Fainted already?
Could it be an illness?
All the workers dispersed immediately.
Just kidding, why would anyone linger around when something like this happens? They’d be inviting trouble and extortion.
Everyone stepped away from Du Yujuan, and the scene fell silent.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and send her to the hospital!"
After a while, a department store staff member who seemed to be a supervisor began to direct the others.
Someone was arranged to help the unconscious Du Yujuan to the hospital, and other sales assistants were brought in to handle the workers' business.
Of course, they had to apologize very respectfully for the lack of goods, even though they usually looked down on these workers!
"Haha!"
The workers let out hearty laughter, feeling a great sense of pride.
This made the other customers watching on the side curl their lips, putting on the air of nouveau riche.
But they had indeed produced that much money, and no one could say anything.
The old man walked up to Wei Liangyong and asked.
"Young man, is your salary really that high, over two thousand? Didn't the automobile factory have poor performance and owe a lot of foreign debt before?"
The old man's words were no longer filled with doubt, as the facts were laid out before him, even though he still found it somewhat unbelievable.
"Ahem, over two thousand is for that guy; he's a special case. Most of us only get a few hundred yuan a month, which is fine." Wei Liangyong nodded at Lin Jianguo first, then grinned widely at the old man and said with a smile.
Unlike Lin Jianguo, who was a bit taciturn, he was very happy to share.
He then started to talk non-stop.
"What you're saying is ancient history. Information about the automobile factory is long outdated!
Now, under the leadership of our young factory manager, Wang Yu, our automobile factory's performance is improving day by day. We brothers work overtime every day, wishing our parents had given us two more hands!"
Wei Liangyong's boastful words were not at all hushed, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Sensing the gaze of others, Wei Liangyong became even more animated.
"Our young factory manager is like Zhuge Liang; he effortlessly turned the factory around, paid off all the foreign debt, and received orders hand over fist. We brothers are so busy we can't keep up, so we have to outsource a lot of work to other factories. For example, the bicycle factory, which had gone bankrupt, is now back in business thanks to the orders from our young factory manager. They're also working overtime all night.
Of course, they don't have our good fortune. Our young factory manager is not only generous with overtime pay, with triple pay on weekdays and quadruple pay on holidays, but he also gives out various holiday bonuses and慰问金 (comfort money) for different reasons every now and then. We just received our holiday bonus of 300 yuan not long ago."
Speaking of this, Wei Liangyong puffed out his chest, looking very proud and smug.
The other workers beside him also felt the same way, looking equally proud.
That's right, they earned their living by their skills, and there was nothing to be ashamed of!
Moreover, the treatment and benefits their young factory manager provided to his brothers were absolutely top-notch. Otherwise, how could they have only admired high-end goods in department stores from afar before, let alone buy them directly whenever they wanted like they do now?
Of course, the price was still a bit of a strain for the workers, but at least it was within their affordable range.
As for Lin Jianguo... he was a special case and couldn't be generalized!
Wei Liangyong then began to talk volubly, and as he spoke more, the faces of the surrounding customers and department store staff became increasingly strange.
Envy, jealousy, disbelief, disdain… all sorts of gazes and looks, mixed with a hundred flavors, were present.
But without a doubt, if looks could speak, they would have coalesced into a single sentence.
The automobile factory is so amazing, are they still hiring? We all want to work there!
A holiday bonus alone is worth more than their wages for a long time!
"Wait, you just said the holiday bonus was 300 yuan?"
The old man suddenly spoke. What holiday was there recently? Could it be Labor Day, which had passed nearly half a month ago? Was it a retroactive payment?
"What holiday? The closest holiday to now is Children's Day, of course?"
Wei Liangyong looked at the old man as if he were an idiot.
It was not easy; finally, someone was even less sharp than Wei Guangtou (bald Wei).
"Children's Day?"
The old man's voice even distorted. "Are you kidding me? Who ever heard of giving bonuses on Children's Day? Are you all still three years old?"
Could there be a more absurd reason?
"Isn't it obvious? Children's Day is in two days, so what else could it be?" Wei Liangyong said matter-of-factly.
"The money is in the hands of our young factory manager. As long as he is willing to use it for bonuses, there is no problem. Even if he wanted to use the excuse of his family's sow giving birth, that's his freedom!"
Uh, the way he put it was so logical that it was impossible to refute.
Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded. Although the words were crude, they were undeniably true!
As long as Wang Yu wasn't using public funds for private gain, it was his choice how to spend it. Besides, it was a private factory, so improving the workers' treatment was perfectly fine, wasn't it?
Seeing the shock and admiration from the people around, Wei Liangyong felt extremely pleased. People usually said he, a rough man who barely knew any characters, was ignorant and foolish, but now it seemed these seemingly educated people weren't that smart either; they couldn't figure out such an obvious truth!
With a smug smile, Wei Liangyong was about to turn and leave.
He had bought new clothes and was going to eat and drink well with them tonight. Why should he linger here babbling with these people?
He had to work overtime tomorrow!
Pursing his lips, he was about to leave when the old man stopped him again.
"Young man, I have one more question."
"You old man, why so much nonsense?"
Wei Liangyong sounded somewhat impatient, his shiny bald head reflecting a slight glare.
"Last question, what were those grades and bonus coefficients you just mentioned?"
"Grades are how our young factory manager, Wang Yu, ranks us workers internally. It's modeled after the old eight-grade worker system, where everyone is classified by skill and technique.
Depending on the grade, we receive bonuses with different coefficients, which are multipliers of the basic profit bonus. For example, I have a coefficient of 1.3, so I get 1.3 times the bonus.
That Lin Jianguo is a Grade 7. The basic salary alone that our young factory manager gives him is 500 yuan a month. Plus the 1.6 times bonus and overtime pay, it's indeed possible for him to get 2,000."
Wei Liangyong looked enviously at Lin Jianguo, then answered the old man's question and turned to leave, leaving everyone with their jaws dropped.
So, the automobile factory really had such high incomes?
Meanwhile, Wei Liangyong continued to mutter to himself. If it weren't for that scoundrel Brother Hu dragging his feet when providing the equipment, causing him to slip, he would have definitely gotten a Grade 5 worker. Not only would his basic salary increase, but his bonus coefficient would also be 1.4 times...
All the employees of the automobile factory left, leaving behind the stunned expressions of everyone in the department store and the empty shelves.
A moment later, someone found the old man.
Fang Zhongtian, with his distinctive long face and a mole on his chin, his eyes gleaming with greed and cunning, scurried over to the old man like a pug.
"Old Chairman Xu, why did you return so suddenly? You didn't say anything, so we could come to pick you up."
"It's nothing, I just came back for a stroll." The old man glanced indifferently at Fang Zhongtian. "Since you're here, I have something to ask you. Tell me properly about the automobile factory and Wang Yu, what's going on."