1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 271 Do you want to change your working environment?
When Yang Mo came back, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Seeing that this guy came back so late, Lu Yingying and Miss Mu both gave him angry looks.

The reason why classmate Tugou was angry was that this guy actually left her behind to go out and eat and drink... She clearly smelled the smell of alcohol and bacon on Yang Mo.

Fatty pork!
And wine!
This damn bastard drank at least two taels of wine today!
And it must be a good wine!

Chiliu~
When he thought of this, tears started to flow from the corners of Tugou's mouth!

Miss Mu stared angrily at the greasy stain on his lips that had not yet been wiped clean. She pushed the toilet paper on the coffee table forward with a cold face, then protested by collecting the dozen envelopes on the coffee table and stuffing them into her bag.

"It's getting late, I have to go back... Yang Mo, give me a ride, I have something to tell you."

Miss Mu stood up and walked to the coat rack and stretched out her hand. Soon, her delicate and attractive body, which was made even more exquisite by the thin sweater, was hidden under the thick woolen windbreaker.

Although Mu Liya often ran to Yang Mo's yard at night, in this era when everyone went to bed early, nine o'clock in the evening was a dividing line. Even if Tugou was still in the house, if a grown girl did not come out of a man's house after nine o'clock, it would easily lead to some misunderstandings that the public liked to see, and some rumors would spread.

Seeing this, Yang Mo awkwardly tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped his lips carefully, then nodded: "Okay, I'll take you home."

Unlike the residential areas and companies in cities in later generations, the drilling company with a relatively remote geographical location does not have a wall to surround the entire company. In fact, the office area and living area of ​​Drilling Company 2 alone cover an area of ​​ square kilometers. There is also a third-level highway leading to Linyi County and the national highway in the middle. It is not realistic to surround the entire company with a wall.

Therefore, although this happened inside the company and there were security teams patrolling the staff family quarters 24 hours a day, the ordinary staff family quarters did not have such good security measures. What’s more, that area was adjacent to wasteland. Therefore, given the current security situation, it was indeed somewhat worrying for a beautiful young lady to come home so late.

Picking up the flashlight and opening the door, Yang Mo consciously moved aside and said, "Let's go."

Seeing this, Miss Mu stood still a meter behind Yang Mo and said, "You walk ahead, I'll close the door."

Hearing this, Yang Mo frowned slightly.

Out of national customs and respect for friends, whenever Miss Mu is present or he knows she is coming, Yang Mo will not touch anything that is not halal in front of her. Not only will he prepare two pots at home, but he won't even put ingredients that may cause embarrassment to both parties in the refrigerator.

But Yang Mo is not a Muslim after all, so he does not need to avoid certain foods.

And you have to understand clearly that this is Yang Mo's house, not Miss Mu's home.

In a situation like today, even if Yang Mo came back from eating bacon outside and accidentally had some oil stains on his mouth, it really couldn't be considered an offense... It's not like he was eating bacon directly in front of Miss Mu, or sitting down at her house.

Therefore, Miss Mu's behavior just now, which was full of strong rejection, really made him uncomfortable... It's not like he hasn't come into contact with Hui friends in his later life. Unless you are an imam, generally speaking, as long as some things are not pointed out, everyone will just pretend to be deaf and dumb and get by.

Well, maybe this young lady has been waiting for me for too long tonight and is getting a little impatient?

Or is it because the other person’s parents are too strict and the two parties are too familiar with each other, so they unconsciously make more demanding demands?

Yang Mo shrugged and made up two excuses.

But no matter what, the slight commotion that was inadvertently aroused by a few words from a fat guy today was quietly calmed down...

………………

Under the illumination of the high-power round-shaded street lamps that were characteristic of the times, the two figures, one in front and one behind, were stretched out long.

Miss Mu, feeling a little chilly in the minus ten degree night wind, pulled her collar closer, then glanced at Yang Mo, who was two meters in front of her left side, feeling a little annoyed.

This bastard has been keeping a distance of two meters from me since he left the house, and he's like a mute, not saying a word. I just reacted a little too strongly just now, so why are you so petty?

And, and...

Why am I so tolerant of other people in this regard but so strict with you? Don't you really know?
Thinking of this, Mu Liya suddenly felt very aggrieved and quickened her pace, as if she wanted to leave this completely unromantic idiot far behind.

But after just a few steps, Miss Mu suddenly stopped, turned around reluctantly and looked at the idiot hanging behind her: "Hey, Yang Mo, I have something to discuss with you."

Yang Mo took a look at her expression and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

A strange expression flashed across Mu Liya's face. "This year's production campaign is about to end. The headquarters also passed a vote at a meeting a few days ago... Starting from next year, the campaign system will be abolished, and the focus of work will begin to shift to improving the level of comprehensive management."

Cancel the battle system?

Hearing this news, which he seemed to have some impression of in his previous life but had never paid much attention to, Yang Mo looked at Miss Mu in surprise.

After being reborn, he certainly knew what this meant. The Qilu Oilfield was going to gradually transform its work focus from the original rough management model with output as the primary goal to a refined internal vertical management model?

After thinking for a while, Yang Mo laughed and said, "Congratulations, Miss. Your father will surely make another step forward."

Mu Siyuan belongs to the internal moderate reform faction and has always advocated promoting spontaneous industrial upgrading and refined internal management. Now that the vote to abolish the battle system has been passed, as long as there is no major chaos, there will definitely be progress in three to five years.

Mu Liya shook her head upon hearing this: "It's not that simple. You should know what it means to end the extensive production model of the battle system... The headquarters has more than 20 second-level branch companies under its jurisdiction. There are 11 oil production plants responsible for drilling production alone, with a workforce of more than 300,000 people."

"This does not include the entity holding companies and tertiary industry companies directly under the agency... If you add them all up, there are more than 500,000 people!"

At this point, Mu Liya's face showed some worry: "You also know that the policy is one thing, and the implementation is another, and there are many things in this process that you can't completely control."

"So this time, the cancellation of the battle system has affected the jobs and lives of many employees, including my dad. I really don't know how many people will be affected by this reform... But in short, it will definitely not be a small number."

“Therefore, how many options can be arranged for those workers in the future becomes very important…very important!”

Upon hearing this, Yang Mo immediately understood what Miss Mu meant.

The production campaign system that Qilu Oilfield had previously implemented was actually very similar to the management methods adopted by some sales companies in the 1990s. As long as you can produce enough crude oil within the specified time, each production unit can recruit as many people as they want, and it doesn’t matter how much equipment is wasted or lost. It doesn’t matter whether it makes a profit or a loss in the economic account; even the safety of personnel is not important as long as there are no major safety accidents... In a word, everything must give way to crude oil production.

Therefore, in just over 3000 years, a large oil field with an annual output of just over 50 million tons had a total number of employees exceeding , plus at least million employees' family members. This level of bloated staff is unimaginable to later generations.

Once the battle system is abolished and the focus is on improving the overall management level, it means that the subordinate branch units of Qilu Oilfield will inevitably gradually shift from the original assessment based on output as the only KPI to a KPI assessment based mainly on "per capita efficiency."

So whether you like it or not, staff reduction and optimization is an inevitable process.

Don’t talk about the system. In any second-level branch unit of the oil system, the front-line drilling workers are always the largest group, and their proportion can even reach more than 70%... and in this era, more than 80% of these people are contract workers rather than formal employees, so there is no such thing as "cannot be fired."

Similarly, in logistics departments and tertiary industry units, the proportion of contract workers may be as high as 90%.

Therefore, once the optimization of the personnel structure begins, these people will definitely be the first to be laid off. In fact, in Yang Mo's memory, Qilu Oilfield had more than 50 employees in the late s, but by the middle of the millennium, it seemed that there were only or employees and more than one million employees' families left... The scale of the personnel reduction can be imagined; the huge risks involved in this process can also be imagined.

Similarly, the importance of redeployment arrangements for laid-off employees can be imagined in the early stages of management transformation.

Thinking of what the young lady had said to him when the meeting ended this morning, Yang Mo roughly understood what she wanted to discuss with him, and said indifferently, "Are you talking about the possibility that the headquarters might seek to inject capital as a means to take away a few projects from these foreign exchange groups?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the funds prepared by Mo Mo Baitou for this project are obviously not enough, and the company is unlikely to inject capital again in a short period of time. As long as your father and Mr. Wang reach a consensus and refer a few projects to them, I don't really care... You know, I believe in eating as much as you can."

This is the truth. Although there are still 5 million yuan in the account of Mo Mo Bai Tou, the use of this money has actually been planned long ago... especially the subsequent filling work of the vegetable basket project. The budget for this part alone is no less than 1.5 million yuan; and the rest of the plans based on the villages as the framework will also cost a lot.

Therefore, according to his plan, before the end of this year, the maximum amount of funds he could invest in these joint venture projects would be 2.5 million yuan.

This amount of money sounds like a lot, and it is indeed an astronomical figure at the moment, but you have to understand that the four joint ventures of Sankyo Co., Ltd. alone require an investment of no less than 1.2 million yuan...and this is the result of converting the equity into shares at a super high premium based on the long-term land lease contracts of those authentic medicinal material planting bases.

How could he have the appetite to take on more projects?

Even if funds were not a problem, his energy and available manpower would not allow him to do so.

Therefore, he directly handed over all the follow-up negotiations with the island country's Ogasa Corporation and France's Dajia Company to Miss Mu this afternoon, and he didn't even show up... Both of these companies are downstream chemical companies, and they are discussing small and medium-sized chemical cooperation projects.

The meaning is naturally self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Mu Liya shook her head and said, "You misunderstood. After all, the drilling company is a subordinate unit of the Southwest Petroleum Bureau, and it is on a different line from the Dongying Command."

“It’s true that the drilling company doesn’t have enough budget now, but by the end of the year, when Qingfeng Food, Laoliu Chicken Breeding Institute and other units have paid their bills, or even after their management rights have been transferred to Momo Baitou, will there still be no money?”

"So, when it comes to referring projects, you should do it once or twice, but not again or again. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to Uncle Wang. "

"Besides, you must be aware of the magnitude of the headquarters' operation this time, and the length of time it will take... It involves the diversion of more than 100,000 people, so how much can a few joint venture projects help to make up for it?"

At this point, Mu Liya suddenly tilted her head and looked at him: "Yang Mo, do you know how much fat the headquarters can cut from the dozens of subordinate second-level units if necessary... just like the method used by Uncle Wang and others this year."

How much fat can be cut out?

Yang Mo's eyes twitched, and he quickly avoided this somewhat taboo topic: "I don't know, and I don't want to know, but I know... a lot, a lot, a lot!"

Miss Mu saw his useless look and laughed: "So, I came here today to ask you if you want to change the environment and the stage to display what you have learned?... My dad actually recognizes your ability to do things!"

Yang Mo looked at her suspiciously: "Change the environment? Are you saying you want to transfer me to the headquarters?... Sorry, I'm not interested!"

The internal situation at the command center is ten thousand times more complicated than that of the drilling company. The entanglement of various hills and various causal lines is so intense that it makes one's scalp numb... With his two skills, he was able to gain a foothold in the drilling company only by relying on the foresight advantage of his rebirth. If he were transferred to the Dongying command center, he would probably be left with nothing.

Seeing this, Mu Liya spat softly: "You are useless!"

As he said that, he curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to go to the headquarters. In fact, even if my dad and the others asked, the drilling company would not agree... Don't forget that Uncle Wang and Vice President Feng haven't fulfilled their promises yet."

As he said this, he smiled meaningfully: "Of course... there may also be Director Zhang's side."

Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "It's good that you know."

Seeing that he was not shy about talking to her about this, Mu Liya suddenly felt better. She took a big step towards him, and the two of them were side by side again. The distance between their shoulders was shortened to a more intimate 30 centimeters. "Hey, let me ask you a question. Among Dezhou, Jinan, and Qingdao, which of these three cities do you prefer in terms of work and life?"

Yang Mo's heart was alarmed when he heard this, and he glanced at her suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

Mu Liya blinked her eyes: "Just asking casually, tell me!"

Looking at Miss Mu who suddenly behaved like a little girl, Yang Mo's eyes twitched: "I don't like any of them. I think it's good to stay in this corner."

This is actually true. People today may yearn for the scenery and bustle of the city, but for someone like Yang Mo, who was trapped in the concrete jungle for decades in his previous life, a small town that is not lonely and an open-air courtyard where he can lie on the roof and enjoy the moon, are the places that can give him a moment of peace.

As for whether it is a stage or not...

Please!

With his limited skills, if he left the drilling company, a relatively familiar state-owned enterprise, he might be able to make a living, but when it comes to showing his talents... he can't even come up with a single wave!

Mu Liya glanced at his expression and found that Yang Mo did not seem to be lying to her, and frowned in some confusion.

Considering this guy's restless character, he should be someone who doesn't like being lonely. Why is he willing to stay in this remote corner?
Is it because his parents live in a nearby village?

Or... is there someone else he can't let go of?
Thinking of this, Mu Liya, who had already walked to the southern area for employees' families, looked at the lights and pointed to a brightly lit place not far away: "By the way, the drilling company is getting more and more lively... See, the new area for employees' families is being rushed to completion. It is said that there are more than 700 houses."

Yang Mo glanced into the distance and nodded.

What the country believes nowadays is that one should take on responsibilities according to one's ability. Since the drilling company is profitable, the Southwest Petroleum Bureau has naturally been sending people here. As a result, the number of new recruits this year has exceeded one thousand, approaching one-tenth of the total number of employees. Fortunately, the drilling company has a strong absorption capacity and even has a shortage of staff in the tertiary industry projects. Otherwise, the placement of these people alone would be enough to make people collapse.

Mu Liya put her hand to her mouth and snorted, then put it back into her pocket. "The company is now studying whether to relax the standards for tertiary industry projects in terms of staffing... Although it will not be formally discussed at the meeting until next week, given the company's current situation, it shouldn't be difficult to pass this resolution."

As she spoke, Miss Mu turned around and smiled, "That is to say, in another month, Sister Yingying will get a job and move into these new houses... How is it? Do you feel reluctant to leave?"

As the quality control manager of Qingfeng Food, Tugou, who has personally participated in several major events, has definitely performed brilliantly this year. Therefore, regardless of whether the company relaxes the quota standards, it is almost certain that he will become a formal employee... Don't forget, Yang Mo is now the powerful section chief who controls the employment issues of thousands of family members and employees. No one would be stupid enough to hold back his childhood friend over such an unimportant issue.

Therefore, the point is not that Tugou got the job, but that after she got it, she had to move out of Yang Mo's small yard, otherwise certain rumors would become facts. Then, once things did not go as everyone thought, Yang Mo might have to accept an investigation into his personal lifestyle.

Yang Mo didn't think too much when he heard this, but just sighed reluctantly: "Yes, although it's a lot quieter, but I won't have dinner in the future... To be honest, the pancakes that girl makes are still very good!"

Seeing that Yang Mo's reaction did not contain any expression of worry, Miss Mu breathed a sigh of relief and her mood suddenly brightened up: "Look at how little you have achieved. You are already a section-level cadre, but you only know how to eat pancakes all day long... Wait until I find time to find a master to learn the craft, and then you can taste what delicious food is!"

After finishing speaking, Miss Mu, who had already arrived at her residence, took out her keys and said, "Keep in mind what I told you before. If you can't make up your mind for the moment, you might as well go on a business trip after you finish the overseas exchange group and visit these cities. It can also be considered a vacation for yourself... But there is no need to rush. You can go during the Spring Festival."

???

The ominous premonition surged into his mind again, and Yang Mo frowned: "Miss Mu, what is going on?"

Mu Liya inserted the key into the iron gate, turned around, and showed a mysterious smile on her face: "You...guess?"

(End of this chapter)