Back home, Qiao Wen will find their own job news to tell the grandmother, the elderly happy simply do not know how to do, and hurriedly took out the grandson's previous to find a job to add the suit, carefully ironed, and for the grandson to make a cup of tonic soup, and watched him drink two bowls of it before giving up.
The next day, the 70's workplace freshman Qiao Wen put on a new small suit, carrying a briefcase, refreshing out of the door.
Lin Zhaoming is really good to this illegitimate son of his, giving the working Lin Zihui a special Chevrolet minivan and driver.
Lin Zihui is a very enthusiastic and righteous good young man, knowing that Qiao Wen's health is not good, the first day to go to the factory, specifically let the driver drive to the entrance of the cottage to pick him up.
As for Chen Canaan, since it was Qiao Wen's first day at work, this cheap elder brother of his, like a worried old father, had to personally send him out to the car before he could rest assured.
Across the road, Lin Zi Hui stood outside the car door, saw the two, and waved joyfully, "Ah Wen!"
Qiao Wen raised his hand and smiled in response, pulling Chen Canaan across the street to him and asking, "Zi Hui, been waiting long?"
Lin Zihui smiled and shook his head, "No it hasn't, it's just arrived too."
Jovian surveyed the small car behind him and said, "Nice car."
Lin Zihui touched his head and smiled a bit foolishly, "Originally I didn't think it was necessary, but my Abba insisted on giving me a car."
Although his mouth said so, his heart was clearly rejoicing.
Came to this world, Qiao Wen travel transportation, in addition to their own eleven buses and yellow buses, there is only Chen Canaan's spine, and even the tram has not yet sat in, the car is the first time .
It would be a lie to say that I'm not curious.
Seeing the light flashing in his eyes when he saw the car, Chen Canaan said with a disinterested face, "You like cars, wait for your brother I'll buy it for you later when I'm rich."
Qiao Wen gave him an amused look and wanted to tease him, but thinking that a man like him, who became a big shot who laughed at Hong Kong City in just a few years in the original book, wasn't exactly talking big, he raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, "Alright, then I'll wait for you to buy it."
However, when Chen Canaan finished speaking, he remembered that his entire body was now only a hundred or so, and although he wanted to make Qiao Wen happy, this big talk was really a bit too much, and he hurriedly cleared his throat and added: "But you have to wait for several years."
Jovian lost his smile, "As long as you're sincere, as many years as you want."
"Of course I'm sincere." Chen Canaan saw the driver come down to open the door, and then hurriedly said to Lin Zi Hui, "Four-eyed boy, Xiao Qiao is asking you to take care of him, he's not in good health, don't let him get tired, if someone bullies him, turn around and tell me."
Lin Zi Hui smiled and said, "Don't worry, Wen is my friend, I'll take good care of him."
After seeing the two get into the back seat, Chen Canaan retreated to the curb, in the dust rolled up by the wheels, watched the car slowly leave, quite a bit of traveling thousands of miles to worry about the mother's heart scratching lungs.
Jovian shook his head in amusement as he watched the youth who disappeared a little into the rearview mirror.
"You and Nan have such a good relationship, better than any blood brothers I've ever met." Lin Zi Hui, who was on the side, exclaimed.
Qiao Wen casually said, "Growing up together, often eat a pot of rice and sleep under the same blanket, and there is no difference between brothers."
Lin Zihui revealed an envious expression, "Although I have a half-brother, I haven't even met him a few times. I grew up alone and had very few friends around me, seeing you guys like this, I really envy you."
Jovian said, "Aren't we friends now?"
Lin Zi Hui nodded and smiled, "That's right, it's really nice to meet you guys."
Qiao Wen did not move and glanced at him, the original book described more than once that the male lead was a loner at heart, after all, this is the beauty strong tragic standard. Nowadays, it seemed to be true. It was clear that he had only met him a few times, but he was obviously very sincere about himself.
He smiled, "I'm happy too."
The road was slightly bumpy, and the comfort of this vintage car was no better than it would be in a few decades, but in this day and age, owning a car was not only convenient, it was also a status symbol.
Jovan decided to put the car on his short-term goal list.
After all, there's no man who doesn't love cars.
At this time, Lin Zi Hui took out a contract and rubbed the back of his head a little embarrassedly, "My Abba said that if you come to work with me, you have to have a position, so I'll hire you as a secretary first, and the salary and dividends are all in this employment contract, so take a look and see if there's any problem?"
Jovian took the contract and scanned it, mostly to see the salary package.
Monthly salary of one thousand, and at the end of the year, there are ten percent of the factory's dividends. This dividend, in his time, are absolutely top executive level.
Such treatment seemed really generous on the surface, leaving no doubt that Lin Zhaoming was reusing himself.
But he wasn't going to be happy so soon in his mind.
"Thank your Abba for me, I have no problem with that." Jovian smiled and signed the contract that
As expected, when he arrived at this Mingyue Clothing Factory in Tianwan, Qiao Wen came to a sudden realization about Lin Zhaoming's great convenience.
Lin Zhaoming came to Hong Kong in the late 1940s, when the city's manufacturing industry was on the rise, especially after the war when the textile industry moved south from the inland, giving many people opportunities. Lin Zhaoming saved his first bucket of gold by running a small business and founded the Mingyue Textile Factory, which was also the starting point of his formal fortune. After that, he married the daughter of the Zhong family and expanded his business territory with the help of the Yue family's strength, entering the department store and real estate, and becoming a tycoon from a small businessman in the middle of the city.
In the 1960s, the number of textile factories in Hong Kong City surged from more than a hundred to thousands, and the competition was once very fierce. Coinciding with the rapid growth of the garment industry, fashionable and inexpensive garments were selling well all over the world, and many textile factories were converted into ready-made garment factories, and the Mingyue Textile Factory was one of them.
However, a few years ago, Europe and the United States began to import quotas, the quota in Hong Kong City is almost monopolized by a few big companies, small companies want to export, you have to buy quotas from these big capitalists, resulting in very thin profits.
Lin Zhaoming business center of gravity has long been transferred, naturally do not have to rely on the garment factory to make money, industry changes on him is not much impact. Now Mingyue Garment Factory relies on the cheap market in Southeast Asia to survive, the reason why it did not close, presumably because the factory has a special significance for Lin Zhaoming.
Qiao Wen had to sigh Lin Zhaoming really is an old fox, looking at is very generous to draw a ten percent of the pie, however, the factory's profits for a year down the line is only afraid of a negative number.
Luckily, the base salary of a thousand dollars was not so lackluster as to make it a wasted job.
"Young Fai, you're here!"
The car stopped in front of the factory and was greeted by a middle-aged man who had obviously been waiting for a while.
Lin Zihui said, "You're Uncle Dong, aren't you?"
Wu Yaodong nodded with a smile, "That's right, Mr. Lin said that Hui Shao came over today, so I prepared early in the morning."
"Uncle Dong is too polite, I'm just here to learn. By the way, this is Secretary Qiao who is with me." Lin Zi Hui politely introduced, "Ah Wen, this is Manager Wu from Ming Yue Garment Factory, he was there when my Abba opened this factory, he's a proper patriarch of the factory."
Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Good day, Manager Wu."
He wore a formal dress today because it was his first day at work, and his hair was neatly groomed with hair wax, a very formal dress, however, because the original body was only eighteen years old, and how he wore a mature dress, it was still a teenager's appearance.
Wu Yaodong naturally didn't put such a half-grown child in his eyes and laughed, "Secretary Qiao is so young, just call me Uncle Dong like Hui Shao, everyone in the factory is called that."
"Okay. Uncle Tung."
Qiaowen did not move to survey this Uncle Dong, wearing a traditional short-beaten shirt, looking like an old-school man, but also very much so a bit of social atmosphere.
Wu Yaodong guided the two to an office, the room was not big, but the windows were clear, and there were a few pots of flowers and greenery, it should have been cleaned up by someone specifically.
He smiled and said, "Young Fai, this is the office I prepared for you, do you find it satisfactory?"
Lin Zihui looked around and nodded, "Very good." Then he added, "Uncle Dong, why don't you show us around the production line first, we just came here and don't know anything, so let's start learning from the basics."
Wu Yaodong laughed, "The production line which needs Hui Shao to go personally, it is dirty and noisy inside, you are in the office, just tell me if you have any orders. Mr. Lin arranged for you to come to the factory, I can't let you suffer in my place."
Lin Zihui laughed, "What Uncle Dong said, I came to the factory to work, not to have fun."
Wu Yaodong waved his hand, having absolutely no intention of continuing to speak with him on this matter, and only said, "I'll go to the workshop to take a look, you guys are in the office, I'll have someone send tea and snacks over."
"Hey Uncle Dong!" Lin Zi Hui saw him about to leave and called out to him.
Wu Yaodong turned around in the doorway, still smiling attentively, "Mr. Hui, what else do you need?"
Lin Zi Hui was so set up by him that for a moment he actually forgot what he was going to say.
It was Qiao Wen who picked up, "Uncle Dong, we just came here and we don't know what to do, why don't you bring the account book and show it to Hui Shao first?"
Wu Yaodong froze, before he could say anything, Qiao Wen laughed again, "Hui Shao studied business, are you still afraid that he won't be able to read the books?"
Wu Yaodong smiled sarcastically, "How could I? How long do you want it for? I'll have someone send it over."
Lin Zihui: "Last year's and this year's are fine."
Wu Yaodong opened the door and left, and after a while, a middle-aged woman who claimed to be the factory's accountant arrived at the office carrying two large stacks of account books.
This era is still decades away from the paperless office, so much to go through all, I do not know how long it will take.
Seeing Lin Zi Hui picking up a book and posing to read it carefully, Qiao Wen laughed and said, "Mr. Hui, are you going to read all of it?"
Lin Zihui said, "Raw materials, labor and other costs, as well as the sales price of these, always have to understand."
Qiao Wen did not say anything, just turned over last year's general ledger, as expected, not only did not make money, and even a small loss, I knew it was not so good.
He thought for a moment and whispered, "Young Fai, do you really think that these numbers on the ledger are the same as they actually are?"
Lin Zi Hui looked up, uncertainly.
Qiao Wen said, "This factory your Abba hasn't personally taken care of it for many years, and he doesn't expect to make money off of it, and has given full authority to Uncle Dong. Have you ever thought that these ledgers, are just for show?"
Lin Zi Hui's expression was one of somewhat bewildered plausibility.
Qiao Wen said, "This factory, should have been a few years have not made money. But as far as I know, although no longer exported to Europe and the United States, but the factory does not lack of orders, but also has been open for labor, a little money is not a problem?"
Lin Zi Hui frowned and asked in a low voice, "You mean Uncle Dong?"
Qiao Wen said, "What's going on, let's go to the warehouse and the production line to see if we don't know."
The two didn't greet each other and went straight to the plant next to them.
At this point, after nine o'clock, the production line had already been in operation for many hours.
In its heyday, this factory used to employ seven or eight hundred people. After downsizing over the years, there were only about three hundred people left. In this day and age, to say it was big was certainly not considered a big deal, but it was still passable.
Workshop is very simple, rows and rows of sewing machine table looks very crowded, filled with the noise of the machine and flying dust, Qiao Wen can not help but cough twice.
Lin Zi Hui sniffed and said busily, "Ah Man, are you alright?"
Qiao Wen waved his hand, holding a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and scanned the workshop, the workers were mostly in their thirties and forties or even older, they should all be old workers.
Experienced workers, naturally, had their strengths, but there were bound to be a lot of problems, and at least in this workshop, he didn't see efficiency.
As he passed by an operating table, Lin Zi Hui picked up a semi-finished product in passing, then couldn't help but frown as the craftsmanship was very rough. Although the factory was producing cheap ready-made clothes, such quality was too perfunctory.
"Mr. Hui, what brings you to the workshop?"
The two were visiting when Wu Yaodong hurried over.
Lin Zihui smiled and said, "I'm just taking a look around."
Wu Yaodong sighed, "The workshop is noisy and dirty, and many of the workers don't know any better, so you'd better go back to the office, in case you get any grievances, how am I going to explain to Mr. Lin?"
Lin Zihui laughed and said, "I'm visiting the factory floor, what can I be aggrieved about?"
Wu Yaodong pushed him outside, "My young master, let's go out."
Lin Zi Hui glanced at Qiao Wen, and when he saw the other party gently nodding, he didn't insist any longer, and followed Wu Yaodong out and back to his previous office.
Wu Yaodong very attentive to send a table of refreshments, Lin Zihui politely thanked, greeted Qiao Wen to enjoy together.
After waiting for the people to leave, the smile on Lin Zi Hui's face converged, revealing a contemplative expression as he looked at Qiao Wen and said, "Wen, what do you have in mind?"
Ever since he had known Lin Zi Hui, the eldest male lead, he had always seemed like a naive youth, it was rare for him to be so solemn, and he thought that he understood that this factory was not that simple.
Qiao Wen now only felt that Lin Zhaoming was indeed an old fox, and really let his son come to exercise.
From what he had just observed, this small factory was almost a bit like Wu Yaodong's kingdom, the workers were almost obedient to him, and although they knew that Lin ZiHui was the young proprietor, they reacted indifferently to him, the
Instead of answering, he asked, "Fai Shao, what do you think?"
Lin Zi Hui waved his hand a little embarrassed, "I'm not a young master, it's fine for others to call me that, so don't make fun of me." He picked up a ledger on the table and skimmed it, "It seems like these are indeed just for people to see."
Jovian teased, "Your Abba did send you here for exercise."
Lin Zi Hui laughed helplessly, ''Uncle Dong is acting like he doesn't intend to let me meddle in the factory's affairs. Wen, if you don't want to work here, you don't have to force yourself. I can see that you're capable, you can't just get a thousand dollar salary."
Qiao Wen lost his smile, "One thousand dollars is not a small amount, since I signed the contract, how can I say I won't do it. Besides, I'm very poor, I definitely don't want to take this thousand dollars all the time. This factory is now handed over to you by your Abba, you are the boss, of course you are in charge here in the future."
Lin Zi Hui's face was hesitant.
Qiao Wen patted his arm, "Don't worry, you're a senior at Hong Kong City University, you're afraid of not being able to handle a small factory."
Lin Zihui took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists to cheer himself up, "That's right."