Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1287 - 632: Acid-Spitting Dragon, Gold Mine

For the situation at the Meat Processing Factory, Yan Fei, who often watched the news and was relatively informed about current affairs, had somewhat anticipated it.

In fact, there had already been voices of "protest," but they were all ignored. No matter who managed a merger, it was impossible to satisfy everyone.

But Yan Fei had thought that those who would cause trouble would be some of the people who couldn’t even secure a position at the Reemployment Office—these people were somewhat cultured and knowledgeable and now had been cast aside by both the county and themselves and could likely organize and stir up trouble.

He never expected that the first to cause trouble would be a group of nobodies, worse than thugs.

Was this because they were worried about encountering unpleasant things during the New Year and were looking for some joy?

Yan Fei chuckled and said to Biaozi, "Alright, I know about this, let them make noise. Maybe they’ll get free meals during New Year. You’ve also worked hard running back and forth, take some things back with you!"

He then said to Zhou Dalian, "Old Zhou, pick up two bottles of liquor from that corner for Biaozi!"

Zhou Dalian agreed and ran over, carrying out a box of liquor from the office corner—a true saver for Yan Fei. Although Yan Fei mentioned bottles, he took a whole box. Yet, the box wasn’t as valuable as the individual bottles.

Despite this, Biaozi was startled, "Brother Fei, Brother Zhou, this is what I should do, I should not take your..."

Zhou Dalian carelessly interrupted him, "Biaozi, you’re also a man of the streets, just accept what Brother Fei gives you, why hesitate?"

Biaozi then took the box of liquor, smiled, backed up a few steps, and bid farewell.

As Zhou Dalian was about to leave too, Yan Fei suddenly remembered something and called him back, "Old Zhou, wait a minute, I have something to discuss!"

Zhou Dalian, who was lingering to chat more with Yan Fei, immediately turned around, "Brother Fei, just tell me, I won’t refuse anything I can help with."

Yan Fei began to smile, "I’m not asking you to do something, but for an opinion. You see, I went to the city a few days ago to record a big New Year’s program. I saw everyone preparing gifts for the New Year. What do you think I should prepare here?"

Zhou Dalian’s face went blank, "Brother Fei, why ask me? If it were up to me, money is the best. Whoever gives me money, I’ll never complain about the amount..."

Yan Fei explained, "Hold on, listen to me first. Aren’t state-owned companies prestigious now? They give out benefits and bonuses during the New Year. Although I run a private enterprise, I’ve taken over a Meat Processing Factory, and I don’t think I’m doing too badly. Besides money, I want to give something else, to show people that our private enterprise is no worse than the state-owned ones. Can you think of something else?"

Zhou Dalian frowned deep in thought, "Brother Fei, I really can’t think of anything. If I could think of something like that, I wouldn’t be running a restaurant; I’d be working with you."

"Alright, alright, I won’t trouble you anymore," Yan Fei had only asked casually, he vaguely had this idea. The disparity between public and private enterprises in people’s minds is too vast, so vast it makes him want to curse.

Like this Meat Processing Factory, before he took over, many inside hadn’t seen a penny in salary for a long time. Yet, when the county had him take over, there was significant resistance—not only from those with vested interests but surprisingly also from those workers who hadn’t seen their wages.

It was perplexing: clinging to a broken shop, without even a regular meal, yet unwilling to let a private enterprise take over.

If not for Secretary Jiao’s strong support, the dire state of the Meat Processing Factory would likely remain unchanged.

There was also the matter of the lab. He had initially wanted to take this opportunity before the New Year to recruit some interns from the Agricultural University, but he ended up not going at all.

Seeing that Yan Fei no longer required him to think, Zhou Dalian cautiously suggested, "Brother Fei, this is a tough issue. Whatever you give, people still see you as a private enterprise. Isn’t that what everyone thinks nowadays? A while ago, when a factory near bankruptcy in the city was selling quotas, a relative of mine actually spent thousands to secure a quota for his child because they called it an iron rice bowl. But in my opinion, there’s no such thing as an iron or golden rice bowl these days; practical benefits are what really matter..."

"Alright, alright, I won’t trouble you anymore," Yan Fei interrupted him. "These cigarettes and liquor are also gifts from others; take some for yourself. I’ll think it over again!"

Zhou Dalian still wanted to be polite, but Yan Fei didn’t give him the chance, "Just now, you mentioned Biaozi; now you’re hesitating too. Take it, take it. These things are useless here; take them and quickly go, I need to think this over peacefully..."

Seeing this, Zhou Dalian didn’t refuse further, picked two packs of cigarettes with a creaky noise, grabbed two bottles of liquor, and left. He also carefully closed the office door behind him, cautious not to disturb Yan Fei’s thoughts.

Yan Fei thought for a while in the office but couldn’t come up with any good ideas. He simply slipped into the world of dinosaurs, wandering around inside.

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