Chapter 66 Killing Stick: First (third update, first update)

Kong Xiaoming only felt a "buzzing" sound in his mind, and then it went blank. Lin Zheng said something next, but he didn't know anything. He had only one thought in his mind: a department-level cadre with four bedrooms and two living rooms, an annual salary of 100,000 yuan, and the unit will equip a special car...

In 1994, an annual salary of 100,000 was an unimaginable number for Chinese people. A major leader of a department-level state-owned enterprise did not dare to make 100,000 yuan a year, let alone government officials, it would be no less if a core leader of a real-powered department could make 40,000 or 50,000 yuan a year. Senior electronic engineers, speaking of this, would be easy to make 400,000 yuan a year with their own abilities 10 years later. But now in 1994, the senior electronic engineer who has not changed his mind has a pitiful income of poor year, especially the electronics engineers in state-owned enterprises with rigid systems that are dying. Otherwise, Kong Xiaoming's mattress would not have been so tight that he could not even afford to buy a refrigerator.

It was unknown how long it took for Kong Xiaoming to wake up slowly. It was not until this time that he suddenly realized that Lin Zheng had not hung up the phone.

When Lin Zheng heard that there was finally movement on the other end of the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he didn't scare this person.

"Mr. Lin, you... asked me to consider..." Kong Xiaoming, who was finally no longer blank in his mind, was very fucked.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call." Lin Zheng agreed immediately.

Kong Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief and was very grateful for Lin Zheng's failure to make a decision immediately.

But before he could put his heart that had just been jumping back into his stomach, Lin Zheng added, "Mr. Kong, please call me after you have considered it, and I will book a plane ticket for you... Well, if your colleagues in your unit want to come out with you to create a career, as long as you think it is suitable, you can also recommend it together. For engineers or above, I guarantee that the monthly salary is not less than 3,000."

The monthly salary of an engineer is no less than 3,000? Kong Xiaoming felt dizzy again: 3,000 a month!

—————————————————————

With Lianchuang Technology's insistence, the leaders of Yueshui District did not do anything more. After receiving the promise that Lianchuang Technology promised that the Yueshui District Finance would provide workers in the district radio factory with half a year's salary, and after half a year they would take over all workers' wages expenses in the district radio factory, the leaders of Yueshui District were in a very happy mood to sign the contract.

As long as you sign, the down payment of 1 million yuan this year will be paid. At that time, it will be enough to pay the people who go to the radio factory to pay the rest. As for the rest, you can do something else.

The signing ceremony was held in the district hall. As the representative of the district radio factory, the old factory director Wu Dajun participated in the signing ceremony as the factory representative. When the contract was officially signed, the old factory director suddenly shed tears: the workers who did not retire in the factory are still state workers in the staffing, but their wages will be allocated by the district finance within the next six months, and after half a year, Lianchuang Technology will pay them until they retire. The old brothers no longer have to worry about their future lives, just...

At the factory-wide staff meeting, looking at the more than 200 workers in the factory, Lin Zheng and Tan Na frowned at the same time: The workers' reaction was a bit wrong.

"Old factory manager, what's going on?" Lin Zheng was not a fool. He keenly realized that something might happen soon.

"What...what is going on..." The old factory manager hesitated, his eyes dodging and he was afraid to look at Lin Zheng's eyes.

"Old factory manager, I'm not a blind man. Everyone's thoughts are written on their faces. Please tell me what do you want to do? It's really hard to save it, and then things will be bad." Lin Zheng lowered his voice and looked at the old factory manager with his eyes burning, hoping that the old factory manager would stop at the last moment.

No matter what, I have worked in this factory for a month. Looking at the familiar faces, Lin Zheng didn't really want to overdo things.

Lin Zheng's eyes made the old factory director feel faint: Why does this kid's eyes seem to see through his heart? But at this time, what else can he do? He said with a tough bullet, "It's really okay."

Lin Zheng looked at the old factory manager deeply and stopped talking. He gave him face to others, but his face was earned by himself. He took the initiative to put his face up and asked for trouble. No wonder others didn't give you face.

For some reason, looking at Lin Zheng's calm face, it seemed that he had expected what happened next, and the old factory manager suddenly felt a little regretful.

………………………………………

Sitting upright, Lang Xuan seemed to have no idea that the undercurrent was brewing below. She sat on the rostrum and talked to the workers below, "Today's conference, there is no other meaning. It's just a meeting between us, let's get to know each other, and what ideas do you think about your future work, and you can say it, and you can just speak freely."

"Can you really say anything?" Someone shouted in the crowd below.

"You can say anything, but if you have something to say, please stand in front."

"Then I'll just say it straight. I am Liu Dabao, who is a rough man. If you don't say anything nice, you can take care of it." A big and thick man squeezed into the front row from behind and said to Lang Xuan.

Seeing that the clothes were dressed neatly surprised Lin Zheng.

"Tell me." Lang Xuan nodded without commenting, "As long as what you said makes sense, the company will consider it as appropriate."

"Lin Zheng, what's going on? Why do I feel like the workers are brewing something?" Tan Na lowered her voice and asked Lin Zheng. Although she had no work experience, the woman's natural sixth sense told her that the atmosphere in this temporary venue is a bit wrong, wrong, very wrong.

Lin Zheng's brows were already frowning into the word "chuan", and his feeling of badness became stronger and stronger. He lowered his voice and said, "I think someone might be planning to give us a warning."

"Give us a warning? Are they crazy?" Tan Na was young and inexperienced. He heard that he was surprised and almost screamed out. He lowered his voice and asked Lin Zheng, "Don't they know that from now on, the factory is ours, and they still have to rely on us to pay them wages?"

"Of course they know, but because of this, they are fearless," Lin Zheng sneered, "Did you forget? We not only promised that all of these workers would stay, but we would not be fired for no reason. These people have always been workers in state-owned enterprises. From now on, we will not only pay them wages, but also pay them pension insurance... Since there are these guarantees, what are they afraid of?"
Chapter completed!