The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

That afternoon, Li Jian, the director of Ge'an Hardware Factory, who came after hearing the news, walked into the equipment department.

As soon as he entered the room, he held Lin Zhiyuan's hand tightly and said very excitedly, "Chief Lin, thank you, thank you. If it weren't for you, our factory would have lost this business."

I don’t know who sent the message to Li Jian. Only then did Li Jian know that the hardware factory almost lost the big customer of the hot rolling mill.

As soon as he heard the letter, Li Jian rushed over.

"Director Li, don't get excited. Sit down and talk slowly."

Can Li Jian not be excited?

The City Hardware Factory is a small factory, and it usually makes a living by producing some screws and nuts to supply leather steel.

However, in the past two years, orders have been lost one after another, and many leather steel factories no longer use their products. This has made the city's hardware factory difficult, and employees can no longer pay their wages in full.

If the hot rolling mill cancels the order from the hardware factory, it will be worse for them who are not already wealthy.

"Chief Lin, I'm going to treat you tonight. Everyone is going."

Lin Zhiyuan also spent some time in the equipment department and knew the situation of the hardware factory. "Forget it, Director Li, the meal is free. Your life is not easy. If you have that money, why not pay your workers wages!"

Lin Zhiyuan's considerateness almost made Li Jian cry. The 1.8-meter-tall Northeastern man's eyes instantly turned red.

"Chief Lin, what can you tell me? Thank you so much."

Lin Zhiyuan said to Li Jian earnestly: "Director Li, your top priority now is to reduce production costs. To be honest with you, your prices really have no advantage at all compared to those factories in the south."

These words touched Li Jian, "Chief Lin, you don't know! The burden on our factory is really too heavy. There are 22 people in the factory, 85 sick people cannot go to work, and the remaining 89 people We have to support [-] retired workers. Not to mention other things, the monthly medical expenses of these people will bring down the factory. I also want to reduce costs, but there is no way!"

Li Jian almost burst into tears.

Lin Zhiyuan was silent. He knew that Li Jian was telling the truth.

Most state-owned enterprises in the Northeast were established relatively early, and there are many old factories with a history of 40 to [-] years.

As time goes by, there are more and more retirees in these factories, and the factories have to bear the retirement wages and medical expenses of these people.The shortcomings of the large number of people and heavy burdens in old state-owned factories are undoubtedly obvious.

Before the implementation of social security, even very large companies like Leather Steel were miserable, let alone small factories like hardware factories.

Lin Zhiyuan was silent for a long time, and he had nothing to do about it.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, a large truck loaded with slag rumbled out of the slag factory.

There were three people sitting in the cab of the truck. Apart from the driver, the other two each held a machete in their hands.

There was also a small one-ton dump truck behind the truck, and there were five or six young men holding various weapons sitting in the truck.

These people looked extremely nervous and looked to both sides of the road from time to time.

Ever since Mr. Sun came up with the idea of ​​guerrilla warfare, Da Bing and Lao Ya finally found jobs.

They lurk on the only way in and out of the slag factory from time to time, setting up roadblocks, beating drivers, and smashing cars. In short, if you don't make it easier for me, I will prevent your slag from being transported out.

Pan Guolong and Brother Tie were so angry that they organized a group of people all over the world to take revenge.

However, after listening to Sun Laoqian's words, Da Bing and Lao Ya did not have direct contact with them at all. They always adhered to the tactical principle of retreating the enemy while we advance, harassing the enemy when the enemy is tired, and started guerrilla warfare with Pan Guolong and Tie Ge.

More than ten days have passed in a flash, and the slag business has basically come to a halt. No one from the construction teams that originally bought slag or the small steel mills that hauled iron cakes dared to come over to buy goods.

Who can bear to have their car smashed as soon as they arrive?

When Pan Guolong saw that his financial path was blocked, he had no choice but to come up with a trick and send someone to escort the car.

It started with a truck and two people.But on the first day, they discovered that this trick didn't work at all. The other party immediately sent out more than a dozen people and beat the two people escorting the car to the ground.

When Pan Guolong saw that the lack of people was not enough, he had to add more people, and such a strange scene appeared.

A slag truck is protected by at least a dozen people.

In this way, the slag could be delivered to various construction sites smoothly, but when the accounts were settled, Pan Guolong's nose almost became crooked.

A truckload of slag removed from iron cakes can be sold for ten yuan. The dozen or so people following the truck need to be fed and paid, which costs fifty yuan a day.

It's equivalent to selling one car and paying for two cars. What's the point of this deal?

Pan Guolong had no choice but to reduce the number of people, but there were too few people to do anything, and it would be easy to beat him if caught by the opponent.

Pan Guolong and Brother Tie were going crazy. The other one was hiding in the dark and couldn't catch anyone. They were in the open. As long as the slag truck moved, the other party would fly over like a fly that smelled a bad smell.

Pan Guolong could only come up with another plan to lure the snake out of the hole. Today's truck was not filled with slag, but a truck full of people, more than 30 of them, all of whom were the most capable young men in Dayingpan.

It's okay if the other party doesn't come today. As long as they come, they won't be able to leave.

The truck's snow-white headlights illuminated the dark road ahead.

The driver mustered up his energy and drove the car carefully.

Suddenly, he saw an abandoned gasoline barrel standing in the middle of the road ahead. He was frightened and braked. The tires of the big truck rubbed two black brake marks on the ground. At that time, the man rolled on his back and rolled into a ball, and then the curses started.

"Hey, how do you drive?"

"Do you want to die?"

"My feet, my feet."

"Oh my God, my hair is stuck in the skin."

The curses soared into the sky and spread far and wide in the silent night. Brother Tie, who was sitting in the one-ton cab at the back, changed his face at that moment. He stuck out his head and cursed at the top of his lungs: "Shut the hell up!" What if the other party hears the noise and runs away?"

But it was too late.

Tonight, Sun Laoqian and the small landlord were on duty. They brought more than 20 brothers to guard the roadside. They were the ones who stood on the broken gasoline barrel in the middle of the road.

Mr. Sun couldn't chase this old fox away and fight, but his vigilance was not as high as usual.

When he heard the curses in the slag truck, his expression changed suddenly, "No, there is an ambush. Brothers, retreat quickly."

He was the first to get on his bicycle, turned around and ran back.

When the others saw him running away, they also fled.

Brother Tie almost broke his teeth. He leaned out of the car window and yelled with all his strength, "Get the hell out of the car and chase me!"

The young men in the slag truck just woke up from a dream, jumped out of the car one by one, and chased them with weapons.

But Mr. Sun chased the group of people who were all riding bicycles. Two wheels were faster than two legs. How could they catch up?

Rumble!

The one-ton truck behind the slag truck was like crazy. It rushed down the road and chased him desperately across the ground. Brother Tie brandished a machete and kept hitting the door. Blood filled his eyes, and he kept urging the driver, "Hurry up." Son, please hurry up."