The next day, the 'Holy Light Group' sent a car to the city guest house to pick up Watanabe and Carl. One of them was going to the technical school at the machinery factory, and the other was going to the battery factory.
After a night, Watanabe seemed to have calmed down and arrived at the gate of the battery factory with an expressionless face. Although he could speak Chinese, the driver only glanced at the rearview mirror and had no intention of talking to him.
It was only half past seven when we arrived at the gate of the factory. Watanabe got off the car and stopped outside the gate. One after another, people came to work on bicycles. Seeing this unfamiliar face who was also Asian, they all helped the car into the factory and looked at each other.
aim.
The old devil is indeed an old devil.
Whenever someone passes by, Watanabe bows at ninety degrees with his waist like a spring, and shouts in standard Chinese: "My Excellency, Mr. Watanabe, I apologize for my offensive words yesterday. It was really rude."
This bow was so formal that the workers who entered the factory were in a panic and didn't know what to do. Most of them froze on the spot, nodding along, and inevitably bending down.
The news about Watanabe's trouble in the factory yesterday has long been spread. Some people were angry, some were confused, and most of them were extremely shocked at the "100,000 monthly salary".
When I got to work this morning, an old devil worth 100,000 yuan stood at the door and bowed and apologized to everyone. This was beyond the expectations of the employees.
No one has ever seen this happen!
The news spread quickly, causing a sensation throughout the factory. Many people did not leave after entering the factory, but insisted on staying to watch the excitement. Even pedestrians passing by the entrance of the battery factory felt it was novel and stood up to watch.
Father Lin was preparing for a meeting in the factory. When he heard about the situation, he was confused and rushed to the factory gate. When Watanabe saw him, he also bowed his head to the ground, bending almost 120 degrees.
"Lin Sang, I'm really sorry. What happened yesterday caused you trouble."
This bow is really unbearable!
Lin Zhengyi hurriedly came forward to help him, but he couldn't help him. He had to bend down and return the greeting, "Mr. Watanabe, you get up first, get up first."
What happened yesterday was our fault. The guy who made the rude remarks has been fired.
I am organizing a staff meeting today to talk about civility and courtesy, especially the courtesy to foreign guests."
Watanabe Xiong has made all psychological preparations. If someone scolds him again, he will just spit it out and endure it. It’s just that Father Lin attributes the root cause of the matter to ‘civilization and politeness’...
The old devil blurted out, "No. This is not a matter of politeness, this is a matter of norms and discipline."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Father Lin had not yet reacted.
Watanabe bowed again: "Sorry, I'm still too excited. I shouldn't accuse you in person, it's too rude. Please forgive me."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter." It was just a few words, and Father Lin felt that it was quite tiring to communicate with Mr. Watanabe. He liked to bow, which made his waist suffer too.
The two sides are talking like a chicken talking to a duck.
But after hearing the words "It doesn't matter", Watanabe Ou looked uncomfortable as if he was constipated. He was short and twisted around, as if he was unhappy because he was not vomiting.
Father Lin saw that Watanabe wanted to speak but didn't. He felt even more uncomfortable than the other person. "Mr. Watanabe, you can speak frankly. We Chinese people are relatively free-spirited."
Watanabe couldn't hold it in anymore and said tactfully: "Lin Sang, shouldn't management work be less 'indifferent'? Wouldn't that be better?
Only by letting everyone work together and do their best in every detail can we succeed. Do you accept this view?"
This is really euphemistic.
But Father Lin felt that the other party was cursing him in a roundabout way. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and decided not to dwell on the details anymore. It would be more serious to quickly invite this old devil into the factory for a meeting.
Just when he heard that the meeting was going to be about civility and politeness, Watanabe's reaction was even more intense than before. He bowed his head downward again and shouted solemnly:
"Lin Sang, please forgive me, the bad habit of holding random meetings is deeply abhorred in Japan. I just couldn't stand all kinds of inexplicable meetings, so I took the initiative to be transferred to China.
I also know that Chinese companies also have a lot of meetings. If you can’t hold meetings, don’t hold them. It’s a waste of time and meaningless.”
Before one bow was finished, the other bowed again.
Watanabe immediately apologized, "I'm very sorry. I didn't use honorifics and said something I shouldn't have said. Please forgive me."
Lin Zhengxin said that he had better stop talking nonsense, and pulled Watanabe away. There was a small auditorium in the factory, and two to three hundred people were already sitting there. Everyone had been notified early in the morning that a meeting was to be held.
Meetings are common in state-owned enterprises. They are held every day, every month, and last forever. It is not unusual to hold several meetings a day.
There was a joke in the past that said, ‘If the Kuomintang pays more taxes, the Communist Party will pay more’.
Even though the battery factory has been reorganized, the core things have not changed at all.
Lin Zhengyi became the director of the factory, but he still had to hold meetings. He invited Watanabe to the rostrum, took the streamlined supervisors to sit down one by one, and introduced the new quality control engineer and international friend Yu Watanabe to the entire factory staff.
gentlemen.
Let’s forget about the monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.
The whole audience applauded and stood up to welcome him.
The scene was quite lively, and things seemed to be moving in a good direction.
But amid the applause, a young man burst in from outside the small auditorium and walked straight to the podium. Most people in the factory didn't know him, but they knew Lin Wan, who was chasing after him in small steps.
Lin Wan studies well, has a good personality, works well, and is beautiful. She has been Lin Zhengyi's pride since she was a child. When the employees in the small auditorium saw this scene, they all stood up in excitement.
There is fun to watch.
The young man appeared, and Lin Zhengyi, who was in the middle of the podium, felt his heart pounding. He realized that things were about to get worse.
really......
The young man stood in the audience and said loudly: "Uncle Lin, you are not suitable to be a leader. I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't grasp it.
This was an unnecessary meeting, meaningless, but you still held it. I had hoped that you could break away from the shackles of the past and create a new situation.
But now it seems that you are not capable of being a factory director, you are still playing the same old tricks, and you cannot keep up with the fast-developing era. 'Holy Light' has no time and money to waste on you.
I now announce that you will be relieved of your position as the director of the battery factory and become the deputy director responsible for technology research and development. For Lin Wan's sake, your salary will remain unchanged."
Lin Wan was out of breath as she chased Zhou Qingfeng, but now she knew that the matter was irreversible. She looked at her father with a tragic face on the stage and could only sigh.
There was a sudden uproar in the small auditorium. This appointment was so unexpected.
Naturally, there is no need to guess the identity of the young man. Everyone knows that this is the boss of his group, His Excellency the President.
On the rostrum, Watanabe Yuya was in a daze. He did not expect that he would see Zhou Qingfeng under such circumstances. The black hand who he imagined should be ruthless and cunning turned out to be young and shameless.
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and said: "Mr. Watanabe, this is our first meeting. Welcome to your arrival. I am Zhou Qingfeng, the president of 'Holy Light'. I spent a monthly salary of 100,000 Hong Kong dollars to recruit you."
Watanabe quickly stood up from his seat on the rostrum, jogged down and bowed to Zhou Qingfeng, "Your Excellency, President, I am Yu Watanabe. It's a great pleasure to meet you."
Zhou Qingfeng only shook hands with the other party. He was tall, looked down and asked: "Your Excellency Watanabe, I need a manager who can boldly carry out reforms and have an open mind.
Your work history interests me very much. You can become the director of the battery factory. I hope you can make some achievements."
What......?
The roles are reversed.
Father Lin, who was still on the podium, was stunned on the spot, and his efforts to draw water from a bamboo basket came to nothing.
Even Watanabe himself was stunned. How could he become the factory director?
Zhou Qingfeng reached out and patted Mr. Watanabe on the shoulder, "That's it. Secretary Lin, help Mr. Watanabe handle the job handover to ensure that he can exercise his responsibilities and powers."
Lin Wan sighed, looked at her poor father, and reluctantly agreed: "Okay."
After the dismissal and appointment were announced, Zhou Qingfeng turned around and left, as if he had done an insignificant thing. As he was about to leave the small auditorium, Watanabe Xiong suddenly shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, President, thank you very much for your trust."
Zhou Qingfeng turned around slightly and said in a deep voice: "My monthly salary is one hundred thousand, don't let my money go to waste, otherwise the consequences will be serious."