As soon as he heard that the workers were on strike, Yang Jun was taken aback.

"It's all on strike, can you still sit still?"

Yang Jun was so angry that he kicked him in the ass.

"Then what can I do, I have to beg them to work." Wang Erwa spread her hands and said.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yang Jun sat back in his seat and asked.

"What else can I do, it's just that I don't obey the job transfer, a few people take the lead in making trouble, and others also make trouble."

"How many people are on strike right now?"

"Not much, four or five thousand."

When Yang Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

You have a fucking big mouth, and there aren't many people for four or five thousand?

Do you really want to make a factory-wide strike?

Yesterday, Yang Jun asked for more than 2,000 places from Yang Jianguo, and before he could quickly allocate them, there was a strike.

Of course, it is not excluded that some people are reluctant to go to work in other places, and it is normal to have some emotions.

"What are you going to do with this?" Yang Jun asked.

"Didn't I think I'd come back and bring some people over, and if I controlled a few leaders, the others would be able to do it." Wang Erwa said.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't think it's too much trouble, just bring someone over."

This kind of thing can only be unblocked, and in particular, it cannot intensify contradictions.

If you bring people over as soon as you come up, it will definitely arouse emotions on both sides.

"Then what do you say? You can't agree to their conditions, how can we carry out the work in the future."

Yang Jun returned to his seat and pulled out the list that Yang Jianguo gave him yesterday.

"Divide and dissolve."

"Take the list to talk, those who are willing to go to Sugar Mountain will be treated the same, and those who are unwilling to go will be deemed to have automatically given up the organization and distribution."

Wang Erwa took the list and glanced less.

"Your uncle, I said it earlier, if I had this list, why would I be so passive."

"Heh, isn't this a test for you, who knows you're not that material."

If everyone has a lot of places in their hands, everyone can do a good job of merging.

The reason why Yang Jun has not come up with this list for a long time is that he hopes to take it out when the work cannot be carried out.

He also knows that this job is not easy to do, there is no credit for doing it well, and he will be complained about if he does it badly.

It's the kind of thankless errand.

It is not easy for Wang Erwa to persist until now.

There are no more jobs available above, so how to accommodate a large number of surplus labor can only be solved by themselves.

Recently, the leading cadres in the factory have basically been sent out by Yang Jun to negotiate and adjust in various units to see if there are any redundant jobs.

But the harvest effect is not too ideal, so many cadres, running for so many days, a total of more than 300 positions.

But once the two factories merged, at least nearly 20,000 people would be laid off.

The rolling mill can only provide nearly 4,000 jobs, and the rest can only be laid off.

Sometimes, technological progress is not a good thing.

That would bring great damage to traditional industries.

Just like now, the success of the technical transformation of machine tools was originally a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people, but in the end, it brought a large number of workers to be laid off. ….

Of course, in the long run, the benefits of section-level progress far outweigh the disadvantages.

Wang Erwa left with the list and went to deal with the workers' strike.

Yang Jun believed that he could handle this matter.

In these years, the strike also requires the family to have surplus food.

It's okay to make trouble for one day, it's okay to make trouble for two days, but it can't last for three days.

The food in the house is not calculated by year, nor by month, but by days, and sometimes even by meals.

You can afford to make trouble, but your wife and children can't afford it, every day when you open your eyes, there are several mouths waiting to eat

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Sure enough, news came in the afternoon that the striking workers had returned to work in the workshop that day.

Although it is better to go to work in other places than to starve to death without a job.

In the afternoon, Yang Jun was drinking tea in the office when Lao Wei came.

"Director, kill two plates?"

Lao Wei stood at the door with a smile on his face.

"Lao Wei, let me tell you, Lao Tzu does not accept insults."

Yang Jun suspected that this guy was deliberately here to insult him.

I haven't played chess for so long, and I suddenly came to visit today, there is a conspiracy.

"Factory director, don't worry, you will be able to struggle for an hour, so that you can admit defeat with dignity."

"Roll ......"

You're tortured, you're humiliated, okay?

Decent.

Yang Jun refused.

"Just play chess, drink tea with me."

Yang Jun made Lao Wei a good cup of tea.

"Good tea, it seems that if you want to drink good tea in the future, you will have to come to your office."

Lao Wei took a sip and was immediately conquered by the good tea.

"Don't learn from Lao Wang, the landlord's family has no surplus grain these days."

"I'm definitely not as good as Secretary Wang, it's good if I can get a cup of tea." Old Wei squinted and said.

"Don't be sour, when did you lose it?"

Yang Jun refilled his cup with water and sat on the sofa,

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The two no longer play chess, so they simply have something to say directly.

"It's such a factory director, isn't this our department purchased a large amount of materials, these materials are kept at the end of the year but the benefits are distributed to the employees, but now there is still a month before the New Year, and some meat food can't be put at that time, I will ask you for instructions, how to deal with these materials?"

Lao Wei put down the teacup and said with a solemn face.

"I can't let it go, so I just sent it."

Yang Jun said directly without thinking about it.

"Then at what standard, or according to last year's standard?"

Yang Jun thought about last year's standards.

At that time, he still got grain and pork, and each person was given three catties of grain and two catties of pork.

Now, I am the factory director, and the benefits must not be worse than before.

"Let's distribute it according to the standard of five catties of grain and three catties of pork per person."

Yang Jun pondered for a moment and said.

"Five catties of grain and three catties of pork?"

Old Wei muttered to himself, and then frowned,

"Factory director, isn't it a bit much, if it is distributed according to this standard, it may not be enough."

"It's just according to this standard, and I'll figure out the rest."

"I have known for a long time that when the factory director is released, there is nothing you can't solve."

"Don't be a sycophant, I have to find a way to keep the rest of the materials, and I have to set aside at least two thousand catties of pork, and I will keep it useful." ….

Yang Jun thought that this year there must be enough pork to reward those who have made significant contributions to the factory, such as the medical staff who participated in the compilation of the 'Barefoot Doctor's Handbook', and the technicians who succeeded in this technical transformation.

The motivation of the workers is not something that can be raised by shouting a few slogans, and in order for the horses to run fast, there must be enough night grass.

In particular, those who have made significant contributions to the factory must be rewarded.

"Then I'll draw up a list first, send out the first batch of benefits first, and keep the rest for the year-end distribution." Old Wei Dao.

"Lao Wei, don't stick to the details, the materials will be sent when you have them, you don't have to keep them for the end of the year, everyone's work is so busy, don't press all the work together, it will be unbearable."

"Yes, that's what the factory director taught."

Lao Wei nodded and admitted his mistake.

This guy is an old fritter, he admits his mistakes, and his attitude is extremely humble, which makes people have no temper at all.

"After a year, there were more people in the factory.

When the time comes, you will have to work harder, especially in terms of food rations, so you must make adequate preparations."

Yang Jundao.

"Got it, Director."

A wry smile appeared on Lao Wei's face.

If he can, he really doesn't want to do this procurement section chief, other departments are not as busy as him, and the procurement department he manages has to worry about the food and drink of tens of thousands of people in the whole factory every day, especially the logistics canteens, blocking his door every day.

If tens of thousands of employees are added during the Chinese New Year, the pressure on his shoulders will be even greater.

"Director, I'm ......"

"Don't pick on me, or I'll look down on you."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yang Jun knew what he was going to say.

This old slippery head, Yang Jun still doesn't know what he thinks in his heart.

He just thought in his heart that he had been the section chief, and he had passed the addiction, and he had no regrets about retiring.

However, Yang Jun didn't want him to retreat.

Although this guy is not very capable, he is better at handling the work of the procurement section properly and without making any major mistakes.

Besides, if he really wants to retire, wouldn't he have lost all the mess of the procurement department to Yangmei.

How capable his sister is, can he not understand.

Yangmei's ability is average, but she is better than diligence, and she usually does an auxiliary job or something, but it is definitely not okay to really let her stand alone.

Yang Jun was considering whether to change her to an easier position, such as the personnel department, or the organization department, or the propaganda department.

"Director, don't worry, I will never pick a child, but ......."

In the end, Lao Wei said with a bitter face, "The leaders of the factory have to share some work for me."

"Old Wei, I don't like to hear what you say, what do I not support your work for?"

Yang Jun snapped his fingers and said, "What is the purpose of setting up a grain collection store in the factory, not to relieve the pressure for you, what is the purpose of the security department going into the mountains to hunt twice in three days, and not to share the heavy responsibility for you?"

"Yes, I know all of this, but can I increase my support?"

Yang Jun squinted his eyes and said, "How do you want the factory to support you?"

"Factory director, if you can get a batch of pork and grain, it will be the greatest support for our procurement department."

"I've already asked someone to do this, and at the end of the year, the supplies will be sent over."

"That's great, with the help of the factory leaders, I believe that this year's procurement task will not be worried."

Lao Wei looked like he had lost his burden.

"Lao Wei, Lao Wei, what are you asking me to say about you, do you feel like you've been mixed up for another year?" Yang Jun scolded with a smile.

"Hey, Director, you're right, I really feel that way."

Lao Wei didn't feel embarrassed, so he simply admitted it directly and generously.

He knew in his heart that he was such a person in Yang Jun's heart, and if he hid again, it would be annoying.

In fact, Yang Jun also likes him, admit his mistakes, and never die with a hard mouth.

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