Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

"My office is right next to the neighborhood committee office in front of us."

"If anyone thinks there's something fishy going on during the restructuring, come find me there, I'll be waiting for them."

"I, Yang Jianguo, guarantee that once the reform is over and I leave, everyone who works diligently and wants a better life will praise this as a good thing."

"If you can't do it, I, Yang Jianguo, will personally come to apologize to you. Everyone, remember what I said; these are my own words, spoken by Yang Jianguo..."

The resounding promise dispelled the last vestiges of doubt in people's hearts.

Some, acting on orders, even tried to muddy the waters below.

But before Yang Jianguo could even answer, the workers below started to protest.

“This bastard is with Deputy Factory Director Ma, not Dong Qian. Tell me, did that old bastard send you?”

“I was absolutely certain. He just wanted to use us as pawns while he hid behind the scenes and took advantage of the country.”

"Get out, get out."

"Get out, you disgraceful Dongxi, you don't even deserve to be a worker."

"You too?"

"You dare to challenge me? Get lost!"

The crowd was outraged, but this time they had switched sides.

At this point in the confrontation, Yang Jianguo held an absolute advantage, paving the way for the restructuring office to enter the field.

Chapter 417 One shouldn't be too slick or greedy.

"I need all the bills, invoices, and invoices for goods in and out."

"Have all the machines been sealed up?"

"It's been saved. The door is sealed, and our people are watching it."

"Hmm, have you found those products that were passed off as inferior goods?"

"We didn't find it, but we did find a few boxes that weren't completely burned."

Zhang Yu has taken over the factory's safety and inspection duties and is conducting a comprehensive investigation into the problems at Factory No. 36.

The refurbished equipment was all detained in the warehouse, sealed off, and guarded by people.

All the receipts have been collected and are being inventoried and verified.

They simply passed off the good goods as the bad, and the goods sent to the trading company could not be found at all.

However, in the backyard, they found a pile of burnt ashes.

The security guard found some unburnt debris inside, with a blue stamp indicating it was 'scrapped'.

There were also words like 'company' and 'destruction'.

After taking a look at the evidence, Zhang Yu said sarcastically, "You've got a quick move!"

"They must have rushed to destroy them when the leaders were harassed by others."

Zhang Yu nodded in agreement and said, "Put this away and go look inside again to see if there's any more information."

She knew Yang Jianguo wanted to handle this matter well and not give anyone anything to criticize.

Therefore, it's best to solidify the matter with evidence.

If it can't be nailed down, then it depends on what he chooses.

In the temporary office, Yang Jianguo had just finished a phone call with Zhang Yu. After hanging up, he looked at Tang Youshui beside him and asked, "Did you hear what Zhang Yu just said? What do you think?"

Tang Youshui had a lot of ideas.

But now it's not about what he thinks, it's about what the 'boss' thinks.

As a secretary, your job is to solve problems for your boss.

Are your own thoughts important?

It depends on the situation; it's definitely important when it involves certain bottom-line issues.

However, there are several ways to put it. How to integrate one's own ideas into the answer that the boss wants to hear is a key point that a secretary must learn and study throughout their life.

What is your boss thinking?

Of course, the goal is to improve employee welfare while ensuring the smooth progress of the restructuring.

Not only must things be done, but they must also be done with a legitimate reason, in a dignified and upright manner, and in a way that can withstand scrutiny.

The machinery factory in the suburbs of Beijing is a prime example of this.

No one who has seen it in person or knows the inside story has anything to say about how well it was done.

So, you don't even need to think about how to respond to the boss's question.

"I think that Factory No. 36 is definitely not the only factory doing this."

"Now that our people have entered Factory No. 36, it seems like we've cornered them, but there will definitely be some people still clinging to wishful thinking."

"If we can get evidence like packaging or ledgers from them, no one can say anything."

Looking at Tang Youshui, who was replying in a low voice, Yang Jianguo smiled meaningfully and said, "Little Tang, it's a waste of your talent to make you a secretary."

"Boss, you're too kind. I've only been able to learn by working alongside you," Tang Youshui replied with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant.

My boss doesn't like people being obsequious; you have to act like a decent human being.

There may be differences in rank at work, but there is equality in terms of personality.

As long as you are upright and honest, you can stand tall and face any predicament with confidence, no matter where you go.

Tang Youshui felt his blood boil at this level of understanding.

But, just think about it.

He has no hope in this life; at the very least, he can't always be upright and righteous.

I suffered too many losses and setbacks, and I also suffered a lot because of it.

If he still can't learn to be more tactful after all this, he would have been gone long before the boss even appreciated him.

"Hehe~" Yang Jianguo chuckled and said, "You shouldn't be too smooth. If you don't have some edges, you won't be able to stop when you encounter a slope."

Tang Youshui's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his boss was giving him a warning.

Looking back on my performance these past few days, it has indeed changed a lot compared to before.

One person charged ahead recklessly, full of passion.

Just when you've been completely disappointed and feeling utterly disheartened, a huge windfall suddenly falls into your lap.

It's inevitable to become anxious and insecure.

Especially after enjoying the rights they held, this attachment and reluctance became even stronger.

"Boss, I understand." Tang Youshui suppressed his little bit of cleverness and warned himself not to slip up.

Given the boss's character and style, if I were to make a fundamental mistake...

There's no such thing as 'making an exception' for him.

"Big Guy." Yang Jianguo called Big Guy to his side and instructed him to go knock on the door of Factory No. 18 after work tonight when it gets dark.

At the 18th Textile Factory, the announcement for the end of the workday came over the loudspeaker.

The workers left the workshop, changed their clothes, and headed home.

"I heard that Factory No. 36 has been shut down, and the restructuring office is investigating it now!"

"Hey, have you heard? It turns out that the new machines at Factory No. 36 were refurbished and sourced from our factory."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true, they've all been caught. The machines were put in the warehouse and the door was sealed off with tape. Two stern-faced men were guarding the door and wouldn't let anyone in."

"This time, something big is going to happen, isn't it? You know, our factory..."

"Shh, stop talking." Seeing the logistics director not far away, the two female workers quickly shut up and quickened their pace.

Director Mo stood on the roadside platform, listening to the female workers whispering and walking out.

He didn't need to guess; he knew exactly what these gossipy women were talking about.

Director Mo felt extremely agitated whenever he thought about Factory No. 36.

Factory No. 36 was taken over by the restructuring office, but no one knows exactly what happened.

As soon as Director Mo received the news, he wanted the factory manager to quickly replace those 'scrap products' in the workshop.

Take the goods out, change the 'scrap' quantity, and then burn all the boxes.

But the factory manager just wouldn't agree; he couldn't bear to part with the money.

One box contains several thousand yuan, and thirty boxes would be tens of thousands of yuan.

If divided among them, he would get at least 30,000 to 40,000.

Making money is like picking up money off the street; tens of thousands, that's tens of thousands!

One household with 10,000 yuan can provide a project for everyone in the surrounding villages.

Earning 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a week—what a temptation!

Who would be willing to let go unless it's absolutely necessary?!

For someone addicted to making money, making them spit out the fat they've already got is more painful than killing them.

"What's there to be afraid of? He only has a small number of people; Factory No. 36 is enough to keep him busy."

"Let's put the goods in the old warehouse first, and then quietly move them out one night without anyone noticing."

“Those have all been sealed in boxes, registered, and the quantities have been submitted.”

"You think you can just change it like that?"

Director Mo wanted to curse when he heard that; it was just handed over to the local authorities, not to the capital.

You son of a bitch, would it kill you to ask the boss to make some changes?

But the factory director wouldn't listen to him, and Director Mo could only jump up and down in frustration.

He's just an office director; how could he possibly get past the factory director?

Logically speaking, what he thought was right; with only so many people, they wouldn't be able to find our factory in a short time.

By the time he finished inspecting Factory No. 36, the goods had already been shipped out.

We won't do that anymore. As for the reason for the improved yield rate, it's naturally due to the improved skills of the apprentices in the factory.

Naturally, the scrap rate decreased.

Even if you know there's a problem, you can't find fault with it.

As for the workers, a few threats were enough to make them behave.

If they don't listen, their whole family will go hungry.

The factory has opened up all the available positions for you, believe it or not?!

Chapter 418 A Setback? The Warehouse Was Stolen

Director Mo, trying to console himself, also left, riding his new old-fashioned bicycle.

It's not that I don't have the money to buy a new one, it's that I don't want to flaunt my wealth.

I thought of the jars buried under my own heated brick bed, filled with bundles of ten-yuan bills.

Director Mo suddenly felt a pang of regret. 'What's the point of all this money, this reluctance to spend it?'

It's 11:10 p.m.

The usually bustling and lively textile city seems to have been put on pause during the day.

The only light was on in front of the factory gate, where the gatekeeper sat inside, his head drooping heavily.

Bang bang bang~