After listening to Fang Chen's words, a trace of joy flashed on Deng Jun's face, and he just wanted to say something, but his heart suddenly shook, and the joy on his face gradually disappeared, and finally lowered his head again, his expression was hesitant, and he fell into the battle between heaven and man.

He didn't know if he should believe Fang Chen's words.

He knew very well that for the rest of the people, the more than 2,800 employees of the telephone equipment factory were indeed a burden, because they could not create so many benefits, and even the benefits they created could not even support them, and it was very difficult for them to support the more than 1,200 retired workers and disabled personnel in the factory.

There is no way, the orders of the telephone equipment factory every month can only meet half of the operating rate, that is to say, the telephone equipment factory can actually lay off half of the people.

Even after laying off half of the staff, the telephone equipment factory will become even better!

Not to mention that the wages can be paid sufficiently, and a lot of profits can be left to the factory, even if it is not impossible to pay profits and taxes again, and there is no need to be afraid of being looked down upon wherever you go, which is simply a good thing to kill multiple birds with one stone.

As soon as he remembered that he was a deputy department-level factory director, and he still had to look at Li Yuqiang's face at the county and regiment level, he was angry.

But what about the more than 1,400 employees who were laid off?

Who cares if they live or die?

To be honest, Fang Chen's assurance really moved his heart, and even at that moment just now, he did have the urge to unload the burden on his shoulders, but reason still stopped him.

He pinned too much affection on the telephone equipment factory, and when the factory was built in the sixties, he was already there, living in a reed mat shed, opening mountains and building roads, leveling the land, pulling wires, building houses, and he had never done any dirty work!

It can be said that the telephone equipment factory has entrusted him with too many blood, tears and laughter, and even he feels that he has been integrated with the telephone equipment factory.

Therefore, he really can't afford to look away.

Fang Chen quietly looked at Deng Jun, who was blue and white for a while, and did not urge, waiting for Deng Jun to make the final decision.

In fact, he felt that Deng Jun was thinking too much, and his promise to Deng Jun would definitely come true, just like the promise he made to Xiaobawang's employees at that time.

It's a pity that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, not to mention that Deng Jun doesn't know how many ups and downs he has experienced, especially the old rivers and lakes who have traveled from chaos for ten years, he can trust others so easily, and he understands this.

But, to be honest, he saw the more than 2,800 employees as his wealth, and even the key to his decision to buy the telephone equipment factory.

Or else?

He will not do it for the land of the telephone equipment factory, which is ten kilometers away from the city, let alone now, even twenty years later, this land is not worth much.

This is also considered to be experience, and it is the experience he learned from the little overlord.

During the Xiaobawang period, the biggest difficulty he faced was not that the enemy was too strong, nor that he needed to spend too much money, but that the production capacity was not enough.

To put it simply, it's nobody.

There's no way, Xiaobawang's foundation is too thin, and there are only about a hundred people at the beginning.

At that time, Chen Mingyong squatted in the talent market all day to recruit people, and he almost lived in the talent market, so it was easy to say that he recruited another 100 people.

But what did it turn out for?

At that time, these 200 or so people worked overtime every day for a full month, and as a result, as soon as the Xiaobawang game console appeared on New Year's Day, all the game consoles accumulated in a month were sold in three days.

At that time, he was really happy and anxious.

The sales of joy are so amazing, I can't eat it in a hurry.

It's the kind of feeling that flies in the sky, runs underground, swims in the sea, and all kinds of delicacies are placed in front of your eyes, but you can only stare dryly.

There was no way, his stomach and mouth were already stuffed.

Later, he acquired eleven game console companies smaller than Xiaobawang, which somewhat alleviated the embarrassment of extreme lack of production capacity, and it was precisely because of this that Xiaobawang had the confidence to fight with Lianhua, Feihao, and Kuzi, and finally successfully swallowed the entire Lingnan game console market.

Otherwise, just 200 people would want to eat it, and the game console market, which seemed to be incomparably huge at that time, really couldn't be eaten to death, and couldn't be eaten to death.

However, after the acquisition of Lianhua's three, a lot of new employees were recruited, and Foxconn was allowed to share more than half of the production capacity pressure.

It can be said that the problem of insufficient production capacity has been accompanied by the growth of Xiaobawang, and even now it has not been completely solved.

However, this production capacity is Fang Chen's intention not to solve, anyway, the national market is already his, it can be said that there is no one here who can fight, so why should he be in a hurry and eat the cake in front of him?

Now Xiaobawang is already qualified to sit down and slowly taste the sweetness of this cake.

In addition, there is one of the most important reasons, that is, Fang Chen does not want to recruit so many employees, it doesn't matter when the market situation is good, but if the situation is not good, then it is like the current telephone equipment factory, and the people who recruit more are burdens, and the burden that can drag the factory down.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen suddenly realized that he was a hunger marketer, wouldn't that mean that the title of the first generation of Monkey King would be transferred from Lei Jun's to his head.

In an instant, Fang Chen was a little square.

After a few breaths, Fang Chen came to his senses, and his thoughts returned to the present.

He really didn't want to face the dilemma caused by this lack of production capacity, and the feeling that he couldn't eat the delicious food in front of him was too anxious.

The acquisition of telephone equipment factory is a good choice, more than 2,800 employees, which is placed in the communications industry, is really a well-known factory, can be a good solution to the problem of insufficient production capacity in the early stage.

As for cumbersome?

Inexistent!

The communications market is not the same as the game console market.

Five or six thousand employees are enough to eat the entire game console market.

And for the communication market, which is not known to be many times larger than the game console market, Huawei has 170,000 employees in the future, and it will occupy most of the Chinese communication market, not to mention that Fangchen will also enter the world in the future, what are these 2,800 people?

Even if it doubled again, Fang Chen would eat it without hesitation.

These people can't play a corresponding role in Deng Jun's hands, but in his hands it's different, if one person can't be regarded as two people, he writes backwards.

Seeing that Deng Jun was still hesitating, Fang Chen decided to add another fire, and said with a smile: "Director Deng, you may not know that in Lingnan, if you want to join our Xiaobawang Company, you really have to break your head to get in." ”

Hearing this, Deng Jun pursed his lips and expressed his disbelief, he was not unaware of the economic situation in Lingnan, and it was very good! Enterprises recruiting workers were everywhere, and how good a good enterprise would be to break their heads and rush to go.

If it is a local state-owned factory or a bank, he can probably believe a little, after all, it does not mean that Fang Chen is rich, and the workers below can also be rich.

"Do you know how much we ordinary workers can get a month?" Fang Chen continued.

Hearing this, Deng Jun lowered his head and thought about it, now the factories and mining enterprises in Luozhou, if the benefits are good, can probably get a little more than 200 yuan.

The salary in Lingnan is naturally higher than that in Luozhou, and looking at Fang Chen's confident appearance, it should not be low.

Deng Jun thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "Three hundred?"

Fang Chen suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand, and spread his five fingers, "More than five hundred!"

"So high!" Deng Jun's eyes were about to pop out in surprise.

You must know that it is more difficult for the telephone equipment factory now, and the workers in the factory pay about 150 yuan a month.

According to this calculation, the wages of the workers of the enterprises under Fang Chen's name for one month are not more than the wages of the workers of their factories for more than three months.

But who knows, Fang Chen waved his hand gently, "More than five hundred is not high, this is already the minimum wage, the team leaders can pay more than seven hundred, the dispatcher can send about one thousand, the workshop director can pay one thousand five hundred yuan, and two more months of salary will be paid as a year-end bonus during the New Year." ”

Deng Jun was stunned, in order to share weal and woe, not to mention the workshop director, it was him, and he was also paid the same salary as ordinary workers, one hundred and fifty yuan a month, as for the bonus or something, it had not been paid for two years, and a few ribbon fish, melon seeds, peanut candy or something during the New Year, even if it was the New Year.

In other words, Xiaobawang's workshop director, a month's salary is higher than his year's salary.

What a terrible capitalism!

But who doesn't love money?

He finally believed what Fang Chen said, if he could really earn more than five hundred yuan a month, he felt that it would be possible to kill someone, let alone break his head.

He is not talking nonsense, but there are examples.

In the early years, that is, when the telephone equipment factory was still called the 537 factory.

At that time, the efficiency of the factory was good, every year when recruiting workers, there was a little turmoil, one year for a recruitment quota, two young men fought, one of them was killed, the other was sentenced to life, neither of them entered their factory.

"Then how much do you cadres pay?" asked Deng Jun rubbing his face fiercely.

"Minister-level and branch factory directors, a monthly salary of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, the annual salary of the deputy general manager is one million, and the annual salary of the general manager is two million. Fang Chen said without being shocked.

Really, Deng Jun was speechless, he found that what burdens and burdens he talked about with Fang Chen were all fucking nonsense.

They have more than 4,000 people in the factory, and their annual salary is only more than 7 million, and if they put it here in Fang Chen, damn it, the salaries of several managers are enough.

He really has a lot of knowledge, he knows what a billionaire is, and he knows how billionaires spend money, which is like having a mountain of gold at home, and taking money is not money!

Deng Jun felt panicked, aggrieved, too fucking aggrieved!

This gap is too big, so big that it can't be calculated, it's simply the difference between cloud and mud, the difference between heaven and earth.