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"Third child, you try this, it's not bad. It's not spicy, but it's delicious. The second sister sandwiched a piece to Li Dujuan.
"Second sister, how many years have you been in Guangzhou? Still so fond of spicy? Mr. Hong asked the second sister.
"I've been in Guangzhou for more than two years, and I've been in the hemp factory all the time, and I've never been anywhere. I regret that I didn't sign up to go to Shenzhen last time, and I listened to Xiao Qimei come back and say that she went to the beach to swim and barbecue, and she envied me. "The second sister intends to help Mr. Hong get closer to everyone.
"It's still our brother Ming who understands everyone's minds, no wonder everyone likes him so much. It's no wonder that after so many years, so many people still scold me behind my back and I'm sorry for him. Mr. Hong said and laughed. Second sister, don't learn from me, otherwise you will be scolded for the rest of your life. ”
"Brother Ming hasn't scolded you again, he said that if I didn't want him, he wouldn't scold me, he must have let me down, and I would leave him. I think he's right, he's not letting me down, and I'm definitely not leaving. If he doesn't want me one day, it's the same thing. "Two people who once thought they were rivals in love seem to have become friends.
"When you say that, I want to have a drink with you. Would you like to have a drink together? Mr. Hong proposed it, and of course no one objected.
Everyone drank two beers and slowly let go.
"I've been away from the burlap factory for so many years, and I don't know if anything has changed now. Zhao Di, you are the oldest employee, tell me what has changed in the factory in recent years. Mr. Hong saw that everyone was no longer as restrained as he was at the beginning, and tentatively started chatting.
"There is nothing that has changed, just that there are fewer and fewer old people and more and more new people. Almost every year, many people don't come back after the New Year. Chen Zhaodi also considered whether to leave, but considering that this place was closest to home and had been with the factory leaders for several years, she didn't leave.
"Many of my fellow villagers are like this, they worked in our factory until the Chinese New Year, and they all went to Dongguan and Shenzhen the next year." Li Dujuan also said the same.
"Do you know why?" Mr. Hong asked her.
"The wages are high. They are all piece-rated, skilled skilled craftsmen, and their wages are much higher than ours. Only the new workers in the factory have a salary similar to ours. I'm also going to go to Shenzhen with them this year. "Li Dujuan no longer treats Mr. Hong as a boss.
"Mr. Hong, many people in our village have gone to Guoguang Factory, and they say that no one is still engaged in hourly wages now, why has our factory not changed for so many years?" Huang Yuwen also asked.
"Would you all like to switch to piecework?" Mr. Hong asked again.
"Of course we do." Several people expressed their positions, only Song Chunhua did not speak, her identity is different.
"Do you think there will be anyone who won't want to change?" There are only three people here, and they certainly don't represent everyone.
"Yes, there must be." Chen Zhaodi is a little older and has been in the factory for a long time, so she knows more about the situation.
"Who wouldn't?" Mr. Hong asked the key.
"Shift and mechanic. The basic salary of the team is high, their salary is always the highest, and the work is the easiest. If the machine is broken or defective, they have no responsibility. The mechanic can't count the pieces, and they have the final say on how long the machine will be repaired. Chen Zhaodi said that there was a problem.
"The weaving workshop, the finishing workshop, a few leading classes, and the electrician, the master mechanic, are all relatives and fellow villagers of the pot-bellied He. Take the salary of the manager, eat the meal of the manager, and do the odd work. As soon as Chen Zhaodi took the lead, Li Dujuan came as soon as his stomach was angry.
"Why do you think the big belly doesn't know? This time I went to the training, and I didn't go to any of the classes with high salaries. It's not that he knows that it would be a shame to let his relatives go. Huang Yuwen also said.
"If you were asked to be a leader, would you think you could do it? Would you like to be? Seeing that everyone was slowly getting excited, Mr. Hong asked everyone practical questions.
"Who can't be the current leader. Newcomers who have just entered the factory can do it. The second sister, who had never spoken, couldn't help it at this time.
Everyone laughed, because they all knew that the second sister was telling the truth.
"If I go back to the factory, I call everyone to sign up for the election to lead the class, compare the speed and quality of weaving, who wins who will be the leader, will you sign up?" Mr. Hong only then told the real purpose of asking everyone out tonight. She's going to do something to Lao He.
"I'm the first to sign up, I'm going to fuck all the women in the pot-bellied He class, if I lose to them, I'll get out of the way immediately, and I don't want my salary." Li Dujuan is very proud.
"Count me in." Huang Yuwen took a stand.
"Fair play, I lost and I served. Count me in. Chen Zhaodi also expressed her position.
"Okay, I'll let Lao He arrange it tomorrow. Little Seventh Sister, a lot of meticulous work behind is yours. "Mr. Hong, this is arranging work.
"Roger." I responded immediately.