"Mr. Zhao, there is no way to do it if there are many security guards. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info physical disability is better, brain retardation, you are useless to reason with him, normal management methods do not work at all. ”

Song Cheng complained bitterly and said: "I tell the truth, I am not afraid of your criticism, dealing with mentally disabled employees, using security guards to scare and scare, it is much more effective than reasoning." I've also reported this to the street. ”

"You won't really fight, right?" asked Zhao Zejun.

"That won't be, that won't, who dare, if I get a good fight, I'll be the first to go to jail. Song Cheng hurriedly shook his head: "Let's say it's a factory here, but it's actually similar to the nature of the shelter, and there are more security guards, so we can protect these workers." Mr. Zhao, let's take a look in the cafeteria. ”

"Good. ”

The canteen of the star factory is no different from the canteen of ordinary units, in front of which is the place where the food is served, and there is a row of seven or eight large iron buckets, which are the meals, and the workers sit in the canteen to eat after the meal.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Zhao, the new Mr. Zhao from our factory, and Mr. Zhao will be in charge of the factory in the future. Song Cheng said to several workers at the restaurant.

"Mr. Zhao is good. "The four employees who cook are all of normal intelligence, one is one-armed, one has hearing problems, and the other two probably have hidden diseases, except for being ugly, they don't see anything wrong.

"Hello, let's keep busy. Zhao Zejun nodded, put his hands behind his back, and watched them cook on the side.

For every person who came over, the cooker gave a large spoonful full of dishes, and a tray and several grids were full.

Song Chengbian said: "Mr. Zhao, you see, we all follow the requirements of the district and the street, every meal, one meat and half meat and two vegetables, plus a soup, the amount of dishes is sufficient, the rice tube is full, and it can be added if it is not enough." Today's meat dish is braised pork, look at this piece, it's big and fat......"

"Hmm. Zhao Zejun walked to a dining table and sat down with his hands behind his back.

Sitting opposite sat a man and a woman, the man didn't seem to have a good brain, tilted his head and gulped food into his mouth with a spoon, and the woman's long hair was fluttering, but her face hung down so low that she couldn't see clearly.

Zhao Zejun asked the young male worker: "How is the food, can you eat enough?"

"You can't eat enough!" Song Cheng said with a smile, pointing to the piles of food on the plate.

Zhao Zejun glanced at Song Cheng, "I asked him." ”

The male worker who was asked smiled stupidly, and Song Cheng pushed him, "What about the leader asking you, is it delicious, can you eat enough?"

The male worker's mouth was full of oily flowers, his cheeks were stuffed with food, and he nodded vigorously: "It's delicious, a lot of ...... vegetables"

As he spoke, the rice sprayed Zhao Zejun's body.

Song Cheng hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped it for Zhao Zejun, glaring at the male worker: "How can you do it!"

The male worker was so frightened that he didn't dare to squeak, lowered his head and hid in the arms of the female worker on the side, the female worker hugged the young male worker, gently patted the other party's back, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, my sister is here." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. Zhao Zejun waved his hand and asked, "Your brother?"

The female worker cautiously raised her head and glanced at Zhao Zejun, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my brother has a bad brain, don't be angry!"

After speaking, he quickly lowered his head.

At a glance, Zhao Zejun saw clearly that this female worker, who was only in her twenties when she heard the voice, had her whole face covered with purple-red burn scars, and she couldn't see her human appearance, which was very scary.

No wonder she kept her head down.

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

Zhao Zejun sighed in his heart.

Listening to the voice and looking at the figure, they are all very good girls, young people, how can they be burned like this, how will they live the rest of their lives.

This honor, not to mention getting married and having children, is even difficult to find a job, except for the Star Factory, I'm afraid no unit will want her. The district and the street can run this factory, even if there are many shortcomings, but after all, it solves the livelihood problem of these people, and the merit is immeasurable.

He coughed and asked the female worker in as kind a tone as possible: "Comrade, do you usually work hard in our factory? What is the salary? I am a new factory director, and I can tell me if I need anything." ”

The female worker timidly glanced at Song Cheng, who was standing on the side, and quickly lowered her head.

"The leader asks you, what do you say, look at what I'm doing!" Song Cheng said: "Don't be afraid, our Zhao is always a good person, what do you say." If you have an opinion, if you need it, you can mention it!"

"1,000 yuan a month, I don't have any opinions, it's all good, thank you Director Song, thank you leadership. The female worker whispered.

"That's good. Zhao Zejun nodded.

The first reaction of the evil capitalists at this time was to calculate, there were more than 200 people in the audience, and 1,000 per person a month was more than 200,000.

Song Cheng said with a smile on the side: "Mr. Zhao, you have also seen the canteen, I will accompany you to the factory and warehouse to have a look, and by the way, I will report to you the current operation of the factory." ”

"It's fine. Zhao Zejun didn't see much of a problem in the cafeteria, the dishes on the staff's plate were more than those given by the master chef in the university cafeteria, and it was not necessarily good to eat well, and it was definitely no problem to be full.

Maybe it's because I watch too many novels on TV, and my suspicion is too serious, and I am used to thinking about others in a bad way.

There are indeed some problems, such as the security guards, such as Song Cheng's attitude towards employees, such as the way the gate is locked and the wolf dog is kept and the canteen is managed.

But thinking about it on the other hand, in the face of a large number of disabled people and intellectual disabilities who can't understand and can't be touched, Song Cheng does have his difficulties, and it is impossible to be gentle and frugal everywhere and be a good man.

After a year and a half, the land of the factory will be used for other purposes, but these employees in the factory are still responsible for themselves, and the management of disabled people and healthy employees are two completely different ways, and it is necessary to pay attention to and learn the management methods of this kind of welfare factory from now on.

Zhao Zejun stood up and said, "Director Song, the canteen has no problem, let me make a few small suggestions." ”

"You instruct, I'll take notes. Song Cheng took out a small notebook.

"The amount of dishes is enough, the oil is a little less, you look at this big barrel of soup, there is no oil splash at all, which is okay. Also, on such a hot day, there is only an electric fan in the canteen, and it hasn't been turned on yet, what if someone suffers from heat stroke? By the way, the efficiency of cooking is too low, we have to add a few more people to serve food, we have been in for a long time, there are only thirty or forty people in the canteen, and there is such a long queue outside, and when the people in the back come in, the dishes are cold......

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I'll improve it immediately. Song Cheng closed the notebook and said with a smile: "No wonder they say that you are an outstanding entrepreneur, your vision is accurate, and you know how to manage too well." ”

"Then let's go to the factory and have a look. ”

"Please, I'll lead the way. Song Cheng ran to the front to open the way.

The sunlight at noon was a little poisonous, and as soon as Zhao Zejun walked out of the canteen door, his eyes were shaken by the sun, and his steps stumbled slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Song Cheng hurriedly came to help Zhao Zejun, "I'll just say, what are you doing in the canteen on this hot day, hurry up and go to my office to sit down, there is air conditioning." ”

"It's okay, it's okay......"

As he spoke, Zhao Zejun suddenly felt that something was wrong!

His eyes flashed and landed on the long line of queues outside the cafeteria.

The workers in the queue were sweating profusely, many were hot and tired, squatting on the ground, and several security guards were also hiding in the shade and squatting and smoking.

"Mr. Zhao......" Song Cheng asked in a low voice.

Zhao Zejun waved his hand and signaled him not to speak, but his face gradually sank.

Wrong!

In such a hot weather, a team of one or two hundred people, according to the speed of cooking just now, this lunch will not end in more than two hours!

Even if it was someone who had never run a business at all, it wouldn't have delayed a lunch for so long and left everyone standing in the scorching sun for hours, right?

Eight hours a day, four or five hours to eat two meals?

The point is, if you want to see the 'whole picture' of the whole cafeteria for lunch, you have to sit in the cafeteria for more than two hours, which is obviously unlikely.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zejun glanced at Song Cheng lightly, turned around and walked back to the cafeteria, and said to the several masters who were cooking: "Speed up the cooking!"

"Mr. Zhao, what are you ......" Song Cheng hurriedly followed up and asked strangely.

"Director Song, I'm here, then I'll have a meal in the cafeteria. Junzi, get two meals, one for each of us. Today, I'm going to sit here, eat with everyone, and wait until the last person has finished eating, and then I'll leave. ”

"Mr. Zhao, why do you bother? On a hot day, if you have a heat stroke, who will take care of the next step of the workers of the factory?" Song Cheng said with a straight face: "For your health, in order to be responsible for the whole staff and the street, I don't agree!"

As he spoke, Junzi had already made two meals.

"Haha, Director Song, I'm young, where is it so easy to get heat stroke? Come on, sit with me, and I'll also taste the craftsmanship of our master. ”

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly.

Zhao Zejun ate very slowly, as if he was counting the grains of rice.

Song Cheng on the side didn't know if he was too fat and afraid of heat, and he was sweating like pulp, so he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

After less than a cigarette, something went wrong: the cooking team stalled.

There were only a maximum of fifty people seated in the cafeteria, and there was a queue of more than a hundred people outside, but the bucket for the food was empty.

Zhao Zejun put down his chopsticks, glanced at Song Cheng, and asked, "Why don't you fight?"

Several masters didn't dare to speak, Song Cheng wiped his sweat and said hesitantly: "This...... Well, there's no food......"

"There's no food, go to the back kitchen." Zhao Zejun said lightly.

"This ...... This ......"

"Director Song, won't you tell me that at noon today, only a few buckets of food were prepared, right?" Zhao Zejun asked with a sneer.

"Oops...... What ...... this" Song Cheng's face flushed anxiously, and he tugged Zhao Zejun's sleeve under the table, and lowered his voice, "Mr. Zhao, let's go to the office, you listen to my explanation......"

"What are you doing in the office?" Zhao Zejun stood up, stared at Song Cheng, and said word by word: "Director Song, in front of the whole factory staff, you answered me clearly, how many meals have you prepared?"

The employees present put down their chopsticks one after another, or leaned on the window, crowded outside the door, and looked this way.

Some employees with intellectual disabilities are either at a loss or giggling, but there are also many employees with physical disabilities who have clear brains and know very well what is happening.

This new young boss has discovered the truth about the cafeteria!

"Mr. Zhao, that's the case, you suddenly came to inspect, I asked the master to give each employee a little more dishes, which is considered an extra meal, how do you know that the dishes are not enough......" Song Cheng gritted his teeth and said with a smile.

"Fart! This is called a little more cooking?"

Zhao Zejun's angry voice exploded in the cafeteria: "218 adults, you have prepared a meal that can feed 50 people! Song Cheng, let me ask you, can you eat a quarter of this meal at a time? Where did the rest of the food expenses of the more than 160 people go?

As he spoke, he slammed the dinner plate, and the food inside pounced on Song Cheng's face.