Binhai Wenyang Holding Group works from 1 to 5 o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as one o'clock in the afternoon arrived, Han Jianguo knocked on the door of Geng Wenyang's office with Xiahou Hong and Wang Min.

After Geng Wenyang beckoned the three of them to sit down, he got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Xia, I want to ask how the clothing company is preparing? Will you be able to open on time next month?"

Xia Houhong swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat and said, "The equipment has been installed, and most of the commissioning work has been completed, so it should not affect the opening next month."

She paused, "But there's a problem right now, there are too few skilled workers."

"What's going on?" Geng Wenyang asked, "Didn't you let you recruit openly?"

"We've been posting jobs since years ago." Xia Houhong explained, "But most of the more than 500 workers recruited are young men, and there are not many veteran workers who have worked in the garment industry."

"How so?" Geng Wenyang couldn't understand it: "As far as I know, there are not many textile companies in the city that have good benefits, so why don't anyone come?"

Wang Kai explained: "Mr. Geng, what we need is a worker who understands garment manufacturing, and you are like these laid-off workers in cotton mills, weaving factories, and printing and dyeing factories even if they come, they are still novices, and they have to learn and do it now."

"Where's Costume Three?" Geng Wenyang asked, "Isn't their factory impossible? The workers still don't want to come?"

Xiahou Hong said: "The third garment is a large state-owned enterprise, and the workers in their factory are still counting on Guo Baoqi to bring them back to their strength, where are they willing to come to a private enterprise like ours to beg for food."

Geng Wenyang corrected her and said, "We are a Sino-foreign joint venture, and the treatment is higher than that of domestic enterprises. You have to use this as a gimmick to go out and recruit skilled workers before people want to come."

Han Jianguo, as the vice president in charge, couldn't stay aside and not speak, so he hurriedly said, "We'll go to the Propaganda Department in a while and let them use this as a gimmick to advertise more."

Geng Wenyang thought for a while and said, "Xingzhou has just given an order for 300,000 pairs of jeans, requiring delivery within three months. Because it is a contract signed with a Tianzhu merchant, we must complete the production task with quality and quantity."

Xiahou Hong and Wang Min glanced at each other and said, "Is it from this month?"

"No!" Geng explained: "The contract will be executed from next month, and we still have four months to complete the contract. However, this contract is for the supply of instalments. The first batch had to be completed by June 15, and the remaining two batches were so on, so we were on a tight schedule. You have to be prepared in advance, and you must not wait. Got it?"

Xiahou Hong bit her lip and said, "Understood, Mr. Wang and I must complete the task on time."

Next, the four of them discussed the details of the clothing company's preparation for opening for a while. When the big guy was discussing passionately, Geng Wenyang's mobile phone suddenly rang.

He pulled out his phone and pressed the call button, "Hey, who's who?"

"Mr. Geng, I'm Lang Yuxiang from the Textile Bureau!" Lang Yuxiang's loud voice came from the mobile phone.

"Oh, Director Lang, hello!" What happened to Lang Yuxiang when he suddenly found himself? Geng Wenyang was slightly surprised, but greeted politely.

Lang Yuxiang said, "Oops! Mr. Geng, I'm not good now, very bad!"

Lang Yuxiang actually spoke like this, and Geng Wenyang was even more strange: "What? Is it okay for you to be a big director?"

"Mr. Geng, I'm really bad now." Lang Yuxiang sighed and said, "You don't know, more than 3,000 people came to our bureau this morning and asked to resume production as soon as possible. I'm just trying to persuade them to leave."

Guo Baoqi could not raise money, and the hope of the third garment factory to resume production was far away. If there is no work, there is no income, and the more than 2,000 workers not only can't wait for the wages to be paid again, but they also don't even have the living expenses of about 100 yuan a month.

The third garment factory is terminally ill and can only go bankrupt. Geng Wenyang knew it, but he prevaricated: "It's not easy to do a good job in the enterprise now!"

After a few words of greeting, Lang Yuxiang finally said the purpose of his call: "Mr. Geng, can you help me

We share some of the pressure on the three garment factories?"

"What?" Geng Wenyang said curiously, "Are you going to let the third garment factory close?"

"Alas!" Lang Yuxiang sighed and said, "A while ago, we called Lao Guo to sum it up, and there was no twenty or thirty million funds to bring the clothes back to life."

He complained again and again: "Don't say 20 or 30 million, our bureau can't even take out 1 million, so in the end, we can only let the company go bankrupt and go bankrupt."

Geng Wenyang thought that he had come to invite him to buy the third garment factory, but he had to refuse: "Langju, my new factory has just been built and is preparing to open and put into production, so I am no longer interested in the third garment factory."

Lang Yuxiang hurriedly said: "The bankruptcy of the third garment will not be finished for a while. I'm not looking for you for a takeover."

"Oh? What's that for?" Geng Wenyang was even more curious.

"I'm asking you to help take on a group of workers." Lang Yuxiang said earnestly, "The more people you have, the better. It would be great if you could take all the workers in the factory."

There are more than 2,000 employees in the No. 3 Garment Factory, many of whom are people who can get by, and there are even more thorny bulls, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

"We need some people in our new factory." Since there is a need for people, Geng Wenyang still has to do it, but he is embarrassed: "But we have our recruitment requirements, and it is impossible to accept them all. Thank you for your understanding."

Lang Yuxiang also knew that Geng Wenyang would not eat all the more than 2,000 employees in clothing three, but he could digest a batch. When most people have jobs, the few who remain are much easier.

"How many can you want?" Lang Yuxiang asked, "Are there any clear conditions?"

Geng Wenyang glanced at Xiahou Hong, and she made a five-insighted gesture. Geng Wenyang nodded and said, "We plan to recruit five hundred people, both male and female, and the age cannot exceed forty years old."

"Forty?" Lang Yuxiang was surprised: "It's a little too low, right? Even if you retire at fifty-five, you can still work for ten years at the age of forty-five."

Garment factories are purely manual labor. Once an employee is over 40 years old, the physical fitness of both men and women will decline significantly, and their work ability and efficiency will naturally be much lower than that of young people.

Geng Wenyang had to explain: "Lang Bureau, this is our current recruitment condition. We don't want workers over the age of 40." new

Lang Yuxiang asked for help, his tone couldn't harden, and he secretly said in his heart: "Geng Wenyang's side can help divert five hundred people, which is already very good. The remaining older workers try their best to push the clothing first, clothing second and woolen garment factories to the woolen garment factory. In this way, more than 2,000 employees can be arranged safely."

With the idea set, he then asked, "Mr. Geng, when can you go to the factory to recruit?"

Geng Wenyang glanced at Xiahou Hong and said, "If you are in a hurry, we can go tomorrow."

"That's great!" Lang Yuxiang hurriedly said: "I will inform Director Guo that there will be a special recruitment in Garment 3 tomorrow."

Lang Yuxiang was so anxious, Geng Wenyang could only agree, "Okay! Tomorrow morning, we'll see you at Costume Three!"