The two got off the car, Uncle Meng walked over to chat with Uncle Zhang, while Tie Jun looked around curiously at this magical Sanlu Factory in his memory.
The factory area is a ring-shaped building, with two-story factory buildings in the north and three-story buildings in the south, a five-story office building in the east, and a six-story residential building in the southeast corner.
According to Uncle Meng's introduction, Sanlu Factory has thousands of employees and a factory area of over 10,000 square meters. It is a national second-level enterprise.
But the Sanlu Factory that caught Tie Jun's eyes was extremely depressed. There were thousands of people working in the factory, but he couldn't see many people walking around. Tie Jun was a little confused.
"Are you a little disappointed?"
Uncle Meng chatted with Uncle Zhang for a while, walked behind Tie Jun, reached out and patted Tie Jun on the shoulder, and asked with a smile.
"Well, a little bit!"
"This is why I advise you to be careful.
My uncle has been dealing with them for four years, and it has always been so bad.
If I hadn't been moved by those disabled workers and had a close personal relationship with Lao Wu, I would have given up on their family long ago.
Let’s go, go upstairs first, meet Factory Director Du, and ask him to show you around in person!”
Tie Jun nodded and followed Uncle Meng into the office building.
As soon as you enter the door, you are facing a cement screen painted green. In front of the screen is a large mirror with the words "Gift from the Beijing Municipal Civil Affairs Bureau" written in red on the edge.
Behind the screen is a staircase, with long corridors on both sides, offices one after another, with doors next to each other, and small signs with red letters hanging above them.
Standing in the middle and looking to both sides, there was no one there. It was even deserted than outside. In this late autumn, it seemed even more strange and desolate.
"Uncle, if a person comes in this late at night, he will be scared to death!"
"Hahaha, coupled with the creaking sound of the door opening, it will be even scarier!"
Continuing forward, bypassing the screen, it was an old-fashioned wide cement staircase with people walking on both sides. Tie Jun followed Uncle Meng to the second floor.
I still didn't see anyone, but I could hear a man's voice roaring very clearly, not far to the right.
"I personally put it into practice for you. One meal cost more than 500 yuan, and the beer boxes were stacked so high!
You guys are all patting your chests, and your bragging is flying all over the place!
It's better now. I've been out for more than a month and spent more than 10,000. Why don't you bring me these rags?
Do you still have the nerve to come back?
Are you still shamelessly asking me to reimburse you?
You guys spend more than 100 yuan a day to build it, but each of us, more than 1,000 people, only spends 3 yuan a day.
I look forward to your return every day, burn incense every day to bless you...
well......
To tell you the truth, we still have more than 3,000 yuan in our books, not to mention wages, we can’t even open the canteen..."
Uncle Meng and Tie Jun appeared at the door. Six men in the room lowered their heads. A thin man in his forties had tears in his eyes and was choked with sobs that he could no longer speak.
"Mr. Meng? Oh, come on, please come in!"
When the thin man saw Tie Jun and the others, he quickly wiped his face and hurried out to greet them.
"Director Du Da, why did it cause such a big fire? We were so scared that we almost ran away!"
"Oh, you made me laugh, come on, sit down and talk!"
The six people in the room saw that the factory director had a visitor and quickly left.
"Who is this?"
"Oh, this is Mr. Tie, the old uncle of our director!"
"Oh, welcome Mr. Tie, my name is Du Wu!"
"Hello, Director Du, my name is Tie Jun."
After shaking hands, Tie Jun also sat down. Director Du walked to the door and shouted: "Xiao Zhao, make two cups of tea!"
"Okay, director!"
A woman's voice came back. Director Du returned to the house, took out a pack of Beijing cigarettes, and handed each of them one cigarette.
"Smoking is not good, so let's just smoke it. Mr. Meng, you didn't even make a call, why don't you let me go down and buy a pack of good cigarettes?"
"I also missed you on a whim, so I came over for a walk!"
Tie Jun took out his lighter and the three of them lit cigarettes. Director Du pulled up a chair and sat across from the two of them.
"Lao Du, I heard from Lao Wu that the new product Dabao sod honey is selling well. Why..."
"Alas! Mr. Meng, you don't know!
The sales are good, but they are all white notes, so I can’t collect cash in cash!”
"How could this happen? If I don't give you money, you still..."
"There is no way, as you know, we are a welfare factory under the Civil Affairs Bureau.
The new products have been promoted to brother companies by the leaders, and they are paid with white slips. No, after being spread out for more than a month, these rags are collected!"
Following Director Du's hand, the two of them noticed that there were many old-style radios piled in the corner.
"That's it. At least I can get some money back. The rest is that the results have not been good recently and we will wait until the end of the year!"
"Does that mean you really have no money?"
“My brother, can you have no money?
Isn’t it just bullying that we are a welfare factory, with state subsidies, knowing that people will not starve to death, and deliberately dragging us down!”
Hearing this, Tie Jun laughed, knowing that all his tricks to collect debts were useless.
Originally, I wanted to take Da Zhuang to the south to show off his skills, but the plan did not change quickly. Da Zhuang joined the criminal police team, and the matter was ruined.
I didn’t expect that when I first arrived in Beijing, there were so many shameless companies bullying a small welfare factory.
It just so happens that I have enough people and a lot of money, so I can take them to play.
Thinking of this, Tie Jun smiled and asked: "Director Du, how much foreign debt are there in total?"
"More than 6 million!"
"How many are there?"
"6...6 families!"
"Brother Meng is here!"
As soon as Director Du finished speaking, a woman without a left hand walked in while talking, holding a tray in her hand, and her bare left forearm looked like a waxwood pole.
The woman is about 30 years old, very pretty, very clean, and has a light fragrance on her washed white blue work clothes.
"Xiao Zhao, when are you and Lao Wu going to have your wedding?"
Uncle Meng seemed to be very familiar with this woman, so he asked a very pointed question.
"No time, he is nowhere to be seen from day to day, and he has long forgotten what you, the introducer, said!"
While the woman was talking, she put the tray on the coffee table. Uncle Meng and Tie Jun reached out together and each brought back a cup of tea.
"If he dares, I will look for him later. Things must be done this year. If he dares to cheat, I will smash all his bottles and cans!"
"That's not possible. Our factory depends entirely on his bottles and cans to survive!"
Director Du was startled and spoke to stop him. Uncle Meng laughed, and Xiao Zhao also laughed.
"Director, you really take it seriously. What kind of relationship does Brother Meng have with them? He just talks about it!"
"Well, my sister still understands me, so we won't mess with it, but the wedding must be done this year, Lao Wu Na, leave it to my brother!"
"Haha, then I heard you believe it. Let's talk. I'm going to the workshop!"
After Xiao Zhao finished speaking, he nodded to a few people, turned around and left the room, closing the door gently.
After Xiao Zhao left, Director Du and Lao Meng watched Tie Jun together. It was obvious that their thoughts were still on the foreign debt issue, waiting for Tie Jun's next step.
Tie Jun didn't want to deal with this matter now. He had to see it first before talking about it, so he put on a simple and honest smile.