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"Okay!" Although Huang Sixiao felt sorry for the money, it was hard to say anything.

Huang Xiuyuan continued to give instructions: "Brother Da Chang, you can temporarily serve as the security manager and recruit a few more security guards from Pubian. They must be more honest."

"no problem."

"Also, please urge Han Hai to transport the equipment as soon as possible."

Huang Weichang nodded.

After discussing some rough arrangements, he discussed with Lu Xuedong the arrival of candidates tomorrow and the future structure of the company.

The company model he plans to implement is inclined to Huawei's model, but certain changes need to be made. The company's basic law must be determined.

As for the name of the company, after discussions between Huang Xiuyuan and Lu Xuedong, three alternative names were determined. When the time comes to change the registration information, whichever one can be registered will be used.

Then there are the company's management framework, employee promotion system, salary and benefit system, etc., and finally the most important thing, the company's development philosophy and direction, and recent business operations.

When Huang Xiuyuan was discussing the concept of development, his eyes were in a trance. He looked out the window and saw the dark mountains in the distance. Suddenly, a ray of sunlight scattered from the east, dispelling the darkness before dawn.

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." After sighing, he immediately calmed down and said decisively:

"We are a technology company, and technology is our foundation. If one day we stop developing technology, we will lose our lives."

Lu Xuedong looked excited and full of fighting spirit: "This is a difficult road, and I will encourage you together."

"I have decided that the company's development philosophy is: scientific research will last until death; people-oriented, and benefit the world."

It's just dawn.

A notice was posted at the door of the clothing factory.

In the finance room, Accountant Li, three people each with a landline phone, was busy calling employees and asking them to come over and settle their wages.

Before eight o'clock in the morning, dozens of female workers rushed to the factory gate.

The old man who looked after the door was sitting on a small bench, smoking a dry cigarette slowly. When he saw a lot of female workers coming, he got up and opened the door.

"Uncle Zhang, is it true that Han Chaozi is getting paid?" a middle-aged woman with buck teeth asked in disbelief.

"It's Azhen!" Uncle Zhang took another puff of cigarette and replied slowly: "Boss Han sold the factory and now he is the new boss."

Azhen became nervous: "Then who will get the money? Will the factory continue to operate?"

"Go to the finance office to get it. It's from the new boss. The factory won't make clothes anymore."

Azhen was relieved to hear that she had received her salary. Although she was a little sorry to lose her job, at least she could get the back wages.

Dozens of female workers crowded into the finance room, and with employees arriving one after another from behind, Huang Sixiao hurriedly asked the security guards to maintain order.

Finance room.

"Name? ID card." Finance asked hurriedly.

The employee who arrived in line took out his ID card: "Hu Cuihua, I'm from Group 6."

"Three months of salary arrears, totaling 5,437 yuan. Check to see if there are any mistakes. Yes, sign here. If you don't know how to write your name, take your fingerprint."

The dark and thin Hu Cuihua said hurriedly: "That's the number."

"This is the dismissal compensation. You have worked in the factory for three and a half years and are compensated with four months' basic salary. A total of 4,800 yuan. Thank you to the new owner!" the finance manager finally sighed.

"Thank you! The new boss will definitely make a fortune."

"There is actually compensation?"

"The new boss is really a good person, not like that wicked guy Han Chaozi."

"I don't know what the new boss does. If he recruits workers, I will definitely come here to work."

A group of employees started discussing in a low voice. Especially after seeing Hu Cuihua get the money, everyone became even more excited.

This is a kind of tragedy. The dismissal compensation itself is clearly stipulated, but these employees are grateful. Behind the world's factories is the hard work of countless workers.

Huang Xiuyuan, who was in the next office, had mixed feelings for a while. He didn't know how to describe his mood. There was no joy of being praised, only silent sadness.

Seeing that noon was approaching, Huang Weichang, who worked as Huang Xiuyuan's assistant, went to the kitchen and ordered lunch to be made.

The few kitchen employees who were left behind were also honest and honest assistant cooks, their cooking skills were only half-full. The previous person in charge was a distant relative of Han Hai and had followed Han Hai long ago.

The chef in charge of cooking and his small team left before the Chinese New Year to find another job.

Now I can only make some home-cooked dishes, but Huang Weichang threw away many of the ingredients he had left before.

Because he found that these ingredients included gutter oil and ham that had expired for more than half a year. He was not sure whether there was anything wrong with the other ingredients, so he could only throw them away.

I hurriedly went to the Hongcao Town Farmers Market and purchased a batch of ingredients.

Factory director's office.

Huang Weichang and a helper put the dishes and rice on the table, and then complained to him: "This Han dwarf is really nothing. He actually feeds the workers gutter oil and expired food."

"Is this cafeteria using gutter oil?" Lu Xuedong stopped immediately as he picked up his chopsticks.

Huang Weichang hurriedly explained: "Brother Lu, don't worry, I just went to the market to buy these. I threw away all the previous ingredients."

"Eat!" Huang Xiuyuan was not surprised. In the era of Internet prosperity, he had seen all kinds of weird things and even experienced them personally.

Lu Xuedong, relieved, started to devour the food.

Halfway through the meal, Huang Sixiao and Accountant Li knocked on the door and walked in with a document.

Huang Xiuyuan put down his bowl and chopsticks: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I'll go eat later." Huang Sixiao was not too restrained.

Accountant Li on the side looked slightly nervous.

"Brother Da Chang, go tell the kitchen to add a few more dishes and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks."

"good."

Huang Xiuyuan then asked: "How many people settled their wages in the morning?"

"Currently, a total of 285 people have settled, and the amount of expenditure is 2,024,386 yuan. There are still 76 people who have not come to settle." Accountant Li reported the detailed figures.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, it's all part of the job." Accountant Li didn't get carried away. Although the new boss's compensation seemed a bit silly, it was better to follow such a generous boss than to follow an unscrupulous guy like Han Hai.

Moreover, those employees are all villagers from Shiliba Village, so they can also gain a good reputation by doing this.

"Accountant Li, prepare the bank loan information in the next few days. April is coming soon. Don't let the bank come to collect payment then."

"I'll sort it out as soon as possible. I think it can be done tomorrow."

After a while, Huang Weichang came over with food.

The five of them had a simple lunch in the office.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon, his phone rang.

It turned out to be Xu Yaomin from Career International. He took 30 applicants and chartered a car to come to Shanmei. Now they are almost at the highway intersection.

"Brother Dachang, drive to the Pubian Expressway intersection and pick up a bus. The license plate number is Guangdong B7283H. The bus is blue. Do you know Xu Yaomin's phone number?"

Huang Weichang nodded: "I've written it down in a notebook."

It’s still that crappy pickup truck.

Watching Huang Weichang drive over, he didn't know how many people could be recruited this time. After all, this environment could only be described as poor and empty.

Had he not been relatively well-funded, the appeal would have been even lower.

More than half an hour later, a blue bus followed the broken pickup truck and entered the factory.