand."
"You go about your business, there's nothing to do anyway," the guys said.
Wang Zhaogang rode his electric bike to the factory gate, and the new guard stopped him with his hand: "It's not time to get off work, what are you doing?"
"You don't care!" Wang Zhaogang pushed him away arrogantly and went to look for himself. The little security guard scratched his head, frightened by his momentum.
All the way to the Wuwei Casserole House where urban management officers used to drink. When they entered the private room, they saw Section Chief Zhong and a strange man sitting at the table. Wang Zhaogang hurriedly took out a cigarette, but was held down by Section Chief Zhong.
"Smoke mine." A Chinese cigarette was handed over. Section Chief Zhong said: "Old Wang, let me introduce to you. This is Lu Yong. You can just call him Brother Lu."
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The drinking was so intense that Wang Zhaogang drank a pound and a half of beer by himself, and then went to a barbecue stall and ordered a box of beer. When he got home, Wang Zhaogang was already extremely drunk, and Li Yan angrily took out a feather duster.
Even though he was slapped, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled at his daughter who was studying in the room and said, "Daughter, when it's your birthday, daddy will buy you an iPad so that you can look good in front of your classmates."
Wang Yan turned around suddenly, with surprise in her eyes: "Really?" But her father was already lying on the ground drunk. When Li Yan went out and saw it, she became even more angry: "You bitch, drink some cat urine and turn the electric machine on."
I lost my car, which cost more than a thousand yuan!"
Wang Zhaogang was still snoring loudly.
The next day, Wang Zhaogang did not go to work and directly asked for sick leave.
On the fourth day, which was the day that Mr. Wang promised to pay wages, Wang Zhaogang went to work in the factory. As soon as he entered the factory door, he realized that the atmosphere was wrong. The bulletin board under the office building was surrounded by three floors, inside and outside.
The sound of cursing.
Wang Zhaogang hurriedly squeezed forward and asked in a loud voice: "What's going on?"
"Brother Wang, Xuanwu Group has introduced a new policy to implement performance appraisals and deduct money for every use of the toilet." A familiar worker said.
"What a bastard!" Wang Zhaogang squeezed out these three words through his teeth and walked towards the Finance Department angrily.
There were more people gathered around the Finance Department, and Wang Zhaogang couldn't squeeze in. From the discussions among his colleagues, he got an even more shocking news. The Finance Department issued bank cards of Jiangbei City Credit Union to all employees in the factory.
, this small credit union has very few branches. Not to mention an ATM within a three-kilometer radius of Hongqi Factory, there is not even a savings bank. It doesn’t matter if there is no branch. According to colleagues who have already received the card, this month’s salary is sufficient.
Thirty percent less than last month!
What is the concept of thirty percent? Originally, I could get two thousand yuan, but now I only have one thousand and fourteen. I used to get one thousand yuan, but now I have only seven hundred. In today's world where prices are soaring, one or two thousand yuan is already enough.
We are stretched thin, and if we reduce it significantly, we will really have no way to live this life.
More and more people gathered, and the downstairs was completely dark, with loud voices and excitement. Mr. Wang once again took action to quell the public anger. He stood at the window on the second floor with an electric horn and shouted to everyone: "Comrades, listen to me, big pot rice is really good."
We can no longer eat it. Introducing advanced management experience, implementing effective incentive policies, and linking wages and performance are our new measures..."
Before he finished speaking, a black leather cotton shoe whizzed over and hit Mr. Wang. A roar came from below: "You old bastard, the traitor of Hongqi Factory!"
Mr. Wang's face turned blue and white, and he turned around to leave. There was a burst of joy below, and the workers gathered around Wang Zhaogang, who had just thrown the shoe, and cheered loudly: "Brother Wang, you smashed it well! You cursed beautifully!"
Wang Zhaogang held his hands in all directions, with a determined and awe-inspiring look on his face.
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Mr. Wang returned to the office in panic and complained to Executive Deputy General Manager Mu Lianheng: "It's true of you that you drastically cut wages without even saying hello in advance, which made me very passive."
Mu Lianheng sat behind a simple desk with a nonchalant look on his face: "Mr. Wang, we have communicated beforehand that old state-owned enterprises are overstaffed and have accumulated a lot of problems. It is absolutely impossible not to carry out drastic reforms. Our Xuanwu Group is for business, not
If you run a charity, you want me to give two thousand yuan a month as pension money to those gentlemen who don't work all day long and sit in the sun smoking and reading newspapers. I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
Mr. Wang was anxious: "But we have to do it slowly. Originally, workers had a lot of negative views towards Xuanwu Group. Wouldn't this just add fuel to the fire? Listen to what's going on outside.
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Mu Lianheng said slowly: "The pain of reform is unavoidable. Besides, we are not really pushing them to a dead end. We are just doing this to stimulate their enthusiasm for labor. In a large factory with thousands of people, there are too many people who are just freeloaders."
There are too many, no wonder you couldn’t develop before.”
Mr. Wang had nothing to say. On the one hand, he did not understand the situation of Hongqi Factory. On the other hand, he had no power. Although Mu Lianheng was the executive vice president, he was like the emperor sent by the superiors. As a boss, he was just
It's just a pretense, and besides, I'm going to retire soon, so why bother coming to make trouble with them?
"That shoe just hit me hard. I'm treated like a president." Mr. Wang sat down, took out a quick-acting heart-saving pill, swallowed it, and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Mu, I can't do it anymore.
It’s up to you.”
Mu Lianheng said: "Mr. Wang, if you are not in good health, rest more. I will let my colleagues in the administrative department handle the problem."
All the functional departments of the original factory department have been renamed. The administrative department is the original office. Sister Ma, who loyally protects the official seal, has been streamlined to the front line. Now a group of people in the office are all handsome men and beautiful women sent by the Xuanwu Group. They quickly dispatched,
They distributed leaflets to the workers, explaining the new salary assessment system, and promised to open a credit union savings bank in the factory within a month to solve the problem of workers' difficulty in withdrawing money. Two hours later, the workers finally dispersed cursing.
Went.
Mu Lianheng picked up the phone: "Mr. Chen, there was another commotion today."
Chen Runing's angry voice came from the phone: "Really, Xiao Mu, you have a heavy burden, so you have to do it well. I've left it all to you over there. I'm just playing ball, so I won't say more."
Hanging up his cell phone and throwing it to his secretary, Chen Runing, dressed in golf attire, continued to swing the club. Even though it was the twelfth lunar month, the imported turf all over the ground was still lush and lush. As soon as he swung the shot, the boss of the city credit union clapped his hands and said: "
Mr. Chen’s skills are truly extraordinary.”
Chen Runing smiled: "Mr. Cao, how are you thinking about the loan?"