"One hundred thousand yuan monthly salary!"
Lin Zhengyi squeezed the appointment notice issued by the group, staring at the upper circle of'Zero' and screamed. Even several employees in his vicinity were surprised and leaned forward.
With Zhou Qingfeng's consent, Lin Zhengyi, the original technical section chief of the city battery factory, was reorganized and served as the factory director.
The office building of the city battery factory was turned into the group headquarters by Zhou Qingfeng. To reorganize the factory, Mr. Lin could only move the office back to the three-story small building in the original factory area.
However, the original management of the factory was swept away, and the office was a lot vacant.
The administrative and financial affairs of the factory are all streamlined and dispatched by the headquarters. The factory office has been reduced from more than 200 people to more than 30 people, with clearly defined powers and responsibilities, and improved management efficiency.
It turns out that the whole factory includes more than 1,200 retired employees. Now there are only more than 300 left by Zhou Qingfeng.
Because there are many hacks, there are also many troubles. Lin Zhengyi wanted to pay a severance pay to appease the grievances of the separated employees.
Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, and let Oriole’s Legal Department take the lead. The United Group’s Finance Department checked the accounts of more than a dozen factories, and wanted to catch some typical examples and go to jail.
If the Legal Department has no backing, fart can only smoke oneself. But if there is a backing, it is a sharp blade that sweeps invincibly.
The management of many factories is too ugly, the loopholes are too big, and the accounts simply cannot withstand investigation.
Zhou Qingfeng tried every means to get Xiao Jinlang to move, and exchanged a few clean nodded heads in the city. The two sides cooperated with each other, and they worked together to carry out cleansing in their respective sites.
With Zhou Qingfeng as the backing, Lao Xiao, the liaison minister, used his official contacts to the fullest and became a trump card of the'Holy Light'.
In the context of this cleanup, the battery factory has paid off its accumulated debts over the years, cleaned up useless waste, and re-injected 10 million in working capital.
Lin Zhengyi gathered the technical backbone of the battery factory and completed the corporate reorganization. The whole factory feels that there is rush and hope. At this moment of enthusiasm...
The headquarter of the group has a quality control engineer, who is also an external Japanese. The monthly salary is as high as 100,000..., Hong Kong dollars.
When Lin Zhengyi received this report, he jumped out of his office chair in shock.
One hundred thousand!
How can you send so much money to one person
More than 300 people in the factory have raised their wages significantly, and they only paid less than 150,000 soft sister coins in one month. Considering the exchange rate, this kid's salary is worth half a factory.
Several employees heard the yelling of Director Lin and squeezed into the director’s office. They leaned forward as if watching the excitement, and read the appointment notice issued by the group one after another.
Everyone was surprised at the'monthly salary of 100,000 yuan', and what was even more surprising was the inconspicuous sentence under the notice: Mr. Watanabe's salary and all expenses are borne by the battery factory.
Seeing this, no one in the factory wants such an inexplicable little devil.
It is too expensive to raise this person.
Can't afford it, really can't afford it.
If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng's resolute vigor and high reputation, everyone would have thought that this unknown "Watanabe Yu" was a relative of the president who came over for a meal.
In the past, the efficiency of the factory was good, and the leaders of the factory often set up names and set up positions, stuffed their relatives in to eat a big pot of rice, and eventually destroyed the factory.
Now comes a tougher one.
One hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars a month!
Doesn't it mean that the shit of this little devil is more valuable than us
The people in the factory were suddenly unbalanced.
On the contrary, Watanabe was inexplicably excited when he arrived in Tianyang, especially after he learned that he was really appointed as a quality control engineer. This made him almost forget his special mission.
As the liaison minister, Lao Xiao personally picked up the plane at the airport. Both Carl and Qin Hao asked to go to the city guest house to rest, but Watanabe was quite excited. After some courtesy, he spoke fluent Chinese and asked about his work.
"Xiao Sang, can I really manage a factory with more than 300 people?"
Sitting on the standard'Chang'an Star', Xiao Jinlang felt that the old devil who had been hired was too excited.
"Mr. Watanabe, we welcome your visit and hope that you can pass on your management experience to us.
Your job is to manage a battery factory that has just been reorganized as a quality control staff. As for the "freedom" of work, we try not to restrict it. "
After speaking, Lao Xiao asked in a low voice: "You seem to be looking forward to this job?"
Watanabe, who was in his 50s, laughed but quickly converged, and nodded seriously and seriously, "I will do my best to do my job well."
Old Xiao felt that this was so boring, as if he was playing official language. He actually didn't understand why Zhou Qingfeng had to hire an external manager and also hired a Japanese.
Tianyang Battery Factory was built in more than seven years and is located in the new city of Tianyang. The area of the factory is small, divided into several separate workshops.
A large yard in the factory serves as a parking lot. When Watanabe arrived, Lin Zhengyi led a dozen or so staff representatives in the factory to form a welcoming team—but everyone didn't look good.
The door opened and Xiao Jinlang got down first. Behind him was a short little old man with a shameless appearance. Someone in the welcome queue immediately whispered: "This old boy is worth one hundred thousand a month? He is not as tall as I am."
There was neither gongs and drums nor red carpet floor at the meeting. Watanabe is indeed not tall, only a little over one meter and five. But he was full of energy, he got off the station steadily, his eyes swept, and his momentum was not weak.
Xiao Jinlang is now equivalent to the'organization minister', leading Watanabe a few steps forward, laughing and introducing to both sides. One is the factory manager and the other is quality control. Shaking hands is considered a acquaintance.
Lao Lin was a landlord, and he had to pay more attention to "diplomacy is no small matter". He politely introduced Watanabe to the departments and front-line personnel in the factory, and led them to visit the factory.
Because it is a battery factory, it is inevitable to fiddle with lead and acid. Most of the work types in the factory are equivalent to special industries. Watanabe only glanced outside a few workshops, but refused to enter.
"The equipment in your factory is too backward. This way, you can't produce first-class products. The workers over there are even more unregulated. They don't even have basic safety protection measures."
The production of lead-acid batteries requires welding lead plate electrodes and polishing the electrodes. Watanabe refers to the welders in the workshop.
The floor of the workshop was messy, with debris flying around. Workers wore dirty work clothes, labor insurance gloves and masks, and walked around in bits and pieces.
The various parts of the battery are stacked neatly, but the operations of the employees appear sloppy and disorderly. They seem to be used to this a long time ago, and it has become natural.
Regarding the issue pointed out by Watanabe, someone in the welcoming team whispered: "I wear masks. Why are there no safety measures?"
Watanabe walked forward with great momentum. Hearing the murmur behind him, he couldn't help it. When he turned around he cursed "Pak Ga", turned his head and shouted: "The superior is talking. What qualifications does the subordinate have to interrupt?"
The person who was scolded at the back suddenly jumped with anger, "You little Japan, you have found the wrong place. Grandpa, I'm polite to you because I can look down on you. You still slap your nose on your face."
The scolded person wanted to step forward and was immediately stopped by a colleague next to him.
Watanabe stood still, his expression gloomy. He was also wondering if he should ignore the chaos in the factory, but he was extremely awkward and unbearable at the chaos.
He pointed to the workers in the welding workshop and shouted: "This way of working has been eliminated in Japan for decades. Since I am a quality control engineer in your factory, I must stop this inefficient operation.
Ordinary masks cannot filter the lead fumes generated during welding at all. I am sure that the blood lead in everyone in your factory exceeds the standard. This is extremely irresponsible for the lives of workers.
I asked the factory to rectify this. As for the worker who committed the crime, he must apologize to me and expel him. "
To apologize and then fired, the workers who were stopped were even more excited. Regardless of dissuasion, he jumped up and sprayed a thick phlegm on Watanabe's face, "Bah, you little Japanese bowler.
We have been producing in this way without any problems, and the products are selling very well. So many things happen when you come. How old are you? "
Watanabe stood still and got sprayed. Everyone, including Xiao Jinlang, was shocked.
But Watanabe took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, and said in a deep voice: "As an old worker who has been working on the production line for more than 20 years, I can't bear any management flaws.
Your work attitude that will make do with it will not produce world-class products. An undisciplined factory cannot make a world-class enterprise. "