Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen didn't bother with any formalities when he came up; he went straight to asking everyone present what they used to do.

He sized up these people, and those people were sizing him up too.

Their faces didn't look good; they seemed somewhat dejected, as if the factory was about to disappear and they were about to pack up and leave.

Factory Director Ma has a good appearance, but the factory is probably in such a state because he is somewhat conservative in his thinking.

You can't blame him; the general situation is what it is.

After pouring the water, the man with the rosacea cleared his throat, glancing at everyone else who were silently smoking.

"How about I introduce him to President Jiang?"

Jiang Sen's lips twitched slightly, and he nodded in agreement.

"This is Ding Yongge, the master craftsman of our carpentry workshop. He used to be the one who drew up the patterns and cut the materials for making furniture. He was also the workshop director of workshop one."

Ding Yongge was fifty years old. He was thin, wearing a worn-out military overcoat, with messy hair and yellowed fingers from smoking.

He showed no expression, only nodding slightly to Jiang Sen.

Jiang Sen nodded as well.

"This is Wang Zhaomei, and this is..."

After the introductions were finished, the man with the bulbous nose smiled, nodded to Jiang Sen, and sat down.

Jiang Sen did not expect that the eight workers who stayed behind were all key personnel, the youngest being over forty years old and the oldest being fifty-two, namely Ding Yongge.

According to current regulations, both of them will be able to retire in seven or eight years.

But they stayed here and never left. They've worked here their whole lives, and they can't bear to leave. They all want to work until they retire.

Otherwise, at such an advanced age, there wouldn't be any jobs available.

To his surprise, all eight of them were truly skilled workers with expertise in their craft.

If they want to get into the furniture industry, the first thing they need to solve is the problem of finding skilled workers.

There are people like this already, why would we need to look for them outside?

Jiang Sen suddenly turned to look at the person with the bulbous nose, "You haven't introduced yourself yet?"

The man with the red nose paused for a moment. Hadn't Director Ma already introduced it?

"Oh, sorry, I forgot! My name is Feng Baoguo, and I'm the office director of the furniture factory. I'm in charge of everything in the factory, from food and drink to all sorts of miscellaneous matters."

Jiang Sen asked that question on purpose.

He couldn't quite understand it.

There were two people on the train at the time; the other one had a sharp, angular face.

But today I only saw Feng Baoguo, not the knife-faced guy.

"How long has it been since the factory had any business?" Jiang Sen continued to ask.

“Oh, if we’re going to count…” Feng Baoguo rolled his eyes as he recalled, “It’s been more than a year.”

"There's been no business for over a year, what about the workers' wages...?"

Feng Baoguo looked helpless. "We also want to make money, but without business, there's no money. Many people couldn't take it and transferred or resigned to start their own small businesses. None of us want to leave this factory. After all, we've been here since the beginning, and we built it brick by brick with our own hands."

Jiang Sen nodded knowingly, "I see... Then I have a question I'd like to ask Director Feng."

"No, no, Mr. Jiang, please ask whatever you want."

“Then I’ll ask…” Jiang Sen paused for a moment, then suddenly stopped asking and said to Factory Manager Ma, “Factory Manager Ma, I can assure you right now that after we take over the furniture factory, you will continue to be the factory manager, and Master Ding and the others can stay. Their wages will increase by five yuan from their original base salary!”

Upon hearing this, even Factory Director Ma was momentarily stunned.

They were still wondering if the question Jiang Sen wanted to ask Feng Baoguo was about their future.

The result was that they were all allowed to stay.

The contrast was so stark that several people got their hands burned by cigarettes.

They all sat up straight, looking even more nervous than before, and eagerly watched Jiang Sen continue.

Feng Baoguo also realized what was happening and led the applause, "Come on, everyone, let's thank President Jiang together, let's clap!"

The applause wasn't exactly enthusiastic because there were few people, but everyone gave it their all.

They not only kept their jobs, but their wages also increased by five yuan afterward.

They used to earn only a dozen yuan a month, but suddenly it increased by five yuan, making it the same amount the factory manager used to earn.

Factory Director Ma was very excited. He stood up, stretched out his hands, and said, "General Manager Jiang, on behalf of the entire factory..." He glanced at the eight workers, "All ten employees, thank you sincerely. From now on, everyone will work as hard as before."

Jiang Sen smiled and pulled him to sit down. "Don't rush, I haven't finished yet."

"Okay, okay, I was just too excited. Like them, before you came, we all thought today was the last day."

They all had smiles on their faces, but Jiang Sen could feel a pang of sadness in those smiles.

"That's great!" Feng Baoguo stood up. "We must work even harder in the future to repay President Jiang for his high regard for us!"

Jiang Sen's smile faded slightly, and he looked at him with a half-smile, "Let's continue what we were saying. I have another question I haven't asked yet."

Feng Baoguo sat down with a smile, "President Jiang, please speak!"

"I remember there was another one in the factory, with a long, thin face, very similar to Master Ding's, but a bit longer. He was on the business trip with you. Where is that one?"

Feng Baoguo's pupils contracted. He looked at Jiang Sen again, and he seemed somewhat familiar. Where had he seen him before?

Factory Director Ma's face hardened. "Is General Manager Jiang referring to Xiao Jian?"

"Is his name Xiao Jian? I don't know."

"He acted like a hooligan on the train, got arrested by the police, sentenced to three years, and was fired! Because of him, everyone in our factory lost face."

When other people mentioned this person, they all chimed in with their own opinions.

"Who would have guessed that Xiao Jian, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would still be a scoundrel outside after just getting married?"

"That's right, you can know a person's face but not their heart!"

"Burning him out is too lenient; three years is too light! In the past, anyone who committed hooliganism should have been shot!"

"Director Ma!" Jiang Sen asked, "What did this Xiao Jian do here before?"

He had noticed that sweat was dripping down Feng Baoguo's forehead.

It's warm inside, but not enough to make you sweat; that means you're feeling guilty.

"He used to be in charge of purchasing in the office! Ugh, don't even mention him, just thinking about him makes me feel sick! He still has the nerve to say he's an employee of the furniture factory. The police called me to come and identify him, ugh! You have no idea how embarrassing it was! So embarrassing!"

Luo Jianshe was too curious.

How did Johnson know all this?

Clever as he was, he quickly guessed that Jiang Sen was probably being treated like a scoundrel.

He sat there, looking back and forth, thinking to himself, "When the answer is revealed, there'll be some excitement."

Especially that Feng Baoguo, he looks like a complete sycophant.

Jiang Sen laughed and said, "Oh, so it's already been judged! Wait a minute! There were two of them when they were being indecent, so why was only one of them sentenced?"

Factory Manager Ma and several workers looked at each other in bewilderment. Two people?

Who is the other one?

Feng Baoguo's face was deathly pale, but he was still trying his best to maintain his composure and calm down.

But his slightly trembling hands betrayed his current state of fear, and he didn't dare to look Jiang Sen in the eye.

"At the time, I only talked about him, not anyone else!" Factory Director Ma frowned, recalling carefully.

Jiang Sen smiled and looked at Feng Baoguo, who was already fidgeting. "Director Feng, do you recognize me now?"

"what?"

Why is President Jiang asking this?

"not……"

The workers were all shocked.

Jiang Sen didn't name anyone in his words, but anyone with a brain immediately understood and looked at Feng Baoguo.