During Lunar New Year's Eve dinner, everyone said Li Zhixing had become more obedient and agreed to whatever Feng Yu said.
After everyone greeted each other, Feng Yu's grandfather took out a red packet from his pocket and gave one to everyone, including Li Shiqiang's parents.
All of them were speechless. At his age, Feng Yu can still receive red packets?!
Feng Yu rubbed his chin and looked at Feng Yu. He walks over and asked. "Grandpa, I plan to go to Bing City Machinery Manufacturing Group and Bing City Pharmaceutical Enterprise tomorrow to give out red packets. Do you want to come with me? I promise you will have a good time giving out red packets! "
Li Na hit Feng Yu lightly. "Grandpa will not go with you. What do you mean by giving out red packets? I am asking for good luck."
"I will not go. I will stay at home tomorrow." Feng Yu's grandfather said loudly. "The three of you should go to bed and wake up early tomorrow. Many people will be coming to our house."
Who will be coming to our house? It will be those provincial and city leaders. They are using this as an excuse to get closer to Feng Yu or Feng Xingtai.
Since the year before last, Li Shiqiang's family will be coming here to celebrate the Lunar New Year together. They can also visit Li Shiqiang.
Regardless if it is Feng Yu or Li Shiqiang, the amount they donate is not a small amount. It is not convenient for them to visit Feng Yu during normal times, and giving out red packets is a good excuse. No one can stop them from visiting Feng Yu's grandfather.
This is also why Feng Yu wants to give out red packets to his employees personally. He does not want to stay at home and be harassed by those people.
Feng Yu does not care about donations, but he does not like to be forced to donate. Donating is a joyful thing, and Feng Yu would rather not donate if he is unhappy.
Especially, Feng Yu does not want his donations to be used by those unrelated people to gain political credit. He will not be lenient to those people who really need his help.
But to be honest, the traffic in Longjiang was very good and there had not been any natural disasters in the past two years. If they still needed to rely on donations to survive, it meant that the local officials were not qualified!
With Feng Yu's help over the years, when Old Zhang was still in Longjiang, there were no poor counties in Longjiang. Agriculture, tourism, medicine, food, and machinery manufacturing had all contributed to the growth of the Longjiang Base City's tax revenue.
Moreover, the population of the Longjiang Base City was small. How could they be poor?
Those who came to ask for donations were mostly here for political achievements. But there were others who were smart enough to bring a proposal with them.
He told them how he planned to develop his hometown and how much he could increase the income of his hometown in the future. The problem now was the lack of start-up funds. We got a loan from the bank and some funds from the higher-ups. We have to raise the rest ourselves.
Of course, it wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but the local municipal construction might slow down, so he wanted to borrow some from Feng Yu first.
Their cleverness made Feng Yu feel very helpless. Borrow? Do you think it's reasonable for the government to borrow money from someone? It's all because they want me to donate money.
But if it was a good proposal, Feng Yu would still donate the money and send someone to monitor the use of the money.
Now, all the leaders in Longjiang Base City knew that Feng Yu's donations will not be transferred to their designated accounts. They will monitor the use of the money and ensure that the money will not be spent on other areas.
You want to renovate the government building? Sorry, not a single cent!
If anyone dares to embezzle the money, let's see who will be the unlucky one when our boss gets angry! Those two leaders who were jailed for embezzling the money will be a warning to all of you!
The next morning, Feng Yu woke up for breakfast and went out. His car was already waiting outside.
"General Manager Feng, Happy New Year!"
The driver and his bodyguards shouted in unison.
Feng Yu smiled and took out a few red envelopes from his pocket. "Here, one each. Happy New Year."
Feng Yu arrived at Bing City Machinery Manufacturing Group's factory first. During Lunar New Year, the machines will be shut down for at least 24 hours. But those who are in charge of maintenance and repairs are the busiest.
"General Manager Feng, Happy New Year." A young man covered in engine oil shouted.
"Happy New Year. Thank you for your hard work. Here, take the red envelopes. How are your work arrangements? What time do you work today? "Feng Yu asked.
"I will be taking over at 7 am. Eight hours. There are seven days during Lunar New Year, and we will be on duty. "The young man smiled happily.
Those who were on duty last night had received red envelopes, but their red envelopes were not as generous as General Manager Feng's red envelopes. With a pinch of his fingers, he knew that it was a thousand yuan!
Feng Yu turned and looked at the person in charge of the factory. "How are the shifts arranged?" Could it be that someone knows he will be giving out red envelopes and used their connections to arrange shifts?
The person in charge points to the young man and said. "Xiao Wang, you speak."
Xiao Wang smiled proudly. "I got the red envelopes by drawing lots!" He had just entered the factory last year and did not know that working on the same shift during Lunar New Year can be so good!
Feng Yu's jaws dropped. Drawing lots?
They are using such a "scientific and fair" method to arrange shifts?!
The person in charge explained. "It is not appropriate to arrange shifts during Lunar New Year. This is to be fair, and I had also drawn lots to arrange shifts for today."
The leader is also drawing lots! Feng Yu took a deep breath. He does not have any better ideas.
He continued walking, and everyone who saw him rushed over to pay their New Year greetings. Although many of them had not seen Feng Yu before and did not know him, when they saw the few people carrying big bags behind Feng Yu, they knew he must be their boss, General Manager Feng!
Feng Yu walked around the factory, and the 1,000 red envelopes were almost finished. There were only 1 million red envelopes.
Feng Yu thought for a while and said. "Tell Old Li that everyone on shift during Lunar New Year should get a red envelope. Those who had received red envelopes before, and the rest should get some too. Ok, set it at 500 RMB. "
"Our company has over 20,000 employees, and they can all work on the same shift. Should we give them red envelopes?" That will be over 10 million RMB!
"That's right. All the employees should get a red envelope when they start work. This is not the year-end bonus, and it is my personal red envelopes. I will get someone to settle the bill with the company's finance department later."
This amount of money is nothing to Feng Yu. The company's year-end bonus will not be small, but his personal red envelopes are extra.
Of course, there are benefits to spending this money. Everyone in the company, from the security guards to the technicians in the workshop, is grateful to him. Anyone who wants to topple Feng Yu's authority in the company must see if the workers agree!
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