Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1276 - 628 Opinions on the Popularization of Literacy

"You’ve made it big now, and if you can take over the Meat Processing Factory, you’d also be reviving a county enterprise and contributing to society," said Yan Fei’s father, Yan Wenhai. "I suggest you think it over carefully. After all, if things go well, it would be good for both those employees who haven’t received their salaries and for you. It’s only right for a capable person to do what they can for society..."

"Son, don’t let those people from the county fan the flames. Let me tell you, that Meat Processing Factory is a bottomless pit; no matter how much money you have, you won’t be able to fill it. You are currently developing your own business, and that’s already enough to deal with."

"Remember, don’t listen to your dad. He’s always going on about social honor and whatnot, playing the role of some minor leader, acting as if he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. Who’s asking for his concern anyway? Besides, if it’s such a good deed, how come nobody else is doing it? Listen to your mom, just focus on your own work..." That’s what Yan Fei’s mom cautioned him in a secret phone call after Yan Fei had talked to his dad.

"Speaking for the public good, I do hope you can take it over. After all, if you handle it well, the benefits are not small. It would not only provide a full meal for the people in the factory, but also expand your scale and improve your influence. Moreover, in terms of management, not just me, but even the county has confidence in you; I think you know that," said Old Pan, with words of agreement before making a turn in the conversation.

"But from a personal standpoint, I’m against it. You know that the Meat Processing Factory is an old one, and the retired workers alone are a huge burden, not to mention the number of employees in the factory. It may look small, but just ask around, and you’ll find there are quite a few people..."

Yan Fei had plenty of people to ask about the size of the Meat Processing Factory, as Master Xing from his own beef jerky factory, along with several employees who came later, all hailed from there.

When Yan Fei inquired, their answers were exhaustive: "How many people are there in the factory? We’re not sure, but each must have three or four at least!"

"How many departments? There are a lot. Several are responsible for production: production safety, production technology, production planning, quality supervision... anyway, there are quite a few. Also, there is the foreign contact business, purchasing department, personnel file management, financial management, transportation..."

"And then there are security, logistics, the trade union, the propaganda and organization department, the two committees..."

Yan Fei didn’t even listen to everything; it was enough to make his head swell. With their description, the people in all these departments combined outnumbered the workers in the workshops, not just by one or two.

And now, the most important department happened to be a newly established one, called the Market Sales Department. There were also quite a few people there, and their actual work involved organizing some female workers to sell loose beef jerky and cooked beef at the factory gate and in several wet markets around the county—currently, this was the factory’s main source of operating income.

To ensure the operation of this department, two female workers were disciplined. The reason being that these two workers felt that going from their regular jobs to sitting on the roadside selling goods was tough; the little money they earned still had to be turned in, and then a pittance was given back when it came time to distribute salaries—it would be better to go into business on their own.

As a result, they were made an example of and disciplined—these two had sharp minds, were nimble at selling, and had consistently performed well. The factory probably feared that firing these ’key business members’ would leave no one to do the work. They were also worried others might follow their example, so after giving them a slap on the wrist, their wages were increased to entice them back to continue selling goods for the factory.

It has to be said, the concept of an "iron rice bowl" job is truly ingrained in people’s minds. Without it, it’s likely that these ’key business members’ would rather be fired and go do their own thing.

In short, there were all kinds of messy issues. Even Old Xing, who had a deep affection for the Meat Processing Factory, warned Yan Fei: "The personnel relationships in there are too complicated. Our place is good as it is: few people, no one idle, everyone full of energy. If we mix in those people, what if it ruins our workplace environment?"

When Old Xing expressed these concerns, the pain was evident on his face. Despite appearing ruddy and vigorous every day, active and successful at his work in Sancha River, the fact remained that he had spent half his life in that factory, and it still held sentimental value.

But he felt these words still needed to be said. Thinking back on the situation at the factory, he feared that one day Boss Yan might inadvertently follow the same doomed path — a classic example of "once bitten, twice shy."

As for the people in his current place of work, although they felt some pride that an "iron rice bowl" enterprise was seeking help from their own establishment, their opinions on this matter were surprisingly unanimous. Basically, no one agreed with getting involved with an "iron rice bowl" enterprise like the Meat Processing Factory. Even before Yan Fei had gotten home, they had chosen Heizi to represent them and call Yan Fei with veiled objections.

With opinions pouring in from all sides, Yan Fei simply ignored them all and planned to spend a few more days with his wife — after all, this was not a matter to be resolved in just a day or two, and he had not promised to get back to Secretary Xiao Zhao in a few days.

But just as he was enjoying a few carefree days with his wife, he got ’expelled’ by Miss Xu Xiaoyan. The reason she used was that the document ensuring his smooth passage had a time limit—people couldn’t just issue him a pass to use indefinitely. They gave him a week, because by any account, a week was enough time for him to make it home by car.

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