When he got home, Qiao Wen told his grandmother the news that he had found a job. The old man was so happy that he didn't know what to do. He quickly took out the suit that his grandson bought for the job search, ironed it carefully, and cooked a big pot for his grandson. To replenish the soup, I watched him drink two bowls before giving up.
The next day, Qiao Wen, a freshman in the workplace in the 1970s, put on a brand new small suit, carried a briefcase, and went out refreshed.
Lin Zhaoming was really kind to his illegitimate son, and specially provided a Chevrolet car and driver for Lin Zihui who went to work.
Lin Zihui was a very enthusiastic and kind young man. Knowing that Qiao Wen was in poor health, he went to the factory on the first day and asked the driver to pick him up at the gate of the Walled City.
As for Chen Jianan, because Qiao Wen went to work on the first day, his cheap brother was like a worried old father, and he had to personally send him out to the car to be at ease.
Lin Zihui, who was on the opposite side of the road, was standing outside the car door. When he saw the two of them, he waved happily: "Ah Wen!"
Qiao Wen raised his hand and responded with a smile, pulled Chen Jianan across the road to him, and asked, "Zihui, have you been waiting for a long time?"
Lin Zihui shook his head with a smile: "No, I just arrived."
Qiao Wen looked at the car behind him and said, "The car is not bad."
Lin Zihui rubbed his head and smiled a little silly: "I didn't think it was necessary, but my dad insisted on getting me a car."
Although he said this on his mouth, he was clearly very happy in his heart.
When he came to this world, except for the No. 11 bus and rickshaw that Qiao Wen had brought with him, there was only Chen Jianan's back. He had never even taken a tram before, and it was his first time to take a car.
To say I'm not curious would be a lie.
Seeing the light in his eyes when he saw the car, Chen Jianan said indifferently: "You like cars, I will buy them for you when your brother has money."
Qiao Wen looked at him amusedly, and wanted to tease him, but thinking that he, a big boss who had become a proud Hong Kong city in just a few years in the original book, was not talking big, so he raised his eyebrows and nodded: " OK, then I'll wait for you to buy it."
However, after Chen Jianan finished speaking, he remembered that his current property was only a few hundred dollars. Although he wanted to make Qiao Wen happy, this big talk was a bit too much, so he quickly cleared his throat and added: "But we have to wait several years."
Qiao Wen laughed: "As long as you are sincere, it doesn't matter how many years you have."
"Of course I am sincere." Seeing the driver come down to open the door, Chen Jianan hurriedly said to Lin Zihui, "Four-eyed boy, Xiao Qiao, please take care of him. He is not in good health. Don't let him get tired. Someone bullies him , you come back and tell me."
Lin Zihui smiled and said: "Don't worry, Ah Wen is my friend, I will take good care of him."
After watching the two of them get into the back seat, Chen Jianan retreated to the curb, and watched the car slowly leave in the dust rolled up by the wheels, feeling a bit worried as a traveling mother scratching her heart and lungs.
Qiao Wen looked at the young people who disappeared into the rearview mirror little by little, and shook his head amusedly.
"You and Anan have such a good relationship, better than any brothers I've ever met." Lin Zihui sighed beside him.
Qiao Wen said casually: "Growing up together, we often eat the same pot of food and sleep under the same bed, no different from brothers."
Lin Zihui showed an envious expression: "Although I have a half-brother, I haven't met him a few times. I grew up alone, and I don't have many friends around me. Seeing you like this makes me really envious. "
Qiao Wen said, "Aren't we friends now?"
Lin Zihui nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, it's really a pleasure meeting you."
Qiao Wen glanced at him calmly, the original book described more than once that the hero is a lonely person in his heart, after all, this is a standard feature of beauty, strength and misery. Now it seems that it is true. Mingming has only met him a few times, but he obviously treats himself very sincerely.
He smiled and said, "I'm happy too."
The road is slightly bumpy, and the comfort of this classic car is not as good as it will be decades later, but in this era, owning a car is not only convenient, but also a status symbol.
Qiao Wen decided to include the car in his list of short-term goals.
After all, there is no man who does not love cars.
At this time, Lin Zihui took out a contract and rubbed the back of his head a little embarrassedly: "My father said that if you come to work with me, you must have a position, so I will hire you as a secretary first, and the salary and dividends are all in this position." In the employment contract, do you see if there is any problem?"
Qiao Wen took the contract and glanced at it, mainly to check the salary.
The monthly salary is 1,000, and there is a 10% bonus from the factory at the end of the year. This dividend, in his era, was definitely at the level of top executives.
This kind of treatment looks very generous on the surface, which makes people have no doubt about Lin Zhaoming's reuse of him.
But he didn't intend to be happy so early in his heart.
"Thank you Dad for me, I'm fine." Qiao Wen signed the contract with a smile,
Sure enough, when he arrived at the Mingyue Garment Factory in Tianwan, Qiao Wen suddenly realized Lin Zhaoming's convenience.
Lin Zhaoming came to Hong Kong City in the late 1940s. At that time, the manufacturing industry in Hong Kong City was booming. Especially after the war, the textile industry moved from the inland to the south, which gave many people opportunities. Lin Zhaoming saved his first pot of gold by running a small business, and founded Mingyue Textile Factory. Be the city tycoon.
In the 1960s, the number of textile factories in Hong Kong City increased from more than one hundred to thousands. The competition was fierce at one time. However, the garment industry was growing rapidly. Fashionable and cheap clothing sold well all over the world. Many textile factories turned into garment factories. Mingyue Textile Factory is one of them.
But a few years ago, European and American countries began to impose import quotas, and the quotas in Hong Kong City were almost monopolized by several companies. If small companies wanted to export, they had to buy quotas from these big capitalists, resulting in very thin profits.
Lin Zhaoming's business focus has already shifted, so naturally he doesn't need to rely on garment factories to make money, and changes in the industry have little impact on him. Now Mingyue Garment Factory is surviving on the cheap market in Southeast Asia. The reason why it has not been closed is probably because this factory has a special meaning to Lin Zhaoming.
Qiao Wen had to lament that Lin Zhaoming was indeed an old fox, and he seemed to have generously painted a 10% pie, but the profit of this factory for a year was probably negative.
Fortunately, giving a basic salary of 1,000 yuan is not too wicked, so I won't let myself do it for nothing.
"Young Master Hui, you're here!"
The car stopped at the gate of the factory, and a middle-aged man who had obviously been waiting for a while came up to him.
Lin Zihui said: "You are Uncle Dong, right?"
Wu Yaodong smiled and nodded: "That's right, Mr. Lin said that Young Master Hui is coming today, and I made preparations early in the morning."
"Uncle Dong is too polite, I just came here to study. By the way, this is Secretary Qiao who is with me." Lin Zihui introduced politely, "Awen, this is Manager Wu of Mingyue Garment Factory. He was there when my dad opened the factory, and he's a serious veteran of the factory."
Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Hello, Manager Wu."
He was wearing a formal attire for his first day at work today, and his hair was neatly done with pomade. It was a very formal attire. However, because he was only eighteen years old, no matter how mature he was dressed, he still looked like a young man. .
Wu Yaodong naturally didn't pay attention to such a half-grown child, and said with a smile: "Secretary Qiao is so young, just call me Uncle Dong like Young Master Hui, and everyone in the factory calls me that."
"Okay. Uncle Dong."
Qiao Wen looked at this Uncle Dong calmly, wearing a traditional short jacket, he looked like an old-school guy, and he also had a little bit of social air.
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Wu Yaodong led the two of them to an office. The room wasn't too big, but the windows were bright and clean, and there were a few pots of flowers and green plants, which must have been cleaned up by someone.
He smiled and said, "Young Master Hui, this is the office I prepared for you. Are you satisfied?"
Lin Zihui looked around and nodded, "Very good." Then he said, "Uncle Dong, please show us the production line first. We just came here and don't know anything, so we'll learn from the basics."
Wu Yaodong laughed and said, "I don't need Mr. Hui to go to the production line in person. It's dirty and noisy. If you are in the office, just tell me what you want. Mr. Lin arranged for you to come to the factory. I can't let you suffer here. "
Lin Zihui said with a smile, "What did Uncle Dong say? I came to the factory to do business, not to have fun."
Wu Yaodong waved his hand, he had no intention of continuing to talk to him about this matter, he just said: "I'll go to the workshop to see, you are in the office, I'll send someone to bring you tea and snacks."
"Hey Uncle Dong!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Zihui hurriedly called to stop him.
Wu Yaodong turned around at the door, still smiling attentively: "Young Master Hui, what else do you need, just tell me?"
Lin Zihui was arranged by him, and for a moment he forgot what he wanted to say.
It was still Qiao Wen who answered, "Uncle Dong, we didn't know what to do when we first arrived, why don't you bring the account book and show it to Young Master Hui first?"
Wu Yaodong was taken aback for a moment, and before he could speak, Qiao Wen smiled again: "Shao Hui studied business, are you afraid that he won't understand the account book?"
Wu Yaodong smiled sheepishly: "How can it be? How long do you want it? I'll have someone send it here."
Lin Zihui: "Last year and this year will do."
Wu Yaodong opened the door and left. After a while, a middle-aged woman who claimed to be a factory accountant brought two stacks of ledgers to the office.
This era is still a few decades away from paperless office. So much has to be read, and I don’t know when it will be.
Seeing Lin Zihui pick up a book and pretend to read it carefully, Qiao Wen said with a smile, "Young Master Hui, are you going to read it all?"
Lin Zihui said: "The cost of raw materials, labor and other costs, as well as the sales price, you have to understand."
Qiao Wen didn't say anything, but just dug out last year's ledger, and sure enough, not only did he not make any money, but he even made a small loss, so he knew it wasn't such a good thing.
He thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Young Master Hui, do you really think that the numbers on the ledger are the same as the actual numbers?"
Lin Zihui raised his head and looked at him inexplicably.
Qiao Wen said: "Your father hasn't managed this factory himself for many years, and he didn't expect to make money from it, so he left it to Uncle Dong. Have you ever thought that these ledgers are only for people to see?"
Lin Zihui's expression was a little dazed, half understanding.
Qiao Wen said: "This factory should have not made any money for several years. But as far as I know, although it has not exported to Europe and the United States, the factory is not short of orders and has been working all the time. Is there a problem if it doesn't make any money?"
Lin Zihui frowned and asked in a low voice, "You mean Uncle Dong?"
Qiao Wen said: "What's going on, we'll find out if we go to the warehouse and production line to see."
The two didn't say hello, and went directly to the factory next to them.
It was past nine o'clock at this time, and the production line had been working for a long time.
In its heyday, the factory had seven or eight hundred people. After downsizing over the years, there are only about 300 people left. In this day and age, it's definitely not a big deal, but it's still passable.
The workshop was very simple, and the rows of sewing machines looked very crowded, full of machine noise and flying dust, Qiao Wen couldn't help coughing twice.
Lin Zihui heard the sound and hurriedly said, "Awen, are you alright?"
Qiao Wen waved his hand, covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, and glanced at the workshop. Most of the workers were in their thirties or forties or even older, so they should be old workers.
Experienced workers naturally have their strengths, but there are bound to be many problems. At least in this workshop, he did not see efficiency.
When passing by an operation table, Lin Zihui picked up a semi-finished product, and then couldn't help frowning, because the workmanship was very rough. Although the factory produces cheap ready-made garments, such quality is really too perfunctory.
"Young Master Hui, why did you come to the workshop?"
The two were visiting, and Wu Yaodong hurried over.
Lin Zihui smiled and said, "I just took a look."
Wu Yaodong sighed and said, "The workshop is noisy and dirty, and many workers are ignorant. You should go back to the office quickly. If you are wronged, how can I explain to Mr. Lin?"
Lin Zihui laughed and said, "I'll take a tour of the factory floor, how can I be wronged?"
Wu Yaodong pushed him outside: "My young master, let's go out."
Lin Zihui glanced at Qiao Wen and saw that the other party nodded slightly, so he didn't insist anymore, walked out along Wu Yaodong, and returned to the previous office.
Wu Yaodong graciously brought a table of refreshments, Lin Zihui politely thanked him, and asked Qiao Wen to enjoy it with him.
After the people left, the smile on Lin Zihui's face faded, he looked at Qiao Wen with a pensive expression, and said, "Ah Wen, what do you think?"
Ever since he met Lin Zihui, the hero, he has always looked like a naive young man. It is rare for him to be so serious. After thinking about it, he also understands that this factory is not that simple.
Qiao Wen now only thinks that Lin Zhaoming is really an old fox, and he really let his son exercise.
Based on his observation just now, this small factory is almost like Wu Yaodong's kingdom. The workers almost obey him. Although they know that Lin Zihui is the young boss, they react indifferently to him.
He didn't answer but instead asked: "Young Master Hui, what do you think?"
Lin Zihui waved his hands a little embarrassedly: "I'm not some young master, it's fine for others to call me, so don't make fun of me." He picked up a ledger on the table, curled his lips and said, "It seems that these are really just for people watch."
Qiao Wen joked, "Your father asked you to come here for exercise."
Lin Zihui smiled helplessly: "Uncle Dong's attitude is that he doesn't intend to let me intervene in the factory's affairs. Ah Wen, if you don't want to do it here, don't force it. I can see that you are a capable person, you can't Just get a salary of one thousand yuan."
Qiao Wen laughed: "One thousand yuan is not a small amount. Since I have signed the contract, how can I say that I will not do it. Besides, I am very poor, so I definitely don't want to take this thousand yuan all the time. You in this factory Dad will leave it to you now, you are the boss, and of course you will have the final say hereafter."
Lin Zihui hesitated.
Qiao Wen patted his arm: "Don't worry, you are a top student at Hong Kong City University, and I'm afraid that you might not be able to manage a small factory."
Lin Zihui took a deep breath, clenched his fists to cheer himself up: "That's right."