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Chapter 63 Boss, would you like to see the tentative performance of the dance troupe?

The steel plant is called Huayang Plant. It used to be a state-owned enterprise, but later went bankrupt and underwent privatization reform.

With the help of local leaders, Li Yunfei finally took over the business. At that time, he put in a lot of effort and barely made the factory break even.

He had just walked into the factory and before he reached the office building, he was shocked by the scene before him.

A hundred or so workers were holding banners and blocking the office building, shouting slogans that were deafening!

"Give me back my salary, my hard-earned money!"

"General Manager, don't hide in there and keep silent. We know you are in the office, exchange money!"

"I worked for six months, but I only got three months' salary. How can we support our wife and children?"

"Change it to money, give me the money, and I will quit my job immediately!"

"If you don't pay me today, do you believe we will burn down the factory?"

Li Yunfei looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes.

He never expected that the steel mill under his name would be in such a predicament.

Judging from the accounts, the income and expenditure are at least balanced, so why are they still owed wages for three months?
The assistant who was broadcasting live with the camera did not hide anything, so when he saw that he was owed wages, the audience in the live broadcast room went crazy.

"How can Director Li, such a big boss, still owe wages?"

"It's really heartbreaking. I just want to get back my hard-earned money. Is it so difficult?"

"Punishment, real punishment, not paying wages, do you want to go to jail, Director?"

"It's not easy for workers. We just want to get back the money we deserve. Why are you being so aggressive towards us?"

"I'm turning from a fan to a hater. If there's no satisfactory answer to this matter, I'll block you and report you!"

The rhythm of the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.

Li Yunfei frowned. He looked at the workers in front of him, immediately appeared and said, "Brothers and sisters, everyone go back to work first. I didn't expect our factory to be in such a difficult situation."

"I will investigate the problems in the factory today. Don't worry, no matter what problems arise, we will pay you on time tomorrow!"

"To make up for everyone's losses, how about we pay them double their salaries, six months' salary?"

As soon as he spoke, hundreds of workers turned around.

"No, who is this guy?"

"The general manager is hiding in his office and not saying anything. How can this young boy be so arrogant?"

"Lao Jing, don't talk nonsense, this is the director of our factory!"

"Ah, the factory manager, that's Li Yunfei, the factory manager who sells the Twin-Tailed Scorpion drone."

"Director Li hasn't been to the steel plant for almost a year. It's normal that you new employees haven't seen him before."

Li Yunfei had just taken over the steel plant at that time. He was developing new products on one hand and managing the business on the other. He basically treated the plant as his home.

He can call out the names of most of the old employees in the factory.

These old employees admire Li Yunfei's abilities from the bottom of their hearts.

Soon, with the dual guarantee of double salary back pay and Li Yunfei's personal reputation, the crowd surrounding the office building gradually dispersed.

However, this matter quickly fermented on the Internet.

Any video with a little traffic has been invested in Douyin by major foreign drone manufacturers for promotion.

After all, when friendly competitors are in trouble, it will cause trouble on all sides.

For a time, Li Yunfei's reputation on the Internet took a sharp turn for the worse, and the number of viewers in his live broadcast room soared to millions.

"This is Director Li who owes us wages!"

"You can't judge a person by his appearance, tut tut tut, I didn't expect that this internet celebrity would be so cruel to his compatriots." "What, double the salary, three months of arrears, six months of salary tomorrow?"

"Brothers, don't be impatient, let the bullets fly for a while."

"Fuck you! He's already owed wages. This boss definitely has a problem with his character!"

The young assistant watched the pace of the live broadcast room and was sweating profusely.

She quickly told Li Yunfei about the matter and asked how to deal with it.

"Dear audience, the innocent will be innocent, and the turbid will be turbid. I will give you a satisfactory explanation on the matter of wage arrears." Li Yunfei said calmly.

After he finished speaking, he took Saraf to the office building and found the office of the general manager in charge of the steel plant.

The general manager of this steel plant is named Zhao Dehan, an old man who has worked in the steel plant since the state-owned enterprise era.

He used to be a section chief, but was later noticed by Li Yunfei for his ability and character and was promoted to general manager, becoming the top leader of the factory.

When Li Yunfei pushed open the general manager's office, he saw Zhao Dehan holding a bowl of white noodles and eating with a clove of garlic in his hand.

"Director, why are you here?" Zhao Dehan put down the noodles in his hand, stood up and asked in surprise.

Li Yunfei looked at him and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, of course I came to see you."

"You are such a big general manager, why are you still eating white noodles?"

"I saw it all downstairs. The factory has owed wages for three months. Did you embezzle money?"

Zhao Dehan said righteously, "Director, a blacksmith must be strong himself. You gave me such an important task. Do you think I can live up to my conscience?"

"You promoted me because I am a principled person, right?"

"The factory employees haven't received their salaries for three months, and I myself have been owed wages for three months. I dare not touch a cent of the money in my account!"

Many viewers in the live broadcast room rolled their eyes at Zhao Dehan's defense.

"People who say this are definitely extremely greedy!"

"Pretend, keep pretending, what a principled person! The last person who said this also said he wanted to learn a foreign language."

"I eat noodles and garlic every time. I don't dare to spend a penny."

"Check it out carefully. This guy definitely has a private villa full of money!"

Li Yunfei is still quite attractive to Zhao Dehan.

He looked at the bowl of white noodles on the table and said with some regret: "Old Zhao, you are the head of the factory after all."

"Even if the factory is in trouble, you still have enough to eat. Do you really need to eat this?"

"Director, I don't have the face to go down and meet the workers. As soon as they see me, they ask me for my salary."

"There is no money in the factory account. My spine feels like it has been broken in the past six months. It's nice to hide in the office and cook some noodles and eat them with garlic." Zhao Dehan said helplessly.

He then took out the account book of Huayang Factory and began to explain it to Li Yunfei one by one.

Zhao Dehan actually had no way to deal with the factory’s unpaid wages.

The main reason is that several major real estate developers with whom we cooperated have fallen into a debt crisis, with construction sites left unfinished and debts owing, and they have started to procrastinate.

Among them, the debt owed by Boss Xu's Hengda accounted for 50% of the total debt of Huayang Factory, and more than a dozen construction sites were left unfinished.

This is a fatal blow to the upstream steel mills that supply goods.

When Li Yunfei heard Hengda, he couldn't help but feel a headache. He asked, "Old Zhao, didn't you bring anyone to collect the debt?"

"I urged them, but they said they didn't have the money, and they wouldn't give me my life."

"They also said that the song and dance troupe has some exciting performances that can take us a thousand miles to Jiangling in one day. Director, do you want to go there in person?" Zhao Dehan said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)