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Li Zhihao, the fertilizer plant director who was left behind, bowed and scraped as he approached Zhou Zhonghai: "Vice Governor Zhou, I...I have a work report to give?"

Zhou Zhonghai frowned and said, "It's time to eat. If you have any questions, you can bring them up for discussion at the next symposium."

They didn't give me any face at all and just turned and left.

I spent the whole morning discussing things, and you didn't speak up. Then, just when I was about to eat, you came to report again. I didn't give you a chance and made you go home to reflect on your actions. I'm so scared of you, you bastard.

It's understandable that Li Zhihao is afraid. Zhou Zhonghai's capture of Duan Xinliang was just a warning to others; the fertilizer plant was his real target.

Losing 12 a year, why don't you go eat shit?

In the municipal party committee office, Xu Haochen and Gu Quan had already brought lunch for the two leaders, and Zhou Zhonghai and Fu Sanjun were eating on the sofa.

"I've brought in over 100,000 yuan for you, and what's with that long face?"

Fu Sanjun didn't seem to smile at all during this meeting.

"Why didn't you discuss the contracting of the disinfection plant with me?" Fu Sanjun said in a low voice.

"What's there to discuss? I've already calculated it. The fabric business in hospitals and guesthouses throughout the city alone has at least 50,000 units. If we do some more research and take on some outside business, it's a sure thing to make money," Zhou Zhonghai said confidently.

"You and I know that the disinfection plant can make money, and Duan Xinliang certainly knows it too. He will never let go of it; he will definitely take it over himself."

On the surface, we've made a profit, but we need to settle over twenty permanent employees, plus temporary workers. Their annual salaries and benefits will probably exceed 30,000 yuan. Aren't you helping Duan Xinliang cut costs and increase revenue?

"Then why didn't you remind me?"

"You didn't even consult me, how could I remind you?"

This was the first time Fu Sanjun had disobeyed Zhou Zhonghai.

"What should I do? If I say it and Duan Xinliang takes over, I'll be in big trouble..." Zhou Zhonghai said, somewhat annoyed.

"We need to find a competitor," Fu Sanjun said sullenly.

"Where to look? How to look?"

"There will be competition in contracting. As long as the competitors offer conditions that allow them to relocate their employees, that's fine."

"Would the competitors agree? A contract fee of 30,000 yuan a year, plus the cost of resettling employees—wouldn't that mean there's no money to be made?"

"Yes, we want to make it look like there's no money to be made. We can privately promise contractors that the city's pest control work can be handed over to the disinfection plant."

"Fu Sanjun, you're very cunning."

"We must take over the disinfection plant before we can gradually take over the fertilizer plant. Under no circumstances can the disinfection plant fall into Duan Xinliang's hands."

"You're right, but where are we going to find someone to take over the disinfection plant?"

"Yes, the person who takes over the disinfection plant needs to be rich and reliable."

Fu Sanjun sighed. It was a tragedy for a leader to end up like this.

If you want to make an example of someone, you have to find someone to do it yourself.

The news that the disinfection plant was to be outsourced has brought joy to some and sorrow to others.

Duan Xinliang immediately contacted Zhao Weiguo, who then contacted his uncle Chen Erniu, who then put forward the bid.

Since Duan Xinliang ruined the disinfection plant, he naturally couldn't take over the business. Zhao Weiguo was a formal employee of the chemical plant, and workers couldn't engage in business. Only Chen Erniu was the most suitable candidate.

The workers at the disinfection plant are worried. They sigh and lament, wondering what will become of them if the plant collapses.

Of course, Zhou Zhonghai and Fu Sanjun are also worried, as they have not yet found a suitable candidate to take over the disinfection plant.

Thirty thousand yuan is no small sum. Even Zhou Zhonghai, the vice governor, who earns a monthly salary of two hundred and eighty yuan, would only be able to save thirty thousand yuan if he worked for ten years without eating or drinking.

However, money is not the key issue; the key issue is the selection of personnel.

Who can run a disinfection plant? Who can truly make a disinfection plant profitable?

This person has to be one of our own, one of our own...

In the Zhou family courtyard, at dinner time, Zhou Zhonghai couldn't eat at all, sighing deeply. One impulsive act had become a blunder in his official career, and even Fu Sanjun no longer bowed and scraped before him.

"Dad, is work not going well?" Zhou Wenhui couldn't help but ask, unable to bear his father's sigh any longer.

"Sigh, your father made a mistake. The disinfection plant has been losing more than 30,000 yuan a year. In a moment of impulse, your father said that the disinfection plant would be outsourced, with an annual rent of 30,000 yuan." Zhou Zhonghai looked at Zhou Wenhui with sorrow.

"Great. Since it can't be profitable, let someone with the skills do it." Zhou Wenhui nodded slightly.

"That's where the problem lies. I was only thinking about the rent and didn't consider the issue of the more than 20 employees and temporary workers at the disinfection plant," Fu Sanjun said. "The wages and benefits of the employees, as well as the temporary workers, would amount to about 30,000 yuan."

"If the disinfection plant manager takes over, wouldn't I be helping him save resources and increase income? My mistake was in the contract terms; I should have included stipulating that the employees couldn't be changed, and their benefits and wages should remain the same," Zhou Zhonghai said regretfully.

"Dad, I understand. You need someone to take over the disinfection plant now, and you've even offered to keep the benefits of the more than twenty full-time employees unchanged."

"That's right, but who would be that stupid? There are over twenty employees, and after a year, the disinfection plant doesn't make much money. However, Fu Sanjun can provide some side jobs; earning several thousand a year is definitely not a problem."

"The contractor earns several thousand, and the disinfection plant doesn't even lose money. That's great, so why are you sighing?"

"Who will take over the contract? Without competition, it will eventually fall into Duan Xinliang's hands, won't it? Once he takes over, he won't care about the employees. He'll just hire a few temporary workers and make a fortune." Zhou Zhonghai was so angry that he couldn't eat a bite of food.

"Dad, I have someone in mind, absolutely reliable," Zhou Wenhui said earnestly, putting down his bowl.

"Who?"

"Qiaoqiao's classmate Yao Xing used to work in the hospital's waste disposal room, but he's been working in the motor pool for the past two months."

"Ah, Wenhui, where does Yao Xing have 30,000 yuan?"

Qiaoqiao immediately objected, "Thirty thousand! The Zhou family's entire fortune doesn't even amount to thirty thousand!"

Zhou Wenhui said seriously, "Dad must win this battle, otherwise it will be difficult to carry out our work in the future. Yao Xing may not have money, but he is absolutely reliable and quick-witted. He will definitely be able to revitalize the disinfection plant."

As for the money, we'll help him borrow it. Qiaoqiao and I have 10,000 yuan, and Dad can borrow another 20,000 from Uncle Fu and Uncle Tang. If there's a profit within a year, Yao Xing will have to pay the interest. This kind of traditional company can't possibly lose money; at worst, they'll just be working for free for a year.

"My son is right. This is exactly the person I'm looking for. Yao Xing, alright, I need to meet this person." Zhou Zhonghai slammed his hand on the table, and that was the decision.

"Wenhui, is it really okay to hand over such a big factory to Yaoxing?" Qiaoqiao asked anxiously.

"Among our friends, besides Yao Xing, no one else is more suitable for doing business. Trust my judgment, he's just missing an opportunity."

"But would he dare to take it on himself?"

"That depends on his courage."

Zhou Wenhui smiled, while Qiaoqiao was filled with anxiety, worried that Yao Xing wouldn't do a good job and that her 10,000 yuan would be wasted.

"If Yao Xing takes over the disinfection plant, our unit can entrust him with not only the disinfection of fabrics and equipment, but also environmental disinfection. I can also contact the other hospitals," Luo Meiyun said casually.

"It seems this Yao Xing is quite good; even Dean Luo is willing to help him," Zhou Zhonghai joked.

"You'll see when you meet him. I always see Yang Zheng's shadow in him."

"No wonder, no wonder Wenhui and you both like him. Yang Zheng is a down-to-earth and hardworking kid." Zhou Zhonghai was finally able to eat.