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Chapter 608 Learn more about dispatch workers' employment situation!
Yang Ming continued to walk forward.

In Yangcheng in October, the sun is still vicious in the afternoon.

Yang Ming saw some workers working there sweating profusely.

He noticed that the workers stopped when they saw Yang Ming and his party coming, and it was a manager wearing a red helmet who told them to stop.

Yang Ming only knew that the workers on the Asian Expressway were provided domestically, but Yang Ming didn't know the specific contracts signed with those workers.

He saw a young man wearing a blue helmet who was still driving a forklift, forking Qingzhou Yingni from a distance to the mixer from time to time.

When Yang Ming saw this young man, he first said to the man next to him wearing a white helmet, "Who is he? Why is he still working when everyone else is resting?"

The man in the white hard hat asked a man in the red hard hat.

"Boss, he is one of our forklift workers, named Chen Zhida."

Chen Zhida?
Determined to develop?

Yang Ming knew that in this era, the names given by many people in China were different from the names given by people in Xiangjiang.

In particular, the names given by people of different ages are very distinctive.

People like Zhang Guohua can tell which era it is from as soon as they hear it.

"Go and call Chen Zhida over."

"Yes, boss."

The middle-aged man in the red helmet first went to stop Chen Zhida on the forklift.

Chen Zhida jumped off the forklift.

At this time, Chen Zhida didn't know whether it was because the uniform was too thick, or the weather was too hot, and he was also sweating profusely.

"Director, what's the matter?" Chen Zhida asked.

"Mr. Yang from Xiangjiang wants to meet you, remember what I just told you."

Mr. Yang wants to see him?

Chen Zhida was surprised and a little scared.

Who is Mr. Yang?
He remembered seeing some domestic newspapers and periodicals, knowing that Mr. Chen was the richest man in Xiangjiang and the richest Chinese. Even, this expressway was invested by Mr. Yang's Empire Group.

Chen Zhida was a little afraid to go over to Mr. Yang.

Chen Zhida came from the countryside, and he is a somewhat introverted person. When he first went out to the big cities, he was very uncomfortable at first, but he gradually got used to it when he communicated more with others.

At this time, when Yang Ming was there, Ah Zhu had already unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Yang Ming to drink.

This bottle of mineral water is exactly the bottled mineral water that Yang Ming invested in his hometown Wanlv Lake.

Evergreen Lake.

"Mr. Yang, I called Chen Zhida here." The middle-aged man in the white helmet said.

"Your name is Chen Zhida?"

Yang Ming asked.

"Yes, it is."

Chen Zhida was a little embarrassed, he had never spoken to such a big man.

"Let him wipe off his sweat."

The middle-aged man in the red safety helmet hurriedly brought a towel to Chen Zhida. After Chen Zhida wiped his sweat, he stood aside still looking embarrassed.

"Azhu bring him a bottle of water to drink."

When Ah Zhu went to fetch water, the middle-aged man in a red hard hat hurriedly took it for Ah Zhu and handed it to Chen Zhida.

When Chen Zhida got the bottle of water, he didn't know if he was embarrassed or what.

The middle-aged man in the red hard hat said, "Thank you, Mr. Yang?"

Usually they can't afford this kind of mineral water, they boil water for drinking by themselves.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

"Chen Zhida, where is your hometown?"

"Mr. Yang, I am from Shijiao, my hometown."

Stone corner?

Yang Ming doesn't know where?
When Chen Zhida mentioned his hometown Liancheng, Yang Ming really didn't know where he was for a while.

The white middle-aged man next to him said: "Boss, Chen Zhida's hometown should be from the western part of Guangdong. I remember that many of the workers we recruited were from the western part of Guangdong. It is said that the western part of Guangdong is a city with a large population. adequate."

Western Guangdong?

"Is it Zhan City?"

"Yes."

If you want to talk about Liancheng, Yang Ming didn't think of it for a while, but if you want to talk about Zhancheng, Yang Ming has carefully read the map of Guangdong Province many times, and he still knows it.

Although the administrative region of Guangdong Province is still changing.

"When did you come to work here?"

Yang Ming asked again.

Chen Zhida looked at the man in the red helmet.

A middle-aged man in a red hard hat looks into the distance.

"You don't have to look at others, just tell me. Of course, I want to hear the truth."

"Mr. Chen, I came here in November last year."

Chen Zhida started talking there about the Liancheng Labor Bureau recruiting dispatch workers for the Imperial Group.

Yang Ming finally understood.

There are really no jobs in China now. Those state-owned enterprises are owned by people from big cities. People like Chen Zhida who come from the countryside, if they don’t continue their studies, they can only farm at home and have no income.

However, going out to work now is different.

As for whether it is a matter of dispatching workers, Yang Ming knows that this is the case in this era, and even after three to forty years of development, the country is still the same.

Why didn't Imperial Group directly sign contracts with those workers?
This is simply not possible.

Because it is impossible for the Imperial Group to recruit workers in person, they are all recruited domestically for the group companies under the Imperial Group, so there are dispatched workers.

Even for the current dispatch workers, Yang Ming knew that there may not be enough jobs, because there may be a lot of labor in Guangdong Province alone, and there are provinces as large as China, which really have a lot of labor.

"You mean you went to Yangcheng to study and train together, and you passed the exam?"

"Yes, tens of thousands of us took the exam together, and the last 3000 who passed the test stayed."

Yang Ming really didn't expect that there would be exams for these.

Yang Ming knew that forklift trucks had to be tested, not as difficult as the driver's license test, but how would you know if you could drive a forklift if you didn't take the test?
"Where did the points that didn't pass the exam go?" Yang Ming asked a person next to him.

"Boss, some of those people gave up and went back to their hometown, or went to find other jobs, and some stayed to do other jobs."

Yang Ming nodded.

"How much is your salary now?"

Yang Ming didn't know about the salary.He just knows that domestic wages are very low now, and he knows it from the wages of those state-owned enterprises.

"In the beginning, it was 20 yuan a month, but after passing the exam, I was allocated 30 yuan a month to drive a forklift."

Now the domestic salary of 30 yuan a month is not bad.

"However, five yuan is deducted every month."

Five bucks deducted every month?

What's going on here?

"How is this going?"

"Boss, this is not our business. It is requested by their local labor bureau. I heard that it is for these workers to pay pensions when they retire."

Pensions for future retirement?

The problem is that there is no such pension insurance system in China.

It may be a suggestion made by a certain management of the Imperial Group, because Xiangjiang has such a system, including pension and medical care.

The local labor bureau took out five yuan as the pension for these people.

Five dollars a person doesn't seem like much.

However, it is 60 yuan a year, which is equivalent to two or even three months' wages of these workers now.

With so many dispatch workers in a county, it is a lot of money.

If it is not handled properly, it is not known what will happen to these people's hard-earned money.

Yang Ming felt that he could remind the relevant people.

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