The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Cai Xiaoguang went out, one for two.

All the bosses know that the establishment of the Red Star Mutual Aid is inevitable, and what needs to be considered now is how much to invest.

As a leader, you can't just eat meat yourself, and don't even leave soup for your subordinates, otherwise, will there still be people who really work hard?

Unplanned products must not be invested in the mutual aid cooperatives, and I must reserve some of my three-acre land...

what to do?You can only shrink interest groups upwards...

In the past, the privileges of ordinary employees, team leaders and even small section chiefs were collected and remitted to the mutual aid club...

In fact, all the bigwigs still support mutual aid societies from the bottom of their hearts.

Most of the bigwigs in this era still have faith and want to do some practical things for the common people.

In the past, it was just to balance the grievances of the subordinates, so I didn't dare to take too many steps for fear of messing up.

It's all right now, a certain committee acquiesces, the Red Star Mutual Aid Society takes the blame, and Tu Ziqiang takes the blame...

If you have your own merits and can do something practical for the common people, why not...

Then, what is there to hesitate about?

My own interests are not damaged, and the common people are still benefiting. Where can I find such a good thing?

The bosses had already praised the young man Tu Ziqiang behind his back, but when they saw the mountains of materials piled up in the Red Star Factory in just a few days, they realized that they still underestimated the boy.

Grain, pork, eggs, sausages, and even toilet paper...

The bosses exchanged an awkward look, turned around and pretended to be an ostrich.

It is normal to love the factory like home, and it is also normal to have everything in the factory at home.

But they never imagined that there are so many supplies in the hands of the workers!

Director Zhou stared at the mountain of materials in a daze, while Secretary Bao's words were still ringing in his ears.

I'm afraid those manufacturers under the Bureau of Light Industry will be the next Red Star Factory!

"This, this, this is..." Secretary Qu of the Soy Sauce Factory was different from the tacit understanding of other leaders, and his fair face was full of anger.

"Old Qu..." Director Su, who had just arrived at the soy sauce factory for a few days, pulled Secretary Laqu, who glared at him.

"Secretary Qu..." Seeing Secretary Qu's face, Tu Ziqiang knew something was going to happen, so he rushed to the rescue.

"Is this the mutual aid society you mentioned?" Secretary Qu stared at Tu Ziqiang with an awl-like gaze, gritted his teeth and continued, "I think it's a dirty harvest meeting!"

"I propose, notify the picket right now, and investigate according to your working hours records!" Secretary Qu completely ignored the ugly face of the boss around him.

"These moths!" she said viciously.

"Secretary Qu, come and take a look..." Tu Ziqiang gently pulled the old lady Qu's arm, and the latter shook her arm angrily.

"Secretary Qu, come and take a look, don't wrong people..." Tu Ziqiang smiled, and the old lady Qu was stunned for a moment.

"Just take a look!" The old lady stubbornly walked towards the soy sauce pile...

"What do you want me to see?" Mrs. Qu looked at Tu Ziqiang with a sneer, "Is there soy sauce from our factory?"

"Look at the production date first..." Tu Ziqiang didn't argue, and as soon as he pouted, Zhang Yongjian and a few others went to carry the soy sauce.

After finishing the soy sauce, Mrs. Qu stopped talking.

There are more than a dozen bottles of soy sauce when they leave the factory, and the earliest can be traced back to five years ago...

"Shuizi, bring the workbook..." Tu Ziqiang reached out to take the workbook and handed it to Mrs. Qu.

Mrs. Qu was confused about the account book, and Tu Ziqiang motioned her to read it by herself.

"Wang Dalong in the monosodium glutamate workshop of the soy sauce factory, one bottle of soy sauce, two bottles of vinegar, two packs of monosodium glutamate, one kitchen knife, two glasses, one teapot, one photo frame, two thimbles..." Mrs. Qu's voice became softer as she read. The eye sockets gradually become moist.

"Secretary Qu..." Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips and wanted to speak, but Mrs. Qu lowered her head, unable to speak, and waved her hands repeatedly.

The scene was dead silent, and the bosses seemed to have a fire in their chests.

The thimbles are all taken out to exchange things, this--too miserable!

"What did he change?" Mrs. Qu sniffed and asked.

"Two boxes, a chest of drawers, a large wardrobe, twenty catties of corn noodles, two catties of eggs, half a catty of pork, four taels of soybean oil..." Shui Ziliu lowered his head and muttered, "I still owe 46 working hours... ..."

The scene was dead silent, this Wang Dalong almost took out everything that could be changed.

"Hurry up!" Mrs. Qu, who had been silent for a long time, returned the notebook to the water, "Let's hurry up, the employees are still waiting to pay off their debts!"

The bosses nodded slightly.

With the episode of Secretary Qu checking the accounts, the bosses put away their little selfishness, and even the Bureau of Commerce took out eight watches, ten bicycles, 28 radios, and so on.

Half of it was because of sympathy for the living conditions of the employees, and the other half was because he was afraid that a big case like the Red Star Factory would happen in the factory he was in charge of.

The meeting ended quickly, and the bosses dispersed, only Director Zhou remained.

In Secretary Bao's office, Director Zhou frowned and smoked, accompanied by Secretary Bao and Tu Ziqiang.

"I've given you all the unplanned production indicators," Director Zhou paused and continued, "I'm not worried about production, I'm only worried about the supply of raw materials..."

"The current production is different from what it used to be." Director Zhou looked up at Tu Ziqiang. "With the support of the leader Bai, I don't worry about forestry raw materials, but there will definitely be problems with the supply of agricultural raw materials, and it will definitely not be smooth..."

"Do you understand this?" Director Zhou asked after a pause.

"Understood," Tu Ziqiang nodded, "We used to have direct feedback to them, but now it's gone."

"Yeah. I've been thinking about this issue these days," Director Zhou shook his head, "I haven't thought of a good solution..."

"This mutual aid association is currently only within the scope of Jichun City, and the supply of raw materials for agricultural products has always come from other cities and counties..." Director Zhou said here and stopped.

"Director, you are thinking very long-term." Tu Ziqiang looked at Secretary Bao and continued, "To have so many supplies this time is actually to suck up the savings of urban workers and surrounding villages in a short period of time. It will be difficult to have another one. "

Director Zhou nodded frequently.

"I've thought about solving this problem before," Tu Ziqiang took out a cigarette and continued to Director Zhou, "The short-term solution lies in the Bureau of Heavy Industry, or in the tractor factory..."

"Well, it makes sense!" Director Zhou's eyes lit up, "Farmers must need agricultural machinery!"

"Just solving the agricultural machinery is not a long-term solution," Tu Ziqiang heaved a sigh of relief, "If we want to fundamentally solve this problem, we still need more arable land."

"Cultivated land?" Director Zhou instantly understood what Tu Ziqiang meant.

"To be exact, it's private land..." Tu Ziqiang fired a cannon, "This will make the farmers more motivated and more efficient."

"Don't say this in the future..." Director Zhou was silent for a while, then took a puff of cigarette and said, "I'll find a way for the Bureau of Heavy Industry, and they don't have many things outside of their plan..."

Secretary Bao and Tu Ziqiang nodded.

"Let's go..." Director Zhou stubbed out his cigarette, stretched his waist, and patted Tu Ziqiang's shoulder meaningfully before leaving.

Secretary Bao and Tu Ziqiang wanted to get up and see them off, but Director Zhou refused.

After Director Zhou left, there was silence in the office.

Prickly, Secretary Bao lights up a cigarette...

"Uncle Bao?" Tu Ziqiang looked at the old Baotou in surprise.

"Don't be in a hurry about the private plot, let me think about it..." The old Baotou took a deep breath of his cigarette, and raised his hand to signal Tu Ziqiang to go on his own.

Tu Ziqiang nodded.