Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

When Li Qinwu saw that the farmers were holding hoes and other farm tools and blocking the factory gate, his face changed. He thought they were here to cause trouble, so he pulled out the pistol from his waist. Two clones jumped down from the carriage, standing on both sides with Thompson submachine guns in their hands.

However, Li Qinwu did not point the gun at these people, but pointed it downward. It was questionable what these people were doing, and pointing a gun at people would easily intensify the conflict.

But this was enough to scare the other party. They all took a step back, with horror on their faces.

Seeing that the other party was stunned, Li Qinwu put the pistol back into the holster and stood there asking the other party: "What do you want to do here?"

The farmers looked at each other in confusion. Some were frightened by the gun. After a while, a man in his 40s stood up.

The man swallowed and took a cautious step forward.

"You misunderstood, sir. We came here to ask if the factory has reopened? Can we go back to work?"

Li Qinwu was stunned. What did this mean? Li Jin, who was sitting in the car, got out of the car and explained to him, "This man is the village chief of a nearby village. His surname is Niu. The house we rented for the workers is in their village.

Ten years ago, many young and strong people in their village worked in the steel factory. After the steel factory went bankrupt, they went back to farming.

When I went to rent a house in their village, the village chief Niu asked if the factory was going to open. In the past few days, when the coking furnace was turned on, the area within a mile was full of dust. I guess they saw the movement and came to look for work. "

Li Qinwu looked at the farm tools in the hands of these people, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to the farmers: "Oh, you are all here to find work. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were here to dismantle the factory!"

He was in a bad mood. These people came rushing over with farm tools and blocked the factory gate without saying a word. He would not have believed it if they hadn't been forcing him.

Village chief Niu knew that his and his companions' little tricks had been seen through, and he stood there feeling completely awkward. He quickly handed the hoe in his hand to the person behind him, and then told everyone to throw the hoe to the side of the road.

"Well... well, I saw smoke coming out of the chimney from a distance, and thought that the factory had started working again. I was happy, and now I see that he is still working in the fields, but I ran over here immediately, hehe..."

Li Qinwu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and waved his hand.

"Get out of the way. You, come in and talk with us. The others will wait outside."

Village chief Niu was scolded and whispered something to the other farmers, and the farmers opened the factory gate.

The convoy slowly entered the factory. Li Qinwu asked Li Jin to take the workers around the factory to familiarize them with the environment. He then led Village Chief Niu to find an open space to stand and talk.

"Do you smoke?"

He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for himself, and left one for Village Chief Niu.

Village chief Niu thanked him a few times, took the cigarette and put it to his nose to smell it, but did not smoke it. Instead, he put it between his ears.

"Oh my, what a good cigarette! I've never smoked such a good cigarette before!"

Li Qinwu didn't waste time talking to him and went straight to the point.

"How many of you used to work in the factory? What kind of jobs did you do?"

"There are 120 young and strong people in our village, and we have all worked in the factory. At that time, the factory did not tell us what kind of job we were. We just moved coal, slag and other things in the factory."

Li Qinwu understood. It was just heavy physical labor. These people had been farmers for generations. Few of them could even read. It was unlikely that the factory would teach a bunch of illiterate people skills. But if it was hard labor...

Li Qinwu looked up and down at Village Chief Niu. Although his body was a little skinny, he was strong enough, especially his forearms, which were very well developed.

You can tell whether a person can do heavy work by looking at his forearms. The muscles in the forearms are difficult to train, and only people who work all year round will have well-developed forearms. Village chief Niu and the farmers outside have very well-developed forearms, and they are definitely good at doing heavy work.

There is a lot of heavy work in factories and the prices of clones are too high. They should not be trapped in basic positions, but should become managers.

Thinking of this, Li Qinwu said to Village Chief Niu: "Tomorrow, ask all the young and strong men in your village to come for an interview. Those who are healthy and have a clean background will be admitted. For the time being, the factory will only arrange heavy work for you, such as transporting coal and steel. If you can't stand it, let me know in advance. As for the treatment..."

He thought for a moment and realized that the technical workers in the factory were divided into junior, intermediate and senior levels, corresponding to 20 to 30 oceans, 40 to 60 oceans, and 80 to 110 oceans respectively.

This division is a bit too general. He plans to introduce the eight-level worker system of later generations, with different wages corresponding to different work levels. This will motivate workers to hone their skills and upgrade their work levels.

As for those who do hard work, they have no skills and cannot even be rated as workmen. At best, they are temporary workers.

In this era, farmers can only earn two or three dollars a month working in the fields, but after all, they come to work for the factory. It is unacceptable to pay them too little, but too much is unaffordable.

After thinking for a while, Li Qinwu said tentatively: "How about your salary of 5 dollars a month?"

After saying this, he looked carefully at Village Chief Niu's reaction.

Village Chief Niu was overjoyed and knelt down in front of Li Qinwu.

"Oh, great lord of justice! Oh, great man who saved my life! I thank you on behalf of the young people in my village!"

Li Qinwu screamed and quickly moved away, then helped Village Chief Niu up from the side.

"Fuck, Village Chief Niu, please don't mess with me! This is a private factory. You can call me Director Li. The one in the car is called Li Jin, you can call him Boss Li. The old man in the Zhongshan suit is the factory director, call him Old Factory Director."

Li Qinwu corrected the address given to Village Chief Niu, announced the main positions in the factory, and then sent Village Chief Liu out of the factory and asked him to disperse the villagers. What were they doing surrounding the factory? They thought that Director Li had become a capitalist who oppressed the people and was going to be hung up on the street lamp.

Village chief Niu told the farmers that the factory was willing to recruit workers and offered a salary of five dollars. The farmers cheered and some even cried with joy.

What Li Qinwu didn't know was that the previous factory paid the coolies three dollars a month. The extra two dollars that Li Qinwu received was undoubtedly a temptation like the employment opportunities in later generations.

Nowadays, there is chaos and natural disasters, and not much food can be dug out of the fields. Five oceans can greatly improve the farmers' ability to resist disasters, which gives farmers hope for life. As long as they can be firmly tied to the factory, a better life is foreseeable!