There are quite a lot of departments in 'Shengguang Machinery', including the Finance Department, Engineering Department, Marketing Department, Logistics Department, Human Resources Department, and Liaison Department. Zhou Qingfeng could fight and kill without thinking in another world, but when he returned to the real world, he had to
I racked my brains and was exhausted.
Zhou Qingfeng directly controls the Finance Department, leaving the Engineering Department to Professor Zheng Ping, and the Human Resources Department to the newly arrived Secretary Lin. Recently, he has set up a Marketing Department, which is dedicated to external procurement and sales.
The 1990s were a turbulent time, and many people rose up brightly in the tide of the times, but then passed by like meteors. Having a golden finger does not mean success, and those who can stand out in the waves must be the elite.
Since Zhou Qingfeng had zero experience in running a business, he had to take the initiative to learn, think about it on his own, and recall various successful experiences of later generations - such as the factory inspection system. This is a copy of the supply chain practices of major international companies such as Apple.
When manufacturing under the planned economy, downstream companies cannot control the product quality of their suppliers. Basically, the downstream uses the parts provided by the upstream and makes up for them when problems arise.
Large manufacturers in later generations relied on their large order volume, strong technology and financial resources. In order to keep the quality of parts under control, they would send people to inspect suppliers. In strict cases, they would even send people to the factory to directly monitor the production line.
There are standardized processes for factory inspections, and factory inspection personnel also receive professional training. Controlling suppliers from the source can greatly improve the quality of final products, reduce costs, and prevent quality control disasters.
But today's state-owned factories ignore this. Steel, bearings, spare parts, etc. are all monopolized. Their quality is obviously very poor, but their attitude is 'If you want to buy it, buy it, if you don't buy it, get out'.
Zhou Qingfeng is so angry that he is so furious that there have been a lot more stroke patients in the city hospital recently. Anyway, keeping those harmful people will lead to bad things sooner or later. They will either make money and go abroad or embezzle assets. It is better to clean up now.
Even the city radio and television and other media are reminding leaders of enterprises and institutions to pay more attention to rest and not to overwork, otherwise they will suddenly become crooked in speech and eyes, unable to speak, unable to lift hands, become permanently disabled, and have to retire early.
Only when more harmful people are admitted to the hospital can the work of 'Holy Light Machinery' continue to advance.
The female secretary checked the time. It was almost 8:30 at night, and the evening shift was about to end. She grabbed a few documents and walked to Zhou Qingfeng's desk, "Mr. Zhou, this is today's briefing."
Alas..., Zhou Qingfeng sighed.
From Mawang Village to Nantou Township, they developed by leaps and bounds directly to Tianyang City. It was painful to take a step forward. The sister-in-law in the village chose to live her own life, and the female teacher in the village also went to study. He was surrounded by
There is no one to accompany you.
Although he obviously wants to achieve great things, he ends up staying in the company like an ascetic every day. Meetings, making decisions, appropriating funds, reading reports, and meeting again, endlessly.
"Have those stubborn old men agreed to grant us land?" Zhou Qingfeng read the first page of the briefing. When he was in Nantou Township, he basically did whatever he wanted. As long as the money was in place, almost no one came to trouble him.
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But in the city, the relationship becomes complicated.
'Shengguang Machinery' cannot rent a warehouse as an office forever, it must have its own site. Now that the 'development zone craze' has not yet emerged, it is difficult for Zhou Qingfeng to find a place to stay.
"The stubborn old man who previously vetoed our request died of a heart attack the night before yesterday, so I made a new report.
The city asked us to take over the original match factory as a foreign businessman, so we were granted an old factory building to build houses for us.”
State-owned assets are lost!
Zhou Qingfeng knew how many secrets were hidden under this thin piece of paper. He just sneered a few times, turned to the second page, and immediately frowned, "You want one million funds? Do you need to convert foreign exchange?"
One million soft sister coins is nothing, but foreign exchange is really troublesome.
Zhou Qingfeng frowned and was very distressed. Nowadays, the country is attracting foreign investment and is discriminating against his own family. As long as it can attract foreign investment, the treatment will be different.
US dollars, Japanese yen, pounds, francs, marks, these are all hard currencies and good things. As Zhou Qingfeng is an overseas Chinese, the city naturally wants him to provide foreign exchange investment - by the way, Hong Kong dollars are also considered foreign exchange.
Trouble!
Continuing to flip through the briefing, it costs money to build an office building, money to train employees, money to set up a supply chain, and money to sell sales channels. Money is needed everywhere, but each item is clearly listed and calculated carefully.
"Secretary Lin, good job." Zhou Qingfeng flipped through more than a dozen pages and was filled with admiration. He was able to make a series of trivial matters clear and clear. His ability as a new secretary was truly remarkable.
"The Secretariat should add a few people to serve as your assistants. You can't be so busy by yourself. At the same time, it should also train more people."
"You don't need to say more. I'm in charge of the human resources department, and the recruitment and training of personnel in this area are already in progress. As the president, you just have to pay. The high salary you gave me will not be in vain."
The beautiful female secretary straightened her back, and her turtleneck sweater outlined her figure, which was very eye-catching. Paired with her cold face, it was very interesting.
"I can rest assured that you can handle the matter." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the requisition report. His company was still very chaotic. It was not unusual for the secretary to also be in charge of the human resources department. "I will come up with a solution for the foreign exchange matter. I can definitely do it.
Solved."
"Then I'm off work." The female secretary received the praise but didn't even smile. She was still so cold. She turned around and went to clear her desk.
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the female secretary's swaying buttocks and asked loudly: "It's very late, do you want me to take you home?" He stood up and approached Lin Wan.
"What do you want to do?" The female secretary turned around as if frightened, her expression resisting.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What can I do? Just ask if I want to take you home."
"Who knows what you will do in the middle of the night?" the female secretary muttered. She grabbed a faded bag, packed her personal belongings, stepped on a pair of small leather shoes and left, "I have someone at home to pick me up, I won't bother you.
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The night shift workers also gradually left. The female secretary left the office and spent a long time alone on the road outside the company blowing in the cold wind. A man rode a bicycle to pick her up.
It happened that Zhou Qingfeng also came home from get off work and drove away on his motorcycle. Both the female secretary and the man watched for a while.
"Is that him?" asked the man picking up the female secretary.
Well..., the female secretary nodded and rode her bicycle.
The man who picked him up said, "Sister, why are you so stubborn? You just read too much and your brain is ruined. If you had gone to high school like your brother, you would have gone to work long ago. Why bother?"
What graduate school should I go to?
Look at what you're doing now. You don't want the good work of the city government, but you want a shabby private company. Is this private company owner comparable to the mayor's son? Why are you so hard to think about it?"
"Brother... stop talking. You won't understand." The female secretary interrupted forcefully and said angrily: "I want to go abroad. Once I save enough money, I want to go abroad and escape from this society."