"100,000 yuan a month!"

Lin Zhengyi pinched the group's appointment notice, staring at the 'zero' in the upper circle and exclaimed. Even several employees near him were surprised and stepped forward one after another.

With the consent of Zhou Qingfeng, Lin Zhengyi, the former technical section chief of the city's battery factory, was reorganized and served as the factory director.

The office building of the city battery factory was turned into the group headquarters by Zhou Qingfeng. Father Lin wanted to reorganize the factory, so he had to move the office back to the three-story building in the original factory area.

However, the original management of the factory was swept away, and the office was emptied.

The administrative and financial affairs of the factory are all streamlined and assigned by the headquarters. The factory office has been reduced from more than 200 people to more than 30 people, with clear rights and responsibilities, and management efficiency has been improved.

Originally, the whole factory had more than 1,200 employees, including retirees. Now there are only more than three hundred left by Zhou Qingfeng.

Because there are many cuts, there are many troublemakers. Lin Zhengyi originally wanted to issue a severance pay to appease the grievances of the separated employees.

Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, and asked Huang Li's legal department to take the lead, and jointly with the group's finance department to audit the accounts of more than a dozen factories, and to catch some typical people who eat inside and outside and go to prison.

If the legal department has no backing, it can only smoke itself when it farts. But if there is a backer, it is an invincible blade.

The management of many factories is too ugly, the loopholes are too big, and the accounts cannot withstand inspection.

Zhou Qingfeng tried every means to let Xiao Jinlang go to the activity and change a few clean heads and brains in the city. The two sides cooperated with each other and joined hands to carry out cleaning in their respective territories.

With Zhou Qingfeng as the backing, Lao Xiao, the liaison minister, gave full play to his connections in the officialdom and became a trump card of 'Holy Light'.

In the context of this clean-up and inventory, the battery factory paid off the accumulated debts over the years, cleaned up the useless waste, and re-injected 10 million working capital.

Lin Zhengyi gathered the technical backbone of the battery factory and completed the enterprise reorganization. The whole factory feels that there is a head and hope. At this time of great motivation......

The group headquarters shoehorned a quality control engineer into it, and he was still an external Japanese. The monthly salary is as high as 100,000 ......, Hong Kong dollars.

When Lin Zhengyi received this report, he jumped up from his office chair in shock.

One hundred thousand!

How can you send so much money to one person?

More than 300 people in the factory have raised their wages significantly, and they have only paid less than 150,000 soft girl coins a month. Considering the exchange rate, this little devil's salary is worth half of the factory.

Several employees heard the shouts of Director Lin, swished into the factory director's office, and came forward to read the appointment notice issued by the group.

Everyone was surprised by the '100,000 yuan monthly salary', and what was even more surprising was the inconspicuous sentence under the notice: Mr. Watanabe's salary and all expenses were borne by the battery factory.

Seeing this, no one in the factory wanted such an inexplicable little devil.

It's too expensive to raise this person.

I can't afford it, I really can't afford it.

If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng's resolute and extremely high reputation, everyone would just think that this 'Watanabe Xiong' who came from nowhere was a relative of the president who came over for a leisurely meal.

In the past, the efficiency of the factory was good, and the leaders of the factory often set up positions in the name of the factory, stuffed their relatives into a big pot of rice, and finally ate the factory down.

Now here's a more ruthless one.

100,000 Hong Kong dollars a month!

Doesn't it mean that this little devil's is worth more than ours?

The people in the factory were suddenly psychologically unbalanced.

However, Watanabe was inexplicably excited when he arrived in Tianyang, especially after learning that he had really been appointed as a quality control engineer. It made him almost forget his special mission.

Lao Xiao, as the liaison minister, personally went to the airport to pick up the plane. Both Carl and Qin Hao asked to go to the city guest house to rest, and only Watanabe was quite excited. After some politeness, he asked about his work in fluent Chinese.

"Xiao Sang, can I really manage a factory of more than 300 people?"

Sitting on the standard 'Chang'an Star', Xiao Jinlang felt that the old devil who was hired was too excited.

"Mr. Watanabe, we welcome you and hope that you will pass on your management experience to us.

Your job is to work as a quality control person to manage a battery factory that has just been restructured. As for 'freedom' in terms of work, we try not to restrict it. ”

After speaking, Lao Xiao also asked in a low voice: "You seem to be looking forward to this job?" ”

Watanabe, who was in his fifties, laughed but quickly relented, and nodded abruptly and seriously, "I will do my best to do my job well." ”

Lao Xiao felt that this was so boring, like an official. In fact, he didn't understand why Zhou Qingfeng had to hire an external manager, and he also hired a Japanese.

Tianyang battery factory was built in seven years, and the factory site is in the new urban area of Tianyang. The factory area is not large, and it is divided into several separate workshops.

A large yard in the factory is used as a parking lot. When Watanabe arrived, Mr. Hayashi led a dozen or so representatives of the factory's workers to form a welcoming procession — but everyone's faces were not good-looking.

The car door opened, and Xiao Jinlang got down first. Behind him was a short old man, whose appearance was not good. Someone in the welcome queue immediately whispered: "Just this old boy is worth 100,000 a month?" He's not as tall as I am. ”

There was neither gongs and drums, nor a red carpet. Watanabe is indeed not tall, only a little more than one meter and a half. But he was very energetic, he got off the station steadily, his eyes swept, and his momentum was not weak.

Xiao Jinlang is equivalent to the 'Organization Minister' at the moment, leading Watanabe to walk a few steps forward, and introducing the two sides with a smile. One side is the factory director, the other side is quality control, and a handshake is considered to be an acquaintance.

Lao Lin is a landlord, and he should pay more attention to 'diplomacy is no trivial matter', and very politely introduced the departments and front-line personnel in the factory to Watanabe, and led the other party to visit the factory.

Since it is a battery factory, it is inevitable to fiddle with lead and acid. Most of the types of work in the factory are equivalent to special industries. Watanabe only glanced at a few workshops and refused to enter.

"The equipment in your factory is too backward. In this way, we will not produce first-class products. A few workers over there are even more unregulated, and they don't even have basic safety protection measures. ”

The production of lead-acid batteries requires the welding of lead plate electrodes and the polishing of the electrodes. Watanabe was referring to the welders in the workshop.

The floor of the workshop is messy and full of debris. Workers wore dirty overalls, wore protective gloves and masks, and walked around in a scattered manner.

A variety of parts of the battery are stacked neatly, but the operation of the workers appears to be disorderly. They seem to have become accustomed to this, and it has become natural.

In response to Watanabe's question, someone in the welcome team whispered, "Everyone is wearing masks, why are there no safety measures?" ”

Watanabe walked in front with great momentum, and when he heard the back muttering, he endured it for a while but couldn't help it, turned around and scolded 'Yaga', turned his head and shouted: "The superior is talking, what qualifications does the subordinate have to interject?" ”

The person who was scolded in the back suddenly jumped to his feet in anger, "You little Japan, you are in the wrong place for your majesty." Grandpa, I'm polite to you, because I can afford you. You're still kicking your nose in the face. ”

The person who was scolded wanted to step forward, but was immediately stopped by a colleague next to him.

Watanabe stood still, his face gloomy. He also wondered if he should ignore the chaos in the factory, but he was extremely awkward and unbearable about this chaos.

He pointed to the workers in the welding shop and shouted, "This way of working has been obsolete in Japan for decades. Since I am the quality control engineer of your factory, I need to put an end to this inefficient operation.

Ordinary masks simply cannot filter lead fumes from welding. I'm sure all of you in your factory have excessive levels of lead in their blood, which is extremely irresponsible for the lives of workers.

I asked the factory to rectify this. As for the worker, he must apologize to me and be dismissed. ”

To apologize and be fired, the workers who were stopped were even more excited. He jumped up despite the dissuasion, and sprayed a mouthful of thick phlegm in Watanabe's face, "Phew, you little Japanese bowl."

We have no problem producing like this, and the product sells very well. So many things happened to you. How old are you? ”

Watanabe stood still and was sprayed in the face. Even Xiao Jinlang, everyone was shocked.

Instead, Watanabe took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face, and said in an unhurried voice: "As an old worker who has worked in the production line for more than 20 years, I can't stand any management flaws.

Your kind of work attitude will not produce world-class products. A factory without discipline will not make a world-class enterprise. ”