One big and one small are practicing love

Full and warm, Zuo Kunmin went downstairs happily. When I got to the car, I saw the frost on the glass. I sighed and had to waste time shoveling the ice.

Take out the plastic shovel from the trunk, 'tear', 'tear', and shovel it down.

"Boss Zuo...Boss Zuo..."

When he heard this title for the second time, Zuo Kunmin stopped, turned his head in confusion, and saw a tall, thin, middle-aged man two or three steps away, looking at Zuo Kunmin timidly.

He smiled shyly and said: "Director Zuo, um..." As he said that, he raised the thermos pot in his hand and said: "Use...use hot water. Pour it over and the ice will melt."

"Oh...thank you!" Zuo Kunmin nodded and reached out to catch the pot.

"I'll do it, Boss Zuo." The man said, unscrewing the lid of the thermos and walking to the car.

Zuo Kunmin took a few steps back to give some space. Watching the man's arm rise and fall, skillfully splashing on the windshield, a cloud of white steam rose instantly, and the ice quickly cracked and slid down. Zuo Kunmin thought to himself that after so many years of driving, he had never thought of such a small common sense.

Soon, half of the ice on the windshield melted, and the man turned to the other side carrying the pot. Just after taking two steps, my feet slipped and I almost fell.

"Be careful!" Zuo Kunmin shouted and stepped forward. Before he could walk over, the man held onto the car and stood upright again.

Only then did Zuo Kunmin see that the man was barefoot and wearing slippers with open heels, and his pants were thin pajamas. From the collar of the down jacket, you could see a collar with the same pattern as the pajamas.

"You came out specially to bring me hot water?" Zuo Kunmin asked.

The man stopped, turned to look at Zuo Kunmin, and said respectfully: "Boss Zuo, it was you who allowed us to receive our wages, and also gave us bonuses and rice, flour and oil. I live on the first floor and see you leaving early and coming home late every day. It's the Chinese New Year." You don't even take a break, you are such a good boss." The man said and continued to pour hot water on the car.

On the way to the factory, Zuo Kunmin felt blocked.

They endured hardships such as being dirty, tired, cold, hot, noisy, etc., and the meager wages they deserved were long delayed. When faced with powerful forces, such as the confrontation between ants and elephants, they cannot see its true colors. The power gap is huge. No matter how they are treated, they can only accept it and have no choice.

Zuo Kunmin thought that he had been in Shenyang for more than [-] days, but he was just distributing funds allocated by the government to the workers, and the workers regarded him as their savior. In fact, Zuo Kunmin knew that he had not increased the economic benefits of the factory, and that the work instructions he had worked hard to write were full of loopholes in implementation.

What to do next? Adjust direction? That means that more than half a month of hard work has been in vain, the trust that everyone has finally built up has been destroyed, and management has become more difficult. If we continue to further optimize the production process, will we go further and further away from the right direction? The factory will completely collapse under our own hands, causing everyone to suffer greater turmoil and suffering?

Faced with so many uncertainties, the only thing that can temporarily make you feel at ease is to find something that you can be sure of right now and do it first.

Come to the office and wait before the senior management meeting. Zuo Kunmin typed out the problems recorded in his notebook yesterday on his computer and sent them to these senior executives to see if they could solve them. Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

Ten minutes before the meeting, Zuo Kunmin wrote the document, arranged for people to print it out, and distributed it to the conference table. Then he drank strong tea slowly and waited for them to enter the conference room.

When 9 o'clock arrived, there were still two people who hadn't come. Zuo Kunmin called in front of everyone: "I don't care what your reasons are, if you can't arrive within ten minutes, don't come."

During the ten minutes of waiting, Zuo Kunmin said nothing. He still drank tea leisurely and observed them consciously or unconsciously.

"The electronic version of the book has a lot of typos."

"Is there? Why didn't I find out?"

"How many pounds have you lost?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I haven't eaten anything since last night, and I haven't worn any thick cotton pants. I should be able to lose two pounds."

……

They chatted without anyone else around. There was only one person who didn't talk to anyone. He frowned and read the document carefully, holding a pen in his hand and sketching on it from time to time. Zuo Kunmin recognized that person. He was Zhang Jianzhong, who was only in his forties and had half of his hair gray. He was now the head of the logistics department.

At 9:9, a late man ran in in a panic. As soon as he sat down, Zuo Kunmin raised his wrist to look at his watch and began to speak.

"Okay, let's start the meeting." Zuo Kunmin's voice was thick and magnetic. Although his voice was not loud, it had strong penetrating power. It drowned out the dense chatter and the conference room quickly became quiet.

"Should you hand in your review yourself, or should I go over and collect it?" Zuo Kunmin asked.

No one spoke or came forward. Some looked at each other, some bowed their heads and remained silent, and some pushed the people around them and whispered, "You go first."

Zuo Kunmin looked at the shy and coy look of these middle-aged and elderly men, who looked like primary school students handing in their homework. He stood up with a smile and said, "I'll accept it."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone quickly pulled out the chair, strode forward, and placed a thick envelope in front of Zuo Kunmin. In the middle of the envelope was written 'Cheng Binman', the man who came in last.

Starting from him, other people also came in one after another, in really different forms. There are student homework books, two thin white papers, manuscript paper with white background and red lines, and A4 paper with words printed on the back...

After everyone handed it over, Zuo Kunmin sat back in his seat and said: "We will not discuss the review of this book in this meeting. I have read what you wrote and we will discuss it tomorrow. There are three main things in today's meeting."

"First, it is the document in front of you. I recorded the problems on the production line yesterday. You can make a report to me after reading it. Second, you hold a Lantern Festival Lantern Festival and submit the plan and budget tomorrow. I will review and approve it. You execute it. Third, don’t stop reading and losing weight. Read ancient books for half an hour every day. Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, each person will lose another five pounds."

"Is this a new assessment plan?" Li Bofei asked.

"Yeah!" Zuo Kunmin responded lightly, raising his cup and taking a sip of water.

"Lantern Festival Lantern Festival? How much is the financial budget? Our factory has not held a lantern festival in almost ten years. What's the point of holding this? It's better to give more bonuses to the workers." Fang Qiming, general manager of the Human Resources Department, said.

Zuo Kunmin put down his cup and said casually: "The funds for the Lantern Festival will not go to the factory's account, I will pay for it myself. It is rare that my family will be here this year, so I just want to give it to myself and make my family happy for two days."

The expressions on everyone's faces were a bit confused. When I heard the first words Zuo Kunmin said, I thought he was so generous. After listening to Zuo Kunmin's last words, I really felt that he was 'charging the public for private gain.

Li Bofei frowned and said: "Mr. Zuo, I can understand the first two items. Why are you reading ancient books? What other ancient books do you want to read? I major in science and engineering, and I really fall asleep when I read books. Yesterday, I still gave you the book My son gave me a hundred yuan in red envelopes, so he helped me finish the reading."

"Don't tell me, your method is really good." Zuo Kunmin nodded with interest, and then said: "You can learn from Li Baofei and let your children read to you. It is best to read with you. As for giving out red envelopes, it is better to You are free to use whatever other incentives you want. I will then make a list of books and send them to you. You can choose from them. They are all books I have read. I will randomly check you every day during meetings."

The conference room suddenly became filled with low wails and frowns. The scene was very much like a student hearing the teacher assign difficult and numerous homework. Only Cheng Bin, who came in last, had a smile on his face.

"It seems that you have entered the discussion stage in advance, and I will not participate." Zuo Kunmin said, sorting out the messy papers on the table, and stood up to leave.

"Mr. Zuo, I have one last question." Zhang Jianzhong suddenly stood up and said.

"You said."

"Can I not lose weight?"

Zuo Kunmin took a look at Zhang Jianzhong. He was about 1 meters tall and probably weighed about 8 pounds. He was very thin. He nodded and said, "Yes, but you have to find a way to make some achievements elsewhere."

After returning to the office, Zuo Kunmin stood in front of the office window, staring blankly at the chimneys emitting thick smoke and the gray-black buildings not far away, feeling desolate in his heart. Can such a dilapidated place really get better? Do you have this ability?