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The black U8 engine rolled over the cement road in the factory area.

The tire ran over several shallow cracks.

The car was parked to the side of the podium.

Li Yichen opened the car door.

Custom-made leather shoes are worn on the ground.

More than three thousand pairs of eyes turned to look at us.

Several elderly workers in blue overalls in the front row unconsciously shrank back.

This new boss is too young.

They were much younger than they had imagined.

There wasn't a single wrinkle on her face.

Yet that composure also exudes a sense of pressure that is completely out of character for his age.

Li Yichen stepped onto the stage.

Standing in front of the microphone stand.

His gaze swept across the densely packed crowd below the stage.

There was no opening statement.

There was no build-up whatsoever.

"From today onwards, the name Hongyuan New Energy will officially become history."

The words fell.

A suppressed commotion arose in the square.

Whispers spread like waves from front to back.

"What do you mean? The factory is closing down?"

"Seriously? It's already going to fail right after reopening?"

"What's this boss up to?"

Li Yichen ignored the noise from the audience.

"Our new name is Future New Energy."

His pronunciation is extremely clear.

Each word was amplified and blasted into the air above the square.

"This is not simply a matter of changing the signboard."

Li Yichen had one hand in his suit trouser pocket.

His back was ramrod straight.

"It's a complete transformation."

"I can assure everyone here—"

He paused for half a second.

My gaze swept from the first row to the last row.

"Under my leadership, Future New Energy will become the absolute king in the global new energy field."

There was a two-second silence in the audience.

Technical supervisor Lao Liu stood in the middle of the crowd.

He was holding the edge of the helmet in his hand.

The fingernail got stuck in the plastic casing.

He worked at Hongyuan New Energy for twenty years.

They experienced the peak period of working in three shifts to meet demand.

They also experienced the predicament of being unable to pay salaries for six consecutive months when they were on the verge of bankruptcy.

The new boss is making such a big promise right from the start.

That sounds really exciting.

But how many bosses have made empty promises over the years?

The previous boss also said he would lead the company to an IPO, but what happened? He couldn't even pay salaries.

The surrounding workers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people clenched their fists excitedly.

Some people scoffed, looking on with disbelief.

A middle-aged man in overalls stained with engine oil lowered his voice.

"King of Glory? Orders have almost completely dried up in the last few years. What makes you think you're a king?"

Li Yichen stood on the stage.

He noticed every subtle wavering in the audience.

He had anticipated this scenario.

The factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, and the workers had been tormented for several years.

Do you think a few nice words can make someone open their heart and soul?

That's a dream.

He didn't keep making empty promises.

Throw out the chips directly.

"Next, I will announce a few decisions."

The noise in the square instantly subsided.

"First."

Li Yichen held up one finger.

"Starting this month, the basic salary of all employees will be increased by 20% on the original basis."

boom.

The square erupted in chaos.

A young worker in the back row, who had been with the company for less than six months, gaped, tugging at his coworker's sleeve: "Holy crap! Did I hear that right? A raise? Twenty percent?"

The reactions of the older workers in the front row were completely different.

An elderly craftsman with gray hair dropped his canvas tool bag on the ground.

Wrenches and screwdrivers were scattered all over the floor.

He didn't even bother to bend down and pick it up.

His face, covered in wrinkles, was trembling.

Salary increase.

The last time this factory raised wages was six years ago.

These days, we should be grateful if salaries aren't cut.

Li Yichen raised his right hand.

It pressed down lightly in mid-air.

The noise in the square seemed to have been switched off.

Silence fell instantly.

"second."

Li Yichen raised his second finger.

"The company pays social insurance and housing fund contributions for all employees."

"The contribution base shall be implemented in accordance with the highest national standard."

Not a penny less.

That sentence was delivered with a bang.

The old master with gray hair in the front row.

My legs went weak.

He squatted down on the ground.

She covered her face with both hands.

Cloudy tears seeped through the gaps between his fingers.

He worked as a boiler operator at Hongyuan New Energy for over ten years.

Previously, even the minimum social security contribution would be withheld by the boss.

They pay a few hundred yuan less each month, supposedly to help the company overcome its difficulties.

This cutoff lasted for a full eight years.

His wife underwent heart bypass surgery and went to the hospital to settle the bill with her medical insurance card, only to discover that she hadn't paid enough for medical insurance in the past few years.

I have to bear all the medical expenses of tens of thousands of yuan myself.

just now.

The new and old bosses said they would pay according to the highest national standards.

A female worker in her forties standing nearby also had tears in her eyes.

She worked on the assembly line for seven years.

I've been paying social security contributions intermittently for less than three years.

I contacted the previous boss, who said that business was bad and he would pay me back once the company turned a profit.

They waited until the factory was sold.

Then the boss took the acquisition money and ran away.

She hasn't seen a single penny of the social security contributions owed to her for four years.

Li Yichen stood on the stage.

Look at the reactions of the workers in the front row.

He had anticipated this scene.

With full payment of social insurance and housing fund, plus a 20% salary increase, the human resource costs alone amount to nearly 100 million yuan per year.

But this money has to be spent.

People's hearts are not bound by sentiments.

It relies on tangible benefits.

He pays money, and the other party works for him.

This is an ironclad rule in the business world.

"third."

Li Yichen held up three fingers.

"The salary structure has been adjusted to a 17-month salary system."

"Twelve months' basic salary"

"Quarterly bonuses are paid out once a quarter."

"An additional year-end bonus will be issued at the end of the year."

This sentence came out.

A deathly silence fell over the square for five seconds.

Seventeen months' salary.

Five full seconds.

More than three thousand people remained completely silent.

Even the young worker who had been the most excited just moments before was now frozen in place, unable to move.

The safety helmet in the hands of the technical supervisor, Lao Liu, slammed to the ground with a thud.

Seventeen months' salary.

He has worked in the battery industry for twenty years.

I've never heard of any domestic battery factory paying its frontline workers a 17-month salary.

This is exactly the treatment standard that Tesla's factories offer.

No.

In some aspects, it has even surpassed Tesla.

A young engineer next to Lao Liu took out his phone.

He quickly pressed a few numbers on the calculator.

Then he held the screen up to Lao Liu.

The calculator displays a line of numbers.

That's almost double what he's currently earning.

"Brother Liu," the young engineer's throat was dry, "is this boss... gone mad?"

Old Liu didn't reply.

He bent down and picked up the helmet.

Put it back on your head.

The muscles in my jaw twitched uncontrollably.

crazy?

Not like.

That composure, that certainty.

It has absolutely nothing to do with being crazy.

This person is serious.

The five-second silence ended.

A thunderous roar of cheers erupted in the square.

The sound waves rose in layers.

The sound echoed powerfully against the walls of the old factory buildings in the factory area.

Someone jumped up and shouted loudly.

Someone took off their safety helmet and threw it into the air.

The old worker who was squatting on the ground crying was pulled up by his coworkers.

He wiped his face with his oily hands.

Tears blurred her vision even further.

Li Yichen stood on the podium.

Place both hands on the edges of the podium.

Lean forward slightly.

Looking down at the more than three thousand faces contorted with excitement.

An extremely calm thought flashed through my mind.

From this moment on, these more than three thousand people will dedicate their lives to Future New Energy.

People's hearts are won over with real money.

He never hesitated to give that.

The speech has ended.

Li Yichen stepped off the stage.

More than 3,000 workers spontaneously moved aside to both sides.

They managed to carve out a straight passageway in the middle of the crowded square.

The applause was still ringing out.

Enduring and uninterrupted.

Someone bowed.

Someone with red eyes shouted loudly, "Long live President Li!"

This scene.

It was more impressive than any commercial press conference.

No, this is not a business press conference.

This is a battle to win people's hearts and minds.

Moreover, the results were extremely brilliant.

Factory office building.

The second floor.

Behind the huge window.

Ji Yanran was wearing a perfectly tailored haute couture business suit.

Wearing seven-centimeter high heels.

Standing at the edge of the curtains.

Through the glass.

Looking down at that figure surrounded by the crowd.

She was holding a calculator in her right hand.

The left hand fingers rapidly tap the keys.

All employees will receive a 20% raise.

The five social insurances and one housing fund are paid at the highest standard.

Seventeen-month salary system.

A string of numbers appeared on the calculator screen.

The additional labor costs over the past year.

At least 200 million.

Ji Yanran tightened her grip on the calculator.

Pressing my fingertip on the plastic button left several shallow dents.

This man spends money.

They really never blink.

She looked down at the tall, straight figure.

The black haute couture suit stood out starkly against the sea of ​​messy blue workwear.

Suddenly, the words Li Yichen had said yesterday popped into my head.

"Before mass production, I want to connect the entire upstream and downstream of the industry chain to form an absolute closed loop."

At that time, she thought that the so-called moat was just the upstream mineral resources and the downstream production capacity.

Now she understands.

The wall this man is building is an even more terrifying one.

More than three thousand devoted workers.

It is the most unbreakable link in this industrial chain.

The applause continued.

The windowpane trembled slightly from the vibration.