I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 60 My Fault (13)

Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief after learning that the factory was now owned by the "Chen" family.

We finally bought it.

From then on, I had a place to channel my positive emotions. Once they accumulated, I could simply use them to repay the original factory manager and the Tianyuan Cultivator Committee.

The thought of having a 5.2 million yuan hole and having to pay 400,000 yuan in wages to workers every month filled Chen Yu with joy.

Good days are here!

However, he didn't dwell on these feelings for long. Instead, he asked via phone: "Luo Tong, where are you now?"

Luo Tong: [Staring blankly in the factory manager's office. "Mr. Chen, we've never bought a factory before, so what should we do next?"]

Chen Yu: [I've never bought one before. Do you know anyone who regularly buys factories?]

Luo Tong: [If I had those kinds of friends, I probably wouldn't have lived under a bridge before.]

Chen Yu: [That's true. Wait, I happen to know someone who could be considered.]

Humming a song, Chen Yu walked towards the factory manager's office. After opening the door, he said to Luo Tong and Glasses inside, "Well done. Remember to remind me to give you a raise when you get back."

Luo Tong gave a wry smile: "President Chen, let's put the salary issue aside for now. What are we going to do next? None of us have ever run a factory before."

"Didn't everyone say I already had someone in mind? He should be in the factory's contact information. I just need to ask him to come over."

Previously, the highest level in the factory was the factory manager, followed by the supervisors and the team leaders of each workshop.

The finance, planning, and purchasing departments were all previously the factory manager's people, and they left with him when he left.

The factory nowadays is like a train, moving forward with inertia, but it can stop at any time.

However, Chen Yu was not worried.

After observing for the past few days, he learned that there was a master craftsman who was the teacher of almost all the workers and knew everything about the factory.

To put it bluntly, he was the soul of the entire factory. It didn't matter if others left, as long as this old man was there.

A short while later, steady footsteps sounded, the door was pushed open, and the old team leader, a cigarette dangling from his lips, appeared in the doorway and asked indifferently, "Factory manager, you're looking for... what are you doing here?"

Chen Yu waved and smiled at the old team leader, then pointed at Luo Tong and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Comrade Luo Tong, the new factory director of our Tianyuan Agricultural Machinery Factory."

Luo Tong's pupils contracted sharply, but he immediately changed his attitude and said with a smile, "That's right, we have just completed the handover of the factory, and now I am the new factory manager."

"Oh, Hello."

The old team leader stubbed out the cigarette with his index finger and thumb, shook hands with Luo Tong, and introduced himself: "Gong Jin, team leader of the Ninth Team. Um, where's the old factory director?"

"They left after the handover, along with the finance staff. However, the supervisor at the gate doesn't seem to be one of their people, so he's still there."

"Ah."

Nodding and sitting down, the old team leader remained silent for a moment, then stared at Chen Yu and asked, "You and them..."

"We're from the same company, and I'm in charge of performance evaluation. It was wrong of me to keep it from you before, but there are some things I have to investigate myself to have the right to speak on."

"...Indeed. Someone as outstanding as you doesn't seem like someone who would work in a factory."

After a moment of silence, the old team leader's voice trembled slightly: "So, what are the factory's plans? Will they lay off workers?"

Chen Yu looked helplessly at the old team leader, feeling that the cultivators of Tianyuan were all somewhat inferior.

When approached by superiors, they never think the best of things; their first thought is always to lay off employees and cut salaries.

He coughed lightly, and Luo Tong immediately understood, saying, "No, we have a contract, there won't be any layoffs. Not only that, we also need to discuss new salary and benefits. Um, Chen Yu..." "Understood, leave it to me."

Reaching out his hand to the statue of the Contract Star Lord in the corner, the other party immediately produced a new contract.

As Chen Yu unfolded the contract in front of the old team leader, he knew the exciting moment had arrived.

How much you can pay your workers depends entirely on your silver tongue!
Luo Tong and Glasses looked at the old team leader with sympathy, knowing that the other's values ​​would soon be reshaped.

"A worker's basic wage is only 30 a day? I don't think that's reasonable. They work so hard every day, and only get 30? The 80 you mentioned is the income from working in the mine after practicing special techniques. So I think we should define the basic wage as 80, that's more reasonable. What, unreasonable? Then 70? 60? 50, it can't be any lower!"

"Seniority should also be taken into account. Why can workers only get an extra 5 yuan per year? Is this Contract God a fake?"

"Then the workers' skills should also be included in their wages... Why is it that a perfect punch only adds 10 points, and only the highest three skills are added together? This star lord is biased! What good does it do you to target the workers like this?"

Gong Jin stared in disbelief at the excited Chen Yu.

Chen Yu, what you said sounds like the words I should be saying.

And doesn't the factory manager have any objections to what you're doing?
He glanced at the factory manager out of the corner of his eye and noticed that the man not only didn't stop them, but also comforted them, saying, "Chen Yu, that's how the rules are set. The workers' pay is indeed lower. But they can also get bonuses, and the bonuses are more."

"The factory won't be profitable for a while, so bonuses won't be paid out yet. We can only increase the base salary a bit more," Chen Yu said, scratching his head. "No matter how I calculate it, it can only reach 3,500. Old team leader, what other way do you think we can increase it?"

"I used to only make 3,500 a month," the old team leader said helplessly, "so..."

"So the previous salary structure was unreasonable," Chen Yu replied with dissatisfaction. "You are a veteran of the factory, and such a low salary is not right."

"Elders, huh..."

The long-lost form of address brought a touch of emotion to the old team leader, and Chen Yu's attitude also made him very gratified.

But aren't you being a bit too bold? Does the factory manager really have no objections?
Just as the old team leader was struggling with how to phrase it, Chen Yu had already stretched the contract to its maximum extent possible.

"Three thousand eight thousand a month, there's really no way to raise it any higher. The Contract Star Lord imposes too many restrictions on the workers."

"Enough, absolutely enough!"

Upon hearing this number and multiplying it by the number of workers in the factory, the old team leader discovered that the cost of workers' wages had almost doubled.

The soaring wages made the old team leader feel like breathing was sweeter, and his aged arms were full of strength. He couldn't wait to rush into the workshop and swing the sledgehammer for more than ten hours straight.

Seeing that the contract was signed, he was about to express his loyalty to the new factory manager when he heard Chen Yu say, "Wait a moment. Now that the salary has been settled, your position also needs to be addressed. Factory Manager Luo, what position do you think would be suitable for Master Gong Jin?"

Luo Tong was stunned for a moment before he realized that Chen Yu was calling him, and subconsciously asked, "What do you think of... the general manager?"

"I have no opinion."

"Then it's settled."

"Since you're the general manager, you can charge the maximum amount. It only comes to 7,200 after all. Let's leave it at that for now."

The salary of 7,200 yuan made the old team leader feel like his blood had turned into fuel. He could now work for seven days straight without sleep, and he would lose if he took a break in the middle!

Chen Yu handed the contract to the statue of the Contract Star Lord, then took out another document and said, "Now that the wages are settled, let's discuss the rules and regulations. First, let's change that 38-person dorm room. This place is so big, why cram everyone into this shabby spot?! Change the working hours to eight hours, with overtime not exceeding four hours, and overtime pay! Fire the cafeteria manager! Look at the lousy vegetables he's buying! Teach the supervisors some manners; let those who can do it go, and those who can't, let them go! If he doesn't want to do it, there are plenty of others!"

"President Chen..." Luo Tong called out softly.

"Don't call me President Chen right now. I still have things to do. Right now, I just want to hide my identity and treat them as equals."

"No, the old team leader fainted. Next time, don't start with such a strong dose; a normal person can't handle it."

"...Is it my fault?"

(End of this chapter)