Lin Zhengyi held the appointment notice issued by the group, stared at the 'zeroes' in the circle above and screamed. Even several employees near him were surprised and came forward one after another.
With Zhou Qingfeng's consent, Lin Zhengyi, the former technical section chief of the city's battery factory, was reorganized and became the factory director.
The office building of the Municipal Battery Factory was turned into the group headquarters by Zhou Qingfeng. Father Lin wanted to reorganize the factory, so he could only move the office back to the three-story building in the original factory area.
However, the original management team in the factory was wiped out, leaving the office quite empty.
All administrative and financial affairs in the factory have been streamlined and assigned to the headquarters. The factory office has been reduced from more than 200 people to more than 30 people. Rights and responsibilities have been clearly defined, and management efficiency has been improved.
There used to be more than 1,200 employees in the whole factory, including retirees. Now, only over 300 employees were cut by Zhou Qingfeng.
Because there were more cuts, there were more troubles. Lin Zhengyi originally wanted to pay a severance package to appease the grievances of the separated employees.
Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, and asked Oriole's legal department to take the lead, and jointly with the group's financial department to audit the accounts of more than a dozen factories, in order to catch some typical cheaters and send them to prison.
If the Legal Department does not have a backer, it will only smoke itself. But if it has a backer, it is an invincible sharp blade.
The management of many factories is so ugly, their loopholes are so huge, and their accounts cannot withstand inspection.
Zhou Qingfeng tried every means to get Xiao Jinlang to move around and replace the city with a few more clean heads. The two parties cooperated with each other and jointly exerted their power to clean up their respective territories.
With Zhou Qingfeng as his backing, Lao Xiao, the liaison minister, made full use of his connections in the officialdom and became a trump card of the 'Holy Light'.
Against the background of this clean-up and inventory, the battery factory paid off accumulated debts over the years, cleaned up useless waste, and re-injected 10 million yuan in working capital.
Lin Zhengyi gathered the technical backbone of the battery factory and completed the corporate reorganization. The whole factory felt that there was progress and hope. Just at this time of great enthusiasm...
The group headquarters forced a quality control engineer to come, and he was an external Japanese. The monthly salary was as high as 100,000..., Hong Kong dollars.
When Lin Zhengyi received this notification, he jumped up from his office chair in shock.
One hundred thousand!
How can you give so much money to one person?
The wages of more than 300 people in the factory have been raised significantly, and they only receive less than 150,000 soft girl coins a month. Considering the exchange rate, this little devil's salary is worth half the factory.
Several employees heard the shouts of Director Lin and rushed into the director's office. They came forward as if they were watching the excitement and read the appointment notice issued by the group one after another.
Everyone was surprised by the 'monthly salary of 100,000 yuan'. What was even more surprising was the inconspicuous sentence under the notice: Mr. Watanabe's salary and all expenses will be borne by the battery factory.
Seeing this, no one in the factory wanted such an inexplicable little devil.
It is too expensive to raise this person.
I can't afford it, I really can't afford it.
If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng's vigorous and resolute behavior and extremely high reputation, everyone would probably think that this unknown 'O Watanabe' was a relative that the CEO brought over to have a free meal.
In the past, the factory was very profitable, but the factory leaders often created positions by clever names, and brought in relatives to eat from the big pot. In the end, the factory collapsed.
Now comes a more ruthless one.
One hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars a month!
Doesn’t it mean that the shit this little devil poops is worth more than us?
People in the factory suddenly became mentally unbalanced.
On the other hand, Watanabe was inexplicably excited when he arrived in Tianyang, especially after learning that he was actually appointed as a quality control engineer. This made him almost forget the special mission he shouldered.
As the liaison minister, Lao Xiao personally went to the airport to pick him up. Both Karl and Qin Hao asked to go to the city guest house to rest. Only Watanabe was quite excited. After some polite remarks, he asked about his work in fluent Chinese.
"Xiao Sang, can I really manage a factory of more than 300 people?"
Sitting in the standard "Chang'an Star", Xiao Jinlang felt that the old man who was hired was a little too excited.
"Mr. Watanabe, we welcome your arrival and hope that you can pass on your management experience to us.
Your job is to serve as a quality control person and manage a battery factory that has just been reorganized. As for the ‘freedom’ in work, we try not to restrict it.”
After finishing speaking, Lao Xiao asked in a low voice: "You seem to be looking forward to this job?"
Watanabe, who is in his late fifties, laughed but quickly restrained himself. He nodded solemnly and seriously, "I will do my best to do my job well."
Lao Xiao felt that these words were boring and seemed to be speaking in an official tone. He actually didn't understand why Zhou Qingfeng insisted on hiring an external manager and hired a Japanese.
The Tianyang Battery Factory was built in the 1970s and is located in the new urban area of Tianyang. The factory area is not large and is divided into several separate workshops.
A large courtyard in the factory was used as a parking lot. When Watanabe arrived, Lin Zhengyi led a dozen employee representatives from the factory to form a welcoming team - but everyone looked unhappy.
The car door opened, and Xiao Jinlang got out first. Behind him was a short, little old man with an unimpressive appearance. Someone in the welcome queue immediately whispered: "Is this old boy worth a hundred thousand a month? He is not as tall as me."
The meeting scene had neither gongs and drums nor a red carpet. Watanabe was indeed not tall, only a little over 1.5 meters tall. But he was very energetic. He stood firm when he got off, his eyes swept across the floor, and his momentum was not weak.
Xiao Jinlang was equivalent to the 'Organization Minister' at the moment. He led Watanabe a few steps forward and introduced both parties with a smile. One was the factory director and the other was the quality control officer. They shook hands and they were acquainted.
Lao Lin was a landowner, and he had to pay more attention to "diplomacy is no small matter." He politely introduced the factory's departments and front-line personnel to Watanabe, and took him to visit the factory.
Since it is a battery factory, it is inevitable to deal with lead and acid. Most of the jobs in the factory are equivalent to special industries. Watanabe only glanced outside a few workshops and refused to go in.
"The equipment in your factory is too backward. It cannot produce first-class products. The workers there are even more unregulated. They don't even have basic safety protection measures."
The production of lead-acid batteries requires welding of lead plate electrodes and polishing of the electrodes. Watanabe refers to the welders in the workshop.
The floor of the workshop is messy, with debris flying everywhere. Workers wear dirty work clothes, protective gloves and masks, and move around sporadically.
The various parts of the battery are stacked fairly neatly, but the employees' operations appear to be disorganized and disorderly. They seem to have been accustomed to this for a long time, and it has become natural.
Regarding the problem pointed out by Watanabe, someone in the welcome team whispered: "We are all wearing masks, why are there no safety measures?"
Watanabe walked in front with great momentum. When he heard the muttering from behind, he endured it for a while but couldn't help it. He turned around and cursed "Baga", turned around and shouted: "The superior is talking, what right do the subordinates have to interrupt?"
The person who was being scolded at the back suddenly jumped up in anger, "You little Japanese, you are in the wrong place to show off your authority. Grandpa, I am polite to you because I respect you. You actually slapped your nose on your face."
The person who was scolded was about to step forward, but was immediately stopped by the colleague next to him.
Watanabe stood still with a gloomy expression on his face. He was also wondering whether he should ignore the chaos in the factory area, but he responded to this chaos with great awkwardness and intolerance.
He pointed at the workers in the welding workshop and shouted: "This way of working has been eliminated in Japan for decades. Since I serve as your factory's quality control engineer, I must stop this inefficient operation.
Ordinary masks cannot filter the lead smoke generated during welding. I am sure that everyone in your factory has blood lead levels exceeding the standard. This is extremely irresponsible for the lives of workers.
I ask the factory to rectify this. As for the worker who committed the crime below, he must apologize to me and be fired."
Wanting to apologize and then be fired, the worker who was stopped became even more excited. He jumped up regardless of the dissuasion and sprayed a mouthful of thick phlegm into Watanabe's face, "Bah, you little Japanese rollerball."
We have always had no problems with our production this way, and the products are selling very well. But you are here to cause so many troubles. Who do you think you are?"
Watanabe stood still and was sprayed in the face. Everyone, including Xiao Jinlang, was shocked.
Watanabe, on the other hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, and said in a calm and deep voice: "As an old worker who has been working on the production line for more than 20 years, I cannot tolerate any management flaws.
Your make-do work attitude will not produce world-class products. An undisciplined factory will not be able to create a world-class enterprise."