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Before Li He could eat dinner, Lil 'Wei and Lu Bo came back.
Lu Bo found three trishaws and pulled them over. There were six bottles in a box, so there were only 50 boxes.
Li He directly opened a bottle, poured a glass, smashed it to taste it, and then asked them to put it in an empty room.
Lu Bo gave Lil 'Wei another 500 yuan, and Lil' Wei left happily. This was more than his annual salary, how could he not be happy?
He said to Li He, "Two of Ding Shiping's friends are here. Brother Song asked if you want to meet them."
Li He replied, "No, just take good care of them. How are they?"
"One can split bricks with his bare hands, and two bricks at that. My hands hurt just from looking at them. There was also a big poplar tree that was a few meters tall. He climbed up the tree. Both of you are very capable, "Lu Bo praised the two of them.
"Then be more polite to them."
Li He didn't ask Lu Bo to stay for dinner and let him leave.
He Fang started school earlier than Li He. The next day, she packed her luggage and asked, "Do you want to send me?"
"No problem," Li He went to push the motorbike.
Many places were under construction, and Li He rode the motorbike in circles.
After sending He Fang to school, he came back and looked at the empty house. Li He suddenly felt empty in his heart.
He sat on the doorstep, bathing in the bright sunlight, and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't plan to cook lunch by himself.
Lil 'Wei came over and gave Li He a cigarette, "Brother, smoke."
Li He didn't care about the bad cigarette and lit it up. He looked up and asked Lil 'Wei, "Are you skipping work again? Didn't you ask for leave? "
Lil 'Wei said nonchalantly, "It's fine. As long as it's not more than 7 days in a row, I'll just deduct some of my pay. I don't care about that little bit of pay. Many people do the same thing. I've even written a request for leave, but they don't even bother to write one. "
The order in the factory was chaotic. Tardiness, absenteeism, sleeping on the job, and rushing to the streets were commonplace. Fights, drunkenness, and theft of supplies were ignored.
"Is there no one to do anything?" Li He asked.
"In the past, no one cared. As long as the quota was completed every month, everything would be fine. I heard that there's a new policy that the factory doesn't have to pay money to the government in the future. Our factory director was happy for a few days. "
"Changing profits to taxes?"
"Yes, that's it. Something about changing profits to taxes. In the past, it was not only the workers who worked the same amount of time, but also the directors of the factories who worked the same amount of time. As long as they completed the quota, it was fine. No factory was willing to work overtime. I heard we'll have to work overtime.
The so-called change of profits to taxes was to change the profits paid by the state-owned enterprises to income tax. Before the change of profits to taxes, for a state-owned enterprise, or for the public economy that occupied an absolute position at that time, all the profits of the state-owned enterprises were to be turned over.
What did it mean for a normal company to hand over all of its profits?
It meant that the company was going to stay where it was! There was no need for a new production line, no need to update technical equipment, no need to expand production capacity. Everyone could just stay where they were and wait to die. Anyway, it didn't matter if it was good or bad.
This actually violated the nature of the company, which was to pursue the maximum benefit.
From 1979 to 1984, it was the stage of the state-owned enterprise reform, where the company delegated power and expanded its autonomy.
The dual-track system was actually a natural outcome of this stage of decentralization and transfer of benefits.
The independent management of the company would produce a result. It would increase its production efficiency and produce more products. What would happen to this part of the products?
Therefore, the market track was automatically opened.
One ring after another.
Basically, there were new regulations and policies every month to meet the needs of the current economic development.
Li He closed his eyes with his hands behind his back. He leaned against the door frame and said lazily, "If you don't work hard, don't fool around. Who do you think you can beat? "
"Bro, you can't look down on me. Others can make a lot of money, why can't I make a lot of money?" Wei was a little unconvinced.
He even wanted to say that Lu Bo was a cripple. If a cripple could do it, why couldn't he?
"Not to mention how many people in the countryside don't have enough to eat, even in the city, if you don't do this job, there will immediately be a group of people fighting to take your job. You don't know how lucky you are! "Li Hezheng felt that Xiaowei was biting off more than he could chew.
"Then I'll leave?"
"I don't care." He continued to force his eyes to sleep and didn't want to say another word.
Little Wei saw that Li He was ignoring him, so he left resentfully.
Li He didn't know why he fell asleep on the doorstep. The weather was neither hot nor cold, and the sun was warm and comfortable.
After waking up, he locked the door and went to the restaurant next door to eat something.
After eating, Li He was still sitting on the doorstep with two dogs lying on both sides. After being stroked by Li He, they didn't want to leave.
"Little bastard, I'll beat you to death today."
He saw Wei running in front of him while his father chased after him angrily with a pair of fire tongs.
His mother shouted from behind, "You must beat him to death to teach him a lesson."
The father and son chased each other around the alley for a few rounds.
Many people came out of the alley to watch the show.
Li He was immediately interested. He walked over and asked Wang Xinmin, another child who often played with Wei, "What's going on? Why are you still chasing after him?"
Wang Xinmin chuckled, "Little Wei has grown up and quit his job. How can his father not beat him up?"
"What? He quit his job? " Li He chuckled. He had a higher opinion of him. He didn't expect this child to have such great prospects.
"He quit. Hehe, I don't know what's wrong with his brain, haha." Wang Xinmin didn't forget to gloat. Wasn't there something wrong with his brain? That was a meat packing factory. Many people tried to get in, but they couldn't.
"It takes time to quit. How can it be so fast? Can't his father just bring the resignation letter back and everything will be over? " Li He asked, confused.
"That's why he lied. He complained that the HR department was slow and even got into an argument with them. They were so angry that they stamped his name on the spot. Now, he happily came back with the resignation letter. There was no turning back at all. His father was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Who else can I beat if not him? "
At night, Li He cooked a bowl of noodles. Just as he was about to eat, there was a knock on the door.
Li He went to open the door and saw that it was Wei. The handprint on his face was still clearly visible. It seemed that his father was really angry and didn't hold back.
"Why are you here? Aren't you going home?" Li He asked.
"Bro, can I stay here for a night? I'll go back after my father calms down," Wei said dejectedly.
"No, it has nothing to do with me. Go sleep at Wang Xinmin's house. You two are getting along so well." Li He quickly closed the door. If his father saw this, he would think that Li He had instigated Wei to quit.
Wei quickly pushed the door shut, "No, bro, Wang Xinmin's parents won't let me stay."
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