Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1194 1183. The Blessings of Workers
Four thousand five hundred is four thousand five hundred, it’s still a profit, and it’s not a small amount.

The price that Zuike paid for purchasing bottles from Liulichang was 2800 yuan.

The cost is also known, just over a thousand.

I make more than 1,600 yuan by selling each one to a drunkard, and I make 3,300 yuan by selling each one to a lovely "good man".

Half of it went to Luo Yihang.

This is not Luo Yihang taking advantage of Liulichang.

Most of the things in the new Tianhui Colored Glass Handicraft Factory were stolen by Luo Yihang.

Although the new factory and the old factory now have the same production line, the same factory building, the same group of workers, and even the same canteen.

It's just a different brand.

This is an urgent matter, so we'll just have to make do with it for now. The new factory is already under construction.

Federico doesn't care anyway...

With this deal, Pingzi alone can earn more than 100 million yuan. There are not many good people like Bianchi.

Luo Yihang is so beautiful.

Zhang Xiaoru held out her hand, "Bonus!"

This little money-grubber hasn't changed at all.

Luo Yihang slapped her hand and said, "Tianhan still has a negotiation, and we'll have to settle it after we finish it."

Zhang Xiaoru rubbed her hands in grievance, "You just called him to Qingyin's factory to talk, it's too obvious, can't you?"

"That's the Feixue Cosmetics Factory." Luo Yihang emphasized, "I put up a new sign and rented a special factory area."

Although the new factory is also empty.

Isn't this an urgent matter?

"You are a liar."

"This is called tacit understanding, understand?"

"Aren't you worried that Bianchi will come back?"

"Bianchi can't come back, have you forgotten where your sister Tong is..."

The brother and sister were bickering with each other.

Luo Yihang suddenly asked: "How do you feel about this negotiation?"

Zhang Xiaoru was stunned, pinched her chin and pondered for a long time, muttering: "I feel like the enchantment has been dispelled."

"Do you think people from big companies are okay?" Luo Yihang asked.

Zhang Xiaoru nodded. "The Federico who was negotiating just now must have seen the problem, but he didn't care at all. He only cared about how much benefit he could get."

Luo Yihang smiled, "He definitely understands, but he won't say it. Instead, he will help us hide it. This is our tacit understanding. Because telling it out won't do him any good."

Zhang Xiaoru mentioned another person, "There is also Bianchi, who was rated as one of the 100 most influential people in Europe, ranking higher than the heads of some small countries. He was fooled by you like a fool."

"Is he stupid? He's not stupid at all." Luo Yihang shook his head and explained, "He is vicious and cruel, with no moral pressure, and he will do anything to achieve his goal. The methods he used when fighting us, no ordinary person could withstand it."

"His biggest problem is arrogance," Luo Yihang said finally.

"What about Arnault?" Zhang Xiaoru asked again. She was very interested in this.

I dream of becoming a strong woman like Ke Shaotong.

"Arnault..." Luo Yihang shook his head again. "How can a barbarian who is known for his brutality be a good person? He has acquired big fish and eaten small fish, and the LVMH Group has grown hundreds of times in his hands. Unfortunately, greed, extreme greed, has made him prosperous for thirty years, but greed will also make him lose completely."

"You are arrogant and greedy. You are playing the seven deadly sins." Zhang Xiaoru complained, and then thought to herself, "Yes, if the old man wasn't greedy, he wouldn't have wanted to suppress us and insisted on giving our formula to his contemporary factory. There wouldn't have been so many problems later, and he wouldn't have been tortured so badly by you."

“If you ask me, this world is just a makeshift one and everyone has weaknesses,” Zhang Xiaoru concluded.

"People are alienated. They are forced by stock prices and financial reports to expand and make money continuously without stopping. Once they stop, or even just slow down, it will turn into internal fighting. This is the disease of big companies."

"When performance declines, they will enforce attendance. How about you? Will you do the same?" "Me, I'm different from them. There's no point in making enough money. Just making money is meaningless."

"boast."

"We have to do something interesting in our lifetime..."
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The brother and sister were chatting casually.

Come out of the office.

I need to go see the factory manager and ask about production arrangements.

Now there are two nominal factories and two sets of orders.

Fortunately, the products produced are the same.

There is only a slight difference.

The factory director is in the factory cafeteria. It's a big place and all the front-line workers in the factory are there. They are holding a mobilization meeting.

Looking at the crowded pits and valleys, there are nearly three hundred workers.

The factory director was very pleased.

Back in the 1980s and 1990s, Liulichang had more than 2,500 workers and produced more than 1.4 million glass products annually.

The things produced in the factory can be used as state gifts.

Later...Alas.

Production lines were eliminated one by one, the huge factory was sold off or rented out piece by piece, the fleet was cut, the infirmary was cut, the canteen was contracted out, and the kindergartens and primary schools were all socialized.

Even the staff dormitories were sold to individuals.

The number of employees retiring or leaving their jobs is decreasing.

By the time Mr. Luo came to the door, there were only about two hundred people left in the factory.

The annual output is less than 30,000 pieces, and we work one day and rest three days.

Thanks to Mr. Luo.

The factory has recovered and there is work to do every day. The number of employees has increased to nearly 300, and they can pay their full monthly wages. New equipment has also been added.

Now even the factory buildings that were originally rented out can be partially recovered once the lease expires.

Whenever he thought of this, the factory director couldn't help feeling happy.

But it didn't show on his face at first.

Wait until everyone is present.

The factory director walked to the front with a stern face, faced the crowd, and glanced around.

He witnessed many of them with his own eyes. They grew from young men in their prime to core workers with gray hair year after year.

"Ahem." The factory manager coughed twice and announced loudly, "I have something to announce. Our factory has received a large order from Zuike. The first batch is to make 100,000 perfume bottles."

Wow~ The whole audience was in an uproar.

I am happy. It is good to have orders. In the past few years when there was less work, everyone was bored. We couldn’t even get the basic salary, and we couldn’t make ends meet at home. We had to set up stalls, deliver express packages, and do odd jobs.

Life is hard.

If I didn't care about my skills, I would have quit long ago.

We have finally got work recently, and our salaries and bonuses can be paid normally. We all cherish the job very much, and hope that the factory will have as many orders as possible so that we can work for a few more years.

"Stop making noise, I haven't finished yet." The factory manager reached out to suppress the noise, and then continued, "Because the order is tight and the task is heavy, starting from tomorrow, the daily working hours will be extended to twelve hours, two shifts, people rest but the machines do not. There will be no weekends off. Each person can only take one day off per week, and they don't have to take it. Each section chief should arrange the shifts for the personnel."

Wow~~~
This caused even more uproar.

Twelve-hour shifts?
Damn, this is even more cruel than Zhou Baopi...

(End of this chapter)