The debts of the paper mill have been clearly divided before, and among all the debts borne by Li Xian, there is no part of the Beilin Paper Mill.

Therefore, he will certainly not be rich enough to care about these things, and only exist in a nameless debt on a bill with the signature of the old factory director and not the cashier.

Li Xian took down the factory, adding more complications to this triangular debt. Because according to the current situation, if these developers want to recover their debts, they should go to the commercial bureau or the former director of the paper mill.

But the few people who came to collect the debt didn't think so. According to their statement, they only recognize the factory and do not recognize the people, and if Li Xian takes over the factory, he has to take their debts.

As for going to the former factory director and the Commercial Bureau, they thought that this was what Li Xian should do, but it had nothing to do with them.

In the face of such unreasonableness, Li Xian was also very helpless. Figured out that this was a debt that had nothing to do with him and was destined to have no results, and he was not ready to care.

Go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to do tax exemption, Sina's excellent formula patent, and go to the bureau to reflect the road cleanup, and I still have a lot of things, how can I have time to mess around with this group of guys?

Ignoring the other party's entanglement, Li Xian left the factory directly.

"Grandma's legs! I can't hide from the first day of junior high school, but I can't hide from fifteen, and I'll spend it on you! I don't believe you don't get off work!"

Watching the young factory director walk away, this time the head of the debt collection, Zhao Dongliang, the workshop leader of Beilin Paper Mill, jumped to his feet and scolded.

I have to say that the few people who came to ask for accounts also really had that energy.

At noon, when the paper factory canteen was opened, this group of people who got up early in the morning and came out on an empty stomach to ask for accounts did not say a word, but directly grabbed pots and bowls at the mouth of the meal, and forced themselves to eat the vegetables and rice in the middle of the canteen. While eating, he also boasted that the food was good.

Now it's cold outside, and these people don't go out, and after eating, they put their clothes together and lie down in the door of the factory office building -- they have the posture of fighting a protracted war.

According to their ideas, at night, someone has to take care of themselves. In fact, they didn't think that they would be able to get all the money back, but even if they cut out five, seven or eight hundred, they could make do with it for a month, right?

However, at about 6 o'clock in the afternoon, it was completely dark, and several people were dumbfounded; although some people were gone from the factory office building, there were still four or five leaders on duty. And in the large workshop of Nano, there is still a rumbling.

From beginning to end, no one from Sina Paper came to take care of them.

"These factories...... I don't fucking get off work!"

Looking at this scene, Zhao Dongliang was stunned.

Gritting his teeth, he slept on the steps of the second floor of the cold office building for a night, and when he woke up the next day, Zhao Dongliang felt that this was not a solution.

I don't seem to be able to withstand this strange factory.

After sleeping on the cold floor for a night, several people who came with me were also puzzled, and while shivering, they wondered: "Brother Zhao, their factory doesn't stop working! Last night, the machine rotated for a night, and it seemed to stop for two or three hours when it was almost dawn." What the hell do you have to do to die like this?"

With this question, Zhao Dongliang observed.

Yesterday his mind was on asking for debts, so he didn't pay attention. But when he looked at it today, he was stunned by the situation of Sina Paper!

In less than a morning, five or six tons of finished paper came down from the workshop, and although the road was snow-closed, there was still an endless stream of four-wheeled vehicles coming and going.

This scene has never been seen in Beilin Paper Mill, which is more than four times larger than Sina Paper.

Just when he was deeply surprised by this, the little factory director yesterday walked into the office building after patting off the residual snow stuck to his pants.

Seeing that a few people were still there, Li Xian couldn't help but be happy: "Yo, did you really sleep here last night?"

Zhao Dongliang snorted coldly and didn't answer.

The factory canteen was not open in the morning, and I was even hungry all night, and the lips of several people who asked for accounts were blue, and one of the older ones coughed repeatedly.

Seeing this, Li Xian shook his head, took the kettle from the mailroom to the boiler room to get a kettle of boiling water, and put it in front of several people.

"Warm up, you keep up. Today Saturday, noon canteen pork stew vermicelli. Eat more when the time comes. ”

Seeing that a few people wanted to speak, he immediately declared: "Don't get me wrong, I just see that it is not easy for you to come out to collect debts." I will give you some care from a humanitarian point of view, but I can't take care of your debts. Again, go to the Bureau of Commerce. ”

Although Zhao Dongliang was angry when he heard this, he was a little unconfident at this time after seeing the situation of the paper mill.

After pouring the hot water that Li Xian brought to everyone, he thought for a while and asked, "What, why is the business of this paper mill so good?

Hearing this question, Li Xianyi grinned and did not answer. Instead, I asked about the situation of Beilin Paper Mill.

As soon as I asked this, I asked Zhao Dongliang's sadness.

The scale of Beilin Paper Mill is not small, and unlike the Forestry Bureau, which has just reached the township level, it is a serious state-owned enterprise.

But in the past two years, I have tossed it several times, and the benefits have not come up. Half a year ago, under Zhang Luo in the city, the factory joined Ma Shengli's paper group to produce Yuema toilet paper. However, after half a year, the losses were even more serious, so I had to withdraw from the group and work alone.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and at this juncture, it was found that the factory director had a style problem, and took advantage of the factory to join the Ma Shengli Group, and the accounts were chaotic.

After the new director came up, there was nothing he could do about the factory, and now the Beilin Paper Mill, which has more than 800 employees, has been suspended. Not to mention the full payment of workers' wages, one-third of each month is not guaranteed.

Under the rebellion of the factory workers, the new factory director sacrificed the desperate plan of collecting debts and raising wages.

After listening to it, Li Xian couldn't help but sigh, how does this plot feel so similar to Wang Baoqiang in "People in Embarrassment"?

Just as he was sighing, Zhao Dongliang over there had already sold miserably, "Director Li, just look at our poor brother, the wife and children at home are waiting for dinner." Pay us the debt...... You see, your factory is in such a good situation now, you must not be short of money!"

"Lao Zhao, that's not the same thing. I have money or not, so I can't be the boss. Li Xian smiled bitterly, "It's still the same sentence, you have to go to the Commercial Bureau for this matter." ”

Seeing that everyone was about to start collecting debts again, Li Xian hurriedly got up from the ground.

But as soon as he turned around, he stopped again.

In his mind, a nerve was opened up by Zhao Dongliang's words just now.

Seeing Li Xian get up and squatting in front of him again, Zhao Dongliang was overjoyed: "Director Li, have you changed your mind?"

"Don't the calf. Li Xian waved his hand and said with a smile: "It is impossible to repay the money, and it is impossible to repay the money in this life." But...... You just said your factory is already in a state of shutdown?"

"Ang, what's the stoppage?" Zhao Dongliang raised his head, looked at the little factory director with "other plans" clearly written on his face, and asked.

"Can you do it there?"

Hearing this, several employees who came to collect debts were stunned.

A small Forestry Bureau paper mill with a scale of about 200 people. Let eight or nine hundred workers, six papermaking workshops of the Beilin City state-owned paper mill do OEM?

This...... What an appetite!