Hearing Ouyang Jun's question, the man next to him said happily: "We're here to place an order. 'Shengguang Machinery' has become very famous recently. They have started to produce motorized tricycles. We all hope that we can sell the goods from the factory to this company."
Where is the company?"
"It's just a three-wheeler. As for calling all the factories like you?" Ouyang Jun's impression of tricycles is that they either rely on human power or a lead-acid battery for power.
A group of people in the reception area laughed and refused to tell the truth. On the contrary, someone suddenly remembered something and asked: "Are you from the Academy of Fine Arts? Did Shengguang Machinery really donate 200,000 to your Academy of Fine Arts?"
Donate?
It's okay to say it's a donation. After all, what Zhou Qingfeng took away in the end was more than 500 manuscripts, which were worthless to the teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts. But 200,000 yuan in real money was really sweet!
"That's right, I donated 200,000 yuan." Ouyang Jun nodded and admitted. He even wanted to say: "I was contacted for the 200,000 yuan donation."
Wow..., the dozen or so people in the reception area suddenly became interested, and they all happily asked questions. The group of people became more interested in gossiping.
"I heard that President Zhou spent 200,000 yuan to woo the female teacher from your art academy?"
"No, I've never heard of this."
"I heard that he also gave your Academy of Fine Arts a few Western oil paintings?"
"It's not a gift, it's just a loan for us to copy."
"I heard that the women in those oil paintings are very beautiful?"
"Those oil paintings are now on public display. You can see for yourself whether they are beautiful or not."
Ouyang Jun felt that these people in front of him were very vulgar. They winked when talking about women and had obscene thoughts. As a literary and artistic worker who was free from vulgar taste and had noble sentiments, he did not want to associate with them at all.
"I heard that a male teacher at your art school was caught peeking at a girl taking a shower in the middle of the night?"
"You have just been arrested? Your whole family has been arrested! What do you know about art and the source of inspiration?"
Ouyang Jun was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and he became more and more aware that the people in the reception room were unbearable. He could only talk to the young girl at the front desk, and found that she was sitting behind the stage, copying and writing in a notebook.
"I'm studying." Ouyang Jun deliberately struck up a conversation and said with a shy face, "What are you studying?"
"Accounting." The young girl was very shy, lowered her head, and responded in a low voice, "The president has a rule to eliminate five percent of mediocre personnel with insufficient abilities every year. The company's treatment is very good, and everyone wants to learn more.
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Ouyang Jun liked this shy energy and was in a good mood. He continued to joke and asked: "You are still going to eliminate people? Tsk tsk, this is either an iron job or an unstable job. I am a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. I can earn more than 100 yuan a month due to drought and floods.
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The young girl looked envious, "It's more than a hundred. It's good that you have a business establishment. It's hard for the boss to fire you, so you don't have to worry about anything. I can't do that, and my monthly salary is only fifty yuan."
Five..., fifty?
Ouyang Jun's expression changed. He looked at the freckles on the young girl's face. She must be under twenty years old. She should be a technical secondary school student, maybe a recent graduate - at this age, getting fifty yuan a month is already...
What a happy thing.
"You..., how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
Ouyang Jun almost had a black eye - little sister, are you here to play tricks on me?
When you graduate from a technical secondary school at the age of seventeen and earn fifty a month, do you know how many people will hate you?
The young girl laughed softly and said: "My family has no connections and can't get into any good workplace. My mother originally wanted me to work in a small factory on the street, but that factory has stopped paying wages for a long time. I read the advertisement in the newspaper.
I applied for the job myself.
The company said that I had no ability, but they could hire me as a receptionist. The requirement was that I must learn accounting skills on my own within six months and pass the Finance Department exam, otherwise I would be fired.
Fifty yuan a month. When my parents started working, it was only 12 yuan a month. I worked so hard all my life that I never made much money. Now I am determined not to be eliminated."
The freckle-faced little girl clenched her fists hard, encouraged herself, and continued to study. Ouyang Jun's head was dizzy - Shengguang Machinery actually implemented an elimination system, which meant that after joining, don't just mess around.
This is a shortcoming.
It was almost dark when Ouyang Jun came to see Zhou Qingfeng. After staying at the office of 'Shengguang Machinery' for a long time, President Zhou's meeting had not yet ended.
There is a clock hanging on the wall of the reception room. It is already seven o'clock after dark. Today is New Year's Day. Why do these people love their work so much? It is dark outside the office, but the lights are still bright inside.
Some people leave after get off work at 6:30, and some people come to work at night. Many of them are part-time teachers and students from the Metallurgical College. Everyone must clock in, and the young girl at the front desk will record everyone's coming and going time.
"You are quite strict in management." Ouyang Jun continued to chat. He was a little hungry and glanced back and forth.
All overtime workers are provided with free dinners, and many people stay up late at night just to have dinner. He knows that the benefits provided by Zhou Qingfeng are good. Teachers and students from the Academy of Fine Arts help him with ink painting, and he has three meals a day and late night snacks.
rich.
The young girl at the front desk was eating dumplings. When she heard this, she stuck out her tongue and said, "The treatment given by the company is good, but President Zhou has a bad temper."
"I can't." Ouyang Jun felt that Zhou Qingfeng had a good temper. He had two hundred thousand yuan, so he could just throw it away. Where could he find such a big boss?
The young girl shook her head, "Just yesterday, someone packed his bags and went home while waiting for dinner. He was fired this morning. That guy finally got into the job, but just to take advantage of this small advantage, his position of 300 yuan a month was gone.
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Being late and leaving early to take advantage is a shortcoming of employees in enterprises and institutions that is difficult to correct. Ouyang Jun often does this himself, and the more he realizes that this 'Holy Light Machinery' is too impersonal.
Isn't it just a mess? What's the big deal? He was actually fired.
It's just that the dumplings for dinner have thin skin and big fillings, and they look quite delicious. Ouyang Jun was restless, and the more he looked at it, the hungrier he became, "Does your company have a canteen?"
"The company has a logistics department, and ships bring us vegetables from the countryside every day. We pay every week, which is cheaper than the vegetable market. Our employees can also order, which can save our families a lot of money.
The logistics department has hired a chef, and breakfast, lunch, dinner and even midnight snacks are all provided, and there is meat for every meal. Many people wish they could settle down in the company just for this reason. We eat really well." The young girl continued to eat as she spoke.
Three pork and cabbage dumplings.
From the smell, he knew that the dumplings were fragrant and delicious. Ouyang Jun was even hungrier. He wanted to ask if he could have dinner, but the phone at the front desk rang. The young girl quickly grabbed the phone and said "hello", and said "hmm" repeatedly.
Yeah, nod.
"Mr. Ouyang, Secretary Lin wants you to come in." The girl at the front desk led the way and led Ouyang Junchao into the office.