Qi Tongwei: Sign-in relationship started during student days

Xia Guanglei wasn't buying it. He tapped the desk lightly with his knuckles and said coldly, "What I need is specific data."

Ma Da paused for a moment, then gave a figure that was somewhat exaggerated: "We have... settled about two hundred people."

"Only two hundred people?" Xia Guanglei's voice suddenly rose. "Comrade Mada, how long has it been? At this rate, when will Hansteel's restructuring even move to the next stage? Huh?"

"Comrade Guanglei, it's not that I'm not trying, it's just... this matter is difficult. In my opinion, we need to take it slow and not rush things," Ma Da said with a bitter face.

Xia Guanglei's face darkened, and his tone revealed impatience: "Comrade Mada, if this job were easy, would you and I be sitting here? Huh?"

He held up a finger and waved it in front of the motor, "I don't care what difficulties you have, I'm only giving you one month."

Within a month, two-thirds of the frontline workers must be laid off, and 80% of the staff in the administrative departments must be cut!

“Comrade Guanglei, aren’t you making things difficult for me?” Ma Da couldn’t help but complain upon hearing this.

Laying off 60,000 to 70,000 people in a month? Isn't that a pipe dream?

These words were like a firecracker. Xia Guanglei slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, making the enamel cup on the table jump. He said angrily, "You think it's difficult? I'm not?! You said those department-level officials were hard to deal with, so I took the pressure out of you and got it done. You said there wasn't enough funding, so I went to the provincial party committee to beg and plead. Now you've solved most of the problems. Do you expect me to do this trivial thing myself?"

Xia Guanglei was furious. How dare a mere deputy secretary talk back to him? Who did he think he was?

If he can't handle Qi Tongwei, surely he can handle a mere Ma Da?

Startled by the slap, Mada's anger flared up instantly. As was his habit since Wada Fuyoshi, he stood up and confronted her.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.

Xia Guanglei is not a pushover like Tian Fengyi. If things really come to a head, he might not even have a foothold in Beishan anymore.

She lowered her stance and softened her tone: "Secretary Xia, I really have no choice."

"Why is there no way?" Xia Guanglei raised an eyebrow and asked.

Ma Da paused for a moment, unsure whether the other party was genuinely unaware or feigning ignorance. He took a deep breath, sat back down dejectedly, and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, Comrade Guang Lei, I won't explain or argue."

"Whatever you say, I'll do. Or how about this, you give me specific instructions, and I'll follow them, okay?"

Xia Guanglei knew perfectly well that if specific instructions were given, and trouble arose in the future, he would be the one to take all the blame.

He said calmly, "I don't have a clear understanding of the specific situation of Hansteel, so it's unrealistic for me to come up with detailed solutions."

I have only one principle—Hansteel's current resources cannot support so many people. Therefore, staff reduction must be swift and decisive.

He paused, then added, "Aren't other companies in Beishan short of staff? I think we shouldn't bother with any voluntary recruitment; we should just reassign them to those areas."

Although they're both private enterprises, the income isn't low; it might not be worse than working at Hansteel. Ultimately, it's because your publicity efforts weren't adequate.

Ma Da shook his head with a wry smile, looking helpless: "Comrade Guanglei, if only it were that simple. The management methods of these private enterprises are completely different from those of our Hansteel."

Especially in terms of welfare benefits and security, the difference is not just a little bit, it's like heaven and earth.

Not to mention, many private enterprises use piecework, where the more you do, the more you earn. It sounds fair, but in reality, it treats people like breathing machines. The day they can't keep up, they're simply kicked out. In fact, some people who are slow simply can't keep up.