210. Hands-on
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, we will communicate with our colleagues in the design department and convey your instructions." On the Gold Coast, outside the newly built sales center, a group of people stood in front of me, respectfully and with a flattering smile.
"Work hard." I patted a manager on the shoulder, gave me a few words of praise, and slowly walked away under the gaze of a group of upturned figures.
Behind me, followed by Wang Xuan and a few designers, after walking a few steps, she followed and said to me: "Mr. Zhang, otherwise, let's go to the construction site." ”
"Why?" I asked rhetorically.
"No, why are you a general manager, and you don't go to the construction site for a month, is it appropriate?" She directly lost a hygienic eye, which made me feel embarrassed.
"Okay then, it's nothing to do anyway, let's go take a look."
But when a few of us walked to the construction site, what we saw was not in full swing, but workers gathering around, chatting, farting, smoking and frolicking.
The second phase of the Gold Coast has begun for a while, and after the completion of the steel frame structure, it has entered the cement pouring process, which should be a busy time, why is it so leisurely?
Moreover, on the construction site, there is no holiday, they come out to make money, the contractor is even more unlikely to take a holiday, they take the contract price of square meters, but the price of the worker is a day, a day off, it means that they have to lose a day's labor costs, thousands of workers, is not a small amount.
"Fellow, why didn't you go to work?" Looking at the construction site of Nuoda, there was no work, I suppressed my anger, walked up to a group of people, and asked.
A few men who were chatting, with cheap cigarettes in their mouths, all looked at me, because behind me, with a few designers in suits and leather shoes, Wang Xuan was wearing a professional suit, carrying a briefcase, with the expression that I was a secretary.
"Boss, what are you doing?" A middle-aged man who was more courageous asked in a local Mandarin.
I smiled reluctantly: "I'm a material merchant, and I'm going to come over and talk about material supply." ”
"Oh, then you have to go to the company headquarters, this thing is solved by the leaders above, you come to the construction site, and no one will receive you."
I continued to ask: "Ah, I'll stop by to take a look, I heard that the construction site of Longsheng is doing well, eh, why are you such a big construction site, why is no one working?" ”
A few people, you look at me, I look at you, pause for a while, or the man said: "This morning, the materials were stopped, cement, sand, gravel, there was no at all, the machine was just turned on for an hour, and it didn't ......."
Seeing that my eyes were getting more and more gloomy, a man hurriedly covered his mouth and dragged a few people away.
"Let's go to the supervision room." I was angry, angry.
As soon as we left, a few men spoke: "You are talking nonsense, that person just now was sent to supervise by the above, be careful of losing your job." ”
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In the supervision room, the supervisors sent by several contractors are making noise.
"What to do, this material is not on, the workers are idle, the above knows, our boss is not easy to speak, this is a signed contract, it affects the delivery date, and the money will be deducted."
"But isn't it, Jiang Gong doesn't know what's wrong, the phone is also turned off, and no one can be contacted, what can we do?"
"Otherwise, let's call our boss and tell us about the situation."
"Okay, I'll see it."
"Bang dang!"
I angrily kicked the door open, and several middle-aged men wearing hard hats held the phones and were stunned.
"You, who are you?" Seeing a few of us rushing in, with anger burning, one of us spoke.
"I'm Zhang Hailong."
"Huh?"
"It's Mr. Zhang, hello, hello."
Several people reacted, and hurriedly greeted each other with a smile, handing out cigarettes and making tea.
"Don't fix this, what about Manager Jiang?" Manager Jiang is a middle-aged supervisor appointed by the Ministry of Personnel after Wang Junling returned to the headquarters, and he represents our developer, supervising and supervising the progress of the project, and is responsible for coordinating the allocation of various materials.
"Manager Jiang, he's not here." A man replied.
"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, he may be out there to mobilize materials."
I pointed angrily at this middle-aged man and gritted my teeth: "Tell me the truth, otherwise, your qualification to build will be cancelled immediately." ”
The middle-aged man was scared and busy: "Mr. Zhang, it's not that we don't start work, but that there are no materials at the construction site, whether it is sand or cement, there is no at all." ”
"What about yesterday?"
"Yesterday was normal construction."
"What about Manager Jiang?"
"Can't be contacted!" The middle-aged man lowered his head.
"Smack!" The water dispenser in the corner was directly overturned by me with a slap, the water dispenser fell, and the pure water spilled my shoes.
I turned my head to look at Wang Xuan: "Immediately contact Zhang Wuzi and a few other suppliers, ask them to mobilize materials immediately, and ask him to come here to see me immediately." ”
"Okay, Mr. Zhang." Seeing that I was really angry, Wang Xuan took the phone and walked out, and the contact person went.
More than an hour later, Manager Jiang, who was full of wine and smelled of rouge, ran in sweaty.
"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late."
I ignored his apology, pulled him out of the door, pointed to the steel frame outside and yelled, "Is it useful for you to apologize to me, ah?" Is that your attitude to work? I asked you to supervise, how did you supervise me? ”
He panicked, and beads of sweat fell down his cheeks: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, don't be angry, I'll call." ”
"Okay, you don't have to call anymore, pack your things and fuck off."
"Mr. Zhang......" He took my arm, his eyes were full of pleading: "Mr. Zhang, it's my fault, I shouldn't follow Manager Wang to drink, I shouldn't ......"
"With whom, you say?" I turned my head to look at him sensitively.
He was stunned, and his eyes rolled quickly: "It's Manager Wang Junling, he will invite me to drink every day these days, and I won't get drunk or leave at night." ”
Then, he lowered his head aggrievedly: "Mr. Zhang, he is from the headquarters, his uncle is still the president, I don't dare to go, Mr. Zhang, you can forgive me once, okay?" ”
I opened my eyes, and my nostrils seemed to be on fire: "Forgive? I can't forgive me, you pack up my things and get out of here. ”
"Mr. Zhang, the materials from several suppliers are expected to arrive within two hours." At this time, Wang Xuan walked in and said.
"Okay, in addition, immediately call the personnel department and send an experienced supervisor over, this Manager Jiang, fire!"
She stood in place, glanced at the miserable Manager Jiang, and immediately replied, "Okay." ”
Twenty minutes later, our convoy returned to Longsheng headquarters.
I went straight into Meng Ruye's office.
"Smack!" An A4 piece of paper was photographed on his desktop.
"Mr. Zhang, who are you?"
I pulled my tie and said with a blank face, "You see first." ”
He picked up the paper and looked at it for a while, then said, "This amount is not right." ”
"Yes, three days' supply of materials is just one day's supply." I stood in front of him, still cold.
"What's wrong with the construction site?" He asked blankly.
I turned around and left: "Go ask your precious nephew about this, don't make it difficult for me." ”
Half an hour later, Wang Junling, who was picking up girls outside, was recalled to the company by Meng Ru with a phone call.
"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"
Wang Junlin looked at the paper in front of him, and suddenly his whole body tensed, and his eyes showed shock.
Because of the things on this piece of paper, he couldn't be clearer, the amount on it was modified by himself, and he pulled Lao Jiang to drink every day, and then he slacked off his work, but he didn't expect that this fool was really fooled.
But in a blink of an eye, since the paper appeared here, it proves that the East Window incident happened.
"Uncle, is Zhang Hailong deflated?" He didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, and looked at his uncle with some smugness.
"Be smart!" Meng Ru stood up and came to the opposite side of him, his facial muscles kept shaking: "You think you do it seamlessly, you think you are wise, but don't you want to think about it, can he not know such a big thing?" Yes? Do you lack the heart and eye, you don't have a brother's priority in doing things, do you have an opinion on him, can you sit on the project? ”
"I think you're what your mother is used to." Meng Ru vented, and sighed helplessly at Wang Junling, who was already confused: "You better go, it's better to leave now than if he ordered you to be fired." ”
"Why, uncle?"
"Why?" Meng Rus, who had just recovered from his recovery, suddenly roared: "You still ask me why?" Are you going to pull me down to be willing? ”
"Uncle, I can't go, where can I find a job when I leave?" Wang Junling cried with a sad face, pulled his uncle's arm, and launched an emotional offensive: "Uncle, you promised my mother to take care of me, you are just such a nephew as me, you watch me suffer, are you comfortable?" ”
"You ......"
Meng Ru shook off his hand, pointed at the tip of his nose, gritted his teeth, and felt the strength of his whole body, but he just couldn't speak.
For his own nephew, he has done enough.
But in the eyes of his nephew and sister, is this too much?
"Forget it, you go home and rest for a while, and when he forgets, I'll arrange it for you."
"And my salary?"
"Get out."
"Uncle, how can I live without a salary?"
"Get out, get out of here." On this day, the entire office area echoed with the roar of President Meng Ruye.