Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers

Zhou Dahei spent several days working on the cable engineering project. He got up early and came home late all day to climb up the stairs. He was completely exhausted and lost his temper.

Now that he has been transferred back, he has just returned to the sun, and his whole body is full of energy.

Hearing Gao Jie's message that Zhang Jiaqiang wanted to see him, he thought that the last investment matter had come to light, and he was so happy that his eyes were shining with gold.

"Well, what does my daughter's second godmother and my daughter's godfather want to do with me?"

Gao Jie was beheaded, what is this title? "When did I become your daughter's godmother, and second godmother? Is there such a title?"

Zhou Dahei grinned and said, "It's all the same, but the names are different anyway, so what, I'll go up first!"

In Gao Jie's weird eyes, this guy hurried to the office.

He didn't dare to play tricks with Zhang Jiaqiang in front of him. As soon as he entered the door, he stood in front of his desk and said, "What are the instructions from the factory director? Is it investment?"

Look at this guy wearing brand new navy blue overalls and neatly tidied up. He looks like a working man.

Zhang Jiaqiang nodded and said, "I plan to let you go to the detention center!"

Zhou Dahei almost sat on the ground and said with a grimace, "Director, I didn't make any mistakes!"

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled calmly, "I'm not sending you in, I'm asking you to meet someone and give him a message. There are some things you can say that are more appropriate than mine!"

Zhou Dahei then breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, this matter can definitely be solved. Who do you want me to see?"

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled and said, "What I want you to see is..."

Two hours later, the meeting was held inside the city detention center.

Zhou Dahei, who put on a well-fitting suit, sat there with a posture like a big boss, very imposing.

After a while, someone brought in a middle-aged man wearing striped denim clothes.

Zhou Dahei almost didn't recognize this person and exaggeratedly rubbed his eyes before shouting.

"Director Yin, what a sin you have suffered!"

The person who came was Director Yin. At this moment, he was stooped, with scars all over his face, and a look of hopelessness in his eyes, as if he was about to die.

He didn't say anything and coughed several times. He stood in front of the table like a fool, like a scarecrow.

Zhou Dahei suddenly felt gloating about his misfortune and burst into laughter.

"Oh my, it turns out that the aloof factory manager also became this virtuous after he came into this place!"

Director Yin was still in a daze and said nothing.

Zhou Dahei smiled and said, "Mr. Factory Manager, does the evening incense taste good?"

Hearing this word, Director Yin felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. His face showed a painful expression, his chest heaved violently, and his eye circles were red.

However, Zhou Dahei continued without caring about the other party's feelings.

"In addition to lighting night scents, fairies guiding the way, and monkeys stealing peaches, there are also many fun programs. Mr. Factory Manager has enjoyed enough wine and food before, so it's a good change!"

Director Yin could no longer keep his composure, suddenly raised his head and glared at Zhou Dahei and shouted.

"Kill me, kill me, give me pleasure!"

Zhou Dahei laughed jokingly, "If you want to die, it's not that easy. You can't even find a needle inside. If you want to die, you have to starve yourself to death, or plunge into the toilet and drown!"

Director Yin seemed to have been drained of his last bit of strength, and collapsed on the ground, crying with snot and tears.

"What sin have I done? God has treated me like this. I don't even want to die!"

Zhou Dahei's expression changed and he glared angrily.

"You have made it impossible for all the workers in the factory to pay their wages. How many families are sick and cannot be treated, how many young people have lovers who cannot get married, and how many people have their wives separated. Those laid-off workers are even worse. You have even taken away their compensation." Well, if Zhang Jiaqiang and the others hadn't starved to death, do you think you would have changed and been tortured to the point where life would be worse than death?"

These words were taught by Zhang Jiaqiang. He didn't feel anything at the time. Now that he said them with dignity, he felt extremely relaxed, as if he was standing among good people.

Director Yin grabbed his few hair with both hands and cried like a ghost howling.

"I deserve it, but the money is not in my own pocket. There is someone who deserves to die more than me!"

Zhou Dahei hurriedly shouted, "Tell me who that person is!"

Director Yin looked around in horror, crawled back a few steps as if he had seen a ghost, and huddled in the corner, his head moving like a rattle.

"You can't say it. I have said that my end will be worse than now. You can't afford to offend him. Just give me a break. Anyway, you all want me to die. Once I die, everything will be over!"

Zhou Dahei walked up to this guy step by step, squatted down and stared at him.

"It's better to die than to live. If you hand over the embezzled money, Jia Qiang will keep you alive!"

Director Yin looked at Zhou Dahei intently for a while, and finally said through gritted teeth, "The money has been transferred..."

After Director Yin was sent away, Zhou Dahei saw a security guard in the corridor.

The man handed him a videotape, "I can only help you here. Go back and tell Sun Xueyong not to come to me for such troubles in the future!"

......

There was a muffled sound, and after watching the videotape, Zhang Jiaqiang slapped his hand on the coffee table, causing the cups and plates to mess up.

"These bastards really used their money to lend money at high interest rates. They made a lot of money and let those employees drink from the northwest. They are worse than animals!"

Sun Xueyong sighed and pressed half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray full of cigarette butts.

"Now that Director Yin has handed it over, we are no longer responsible for it. It will be too difficult to recover this money. I think you should just give up!"

Zhang Jiaqiang sneered and said, "Forget it? This is the compensation for more than 100 workers and the hard-earned money of more than 500 workers. How can we forget about it? I will get it back even if I go to poverty and fall into hell!"

In fact, there was something he didn't say. The money was already his, so how could he not chase after his own money?

With this money, not only can the problem of the food factory be successfully solved, greatly alleviating the financial pressure, but it can also put the current development on the fast track, so we must pursue it.

This year is the same as 20 years ago. The uncle is the one who owes the debt, and the grandson is the one who wants the debt.

So Zhang Jiaqiang decided to take a trip himself!

Sun Xueyong understood Zhang Jiaqiang's mood and sympathized with the employees, but he was helpless and could only think of ways to help him.

After a long while, he said, "I have a classmate in Jiangcheng. His position is not high, but he is responsible for economic cases. Maybe he can help you then..."

After sending Sun Xueyong away, Zhang Jiaqiang immediately asked Gao Jie to call a few core members, explain some work arrangements, and then directly announced that he was going to Jiangcheng for a business trip.

These words immediately aroused opposition from everyone.

Wang Aiguo said, "The factory has just stabilized, many positions have not yet been filled, and other workshops are still idle. It is really inappropriate for you to travel far away now. Why not let others collect the money?"

Cai Yuanxing, the office director, also said, "Debts are hard to get, let alone this kind of debt. It must be a long-distance race like a marathon. It is really inappropriate for the factory director to go there in person!"