Jiang Zhiguo and his wife saw that their son finally came back. Why did he want to go out again? Jiang Zhiguo's mother couldn't help asking curiously, "Chengcheng, what are you going to do? Don't you want to eat at home? "
Jiang Cheng opened the door and changed his shoes. He said, "I'm not going to eat. I think it will be a long time before I come back. You can eat first. Don't wait for me!"
Jiang Zhiguo and his wife were not as fast as their son. When they arrived at the door, they found that Jiang Cheng had already gone downstairs. Jiang Zhiguo, who was old and strong, suddenly remembered that his son had stayed in the room for a while. He couldn't help but walk into his son's bedroom curiously. After looking around, he didn't find anything unusual.
Jiang Zhiguo couldn't help but wonder. His son didn't receive a phone call just now. Why did he suddenly want to go out as soon as he entered the house? Jiang Zhiguo was puzzled.
Suddenly, a chaotic noise came into his ears. Jiang Zhiguo couldn't help but stand by the window and look down curiously. He was shocked when he saw that the building was surrounded by people. One or two hundred people were standing downstairs. They were surrounding the door of the building, making a loud noise. Jiang Zhiguo didn't know what they were doing.
Jiang Zhiguo couldn't help but take a closer look. He couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that the people downstairs were all his old buddies and old friends.
In the early years, when Jiang Zhiguo came back from cutting the queue, he was idle at home all day. According to the policy of that era, socialism didn't support idlers. Everyone was a brick of socialism and should be moved wherever needed.
Therefore, the people of the neighborhood committee found a job for Jiang Zhiguo, which was to be the lowest-level boiler worker in the old Jiangnan Brewery. He was responsible for burning coal every day.
But in the end, he was still laid off by thousands of yuan. In the end, he could only be a security guard, earning a meager salary every day to support his family.
Although Jiang Zhiguo was laid off, he still kept in touch with the workers he knew at the brewery. Ever since his son bought the old brewery and became his wife, Jiang Zhiguo would go back to the brewery to check on his old workers. He also wanted to help his son keep an eye on the brewery, hoping that he could help his son.
But later, Jiang Zhiguo stopped going because the workmates treated him like they treated their wives. This made Jiang Zhiguo feel awkward and flustered. He was originally a low-level boiler worker, but he suddenly became the father of those elite workers' boss. After all, this change was still a bit big, so Jiang Zhiguo was very sensible and did not go to show off. Instead, he stayed at home and played cards and chess every day, maintaining his health and leisure. When he had nothing to do, he would occasionally go out to travel. Needless to say, his life was very comfortable. Anyway, his son had the ability to earn money, so he raised him to take care of himself. Now that his son had made a name for himself, of course, he had to enjoy his life with his boss.
Jiang Zhiguo was a little confused when he saw a group of old colleagues standing downstairs. He thought to himself, "Don't we have to go to work today? Why did everyone come to my house?"
Although Jiang Zhiguo was old, he was not stupid. He immediately thought of his son's actions and understood that these colleagues were here to make trouble.
Jiang Zhiguo didn't dare to waste time at this time. He rushed out of the bedroom and shouted to his wife, "Something bad happened in the factory. Those old people are making trouble in our house. Let's go down and help them. I'm afraid that Chengcheng can't resist those old men!"
When Hu Xiulan heard that something had happened in the factory, she was stunned for a moment, but she soon reacted. She hurriedly changed her shoes, followed her husband out of the door, and took the elevator downstairs.
At this time, Jiang Cheng had reached the bottom floor. He looked at the employees gathered at the door of his unit and found that there were as many as 200 people. Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling a little unhappy. According to Qi Qiaotong's phone call, there were only 104 people on the list of layoffs this time, but there were at least 180 people on the scene, far more than the number on the list.
Jiang Cheng stood at the top of the stairs, waved his arms, and shouted, "Those who are not on the layoff list, all go back to work. What do you want? Are you rebelling? "
It must be said that the boss still had the dignity of a boss. This group of employees dared to make a ruckus in front of Gao Xuezhen, but in front of Jiang Cheng, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. After all, Jiang Cheng's reputation was right there.
Everyone in the factory knew Jiang Cheng's background. When he was a child, he was the king of mischief in the village. When he was in school, his academic performance was not good. Later, he dropped out of school and became a soldier for a few years. No one expected that after he came back, he would mix well.
Basically, everyone had heard about Jiang Cheng. They knew that he had some ability in the underworld of Jiangnan City. There were many gangsters following him, but they were all from the same village. Moreover, Jiang Cheng didn't embarrass the villagers, and often gave benefits to them.
To be honest, Jiang Cheng was very popular in the village. Otherwise, how could those parents be willing to let their children follow Jiang Cheng?
At least, with the boy of the Jiang family, their monthly living expenses were stable, and they didn't fight. On the contrary, these stinky boys had learned to be obedient and would go to work obediently. Therefore, the villagers didn't know how to describe their feelings for Jiang Cheng.
But since they were already here, how could they be frightened by just a few words? The bald old man, Kang Ze, opened his mouth. He rolled up his sleeves, pointed at Jiang Cheng, and scolded, "Surnamed Jiang, you're not a nice person!"
When Jiang Cheng heard the words of the uncle in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh. He asked with a smile, "Uncle Kang, how am I not kind? Tell us, and let me hear it. Let's see how I am not kind! "
Jiang Cheng had known the old man in front of him for a long time. He was a famous old hooligan in the village, but the old hooligan had been very honest recently and hadn't done anything harmful. If that were the case, Jiang Cheng would have killed him long ago.
Kang Ze swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat and said, "Of course you're not kind. What did you say when you bought the factory? You said that you would let us old guys not suffer losses and that we could have a full meal. But now, as soon as the factory is in trouble, you immediately want to fire us old guys. You don't keep your word!"
Jiang Cheng smiled. He sneered and said, "Uncle Kang, what you said is wrong. Yes, I said that everyone could make money and have enough to eat, but there is a premise. The premise is that I, Jiang Cheng, can make money and have enough to eat. Only then can I support you.
Now the factory is in trouble, I am losing money, and I have to starve. How can I support you? Why can't I take out my own pocket to pay you?
This is a private enterprise, not a state-owned enterprise like before. If a state-owned enterprise suffers losses, the government will pay for it. But for me, if I suffer losses, the government will not pay for me. I can only starve and beg for food! So your reason is not valid at all! "
Jiang Cheng directly answered Kang Ze's question with a very straightforward reason. Originally, he still had some concerns. He didn't want to fire so many people in one go. But now that he was in debt, where would he have the spare money to feed so many idlers?
The layoffs must be carried out immediately. Not only in the winery, but also in the headquarters of the group. The price of layoffs in the winery was relatively small. Every employee would be given three months' salary subsidies according to the contract. But if the employees of the group were to be laid off, it would be a difficult problem.
On the way back, Jiang Cheng had already made a plan. The layoffs of the group were imperative. Although it would affect the reputation and social image of the group, it was a critical moment. Mino had returned to Beijing and handed over such a large group to him. If he didn't find a way to protect the group, he really didn't know how to explain to Mino.
Jiang Cheng's words caused a lot of commotion among the people at the scene. Some people who were not strong-willed had quietly retreated at this time. They took a taxi at the gate of the community and rushed to the factory.
These people were not on the layoff list. Now that Jiang Cheng had said so, what else could they say? This year's economy was not good. It was already very good to have a job with a monthly salary of thousands of yuan. Why would they follow these people who were going to be fired to join in the fun? It was better to go back to the factory and go to work.
In a few minutes, one-third of the people at the scene had left. Those who were not on the layoff list had all gone back to the factory to work. Only those who were still on the layoff list stood there without moving. They were here to find a way to keep their jobs. If they didn't achieve their goal, they wouldn't leave so easily.
Seeing that everyone was indifferent to his words and still stood there, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look at them and said, "Uncles, you are all my elders, the same generation as my father. I'm your junior. According to reason, I really don't want to lay off any of you, but I'm really in trouble now. I owe a lot of debts and really can't support so many people anymore. So I hope you can understand me. Go back and pack up your things today. I'll ask the finance department to calculate your wages. Each of you will be paid three months' wages in a lump sum according to the salary on the contract. Are you satisfied now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd raised his hand and objected, "It's only been three months. You want to drive away old employees who have worked hard for the factory? You're dreaming!"
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