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Chapter 6 The Factory Director Who Needs a Beating

There is a small door in the conference room, and inside is a small room with several sofas for leaders to rest between meetings.

Opening the door, Director Yin strode in, followed closely by Zhang Jiaqiang.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Hey, why are you closing the door? Hey..."

Before Director Yin finished speaking, Zhang Jiaqiang, who had closed the door tightly, raised his hand and gave him an old phone call.

This slap slapped him so hard that five bright red finger prints instantly appeared on his fair cheek, as if someone had applied cinnabar to the rice paper.

Factory Director Yin was stunned. He never dreamed that the usually honest and honest worker would dare to take action on his own. This was a rebellion. This time, he must lose his salary.

Just as he was about to call for help from outside, Zhang Jiaqiang opened his bow from left to right and gave him two more electric shocks.

These two slaps were even harder, making Director Yin spin around like a top, losing his balance and falling on the sofa.

He covered his cheek, with drops of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, and looked at Zhang Jiaqiang in horror.

"You, if you hit someone, you will be held legally responsible..."

Zhang Jiaqiang chuckled mischievously, "I'm going to die, so why are I afraid of legal liability?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, and Director Yin immediately hugged his head in fright.

Lao Yin knew in his heart that this guy was willing to risk everything. If he was not afraid of death, what else could he be afraid of?

You can't be tough with this kind of person. He immediately surrendered and begged, "No, don't do anything. If you have something to say, I'll give you the compensation first, okay?"

In fact, this was Director Yin's tactic to delay the war. He had made up his mind that as soon as someone from the outside came in, he would immediately fall out and kill this kid!

"Humph, you're such a coward!" Zhang Jiaqiang sneered, "Do you know why I beat you?"

Director Yin thought that you were crazy and shook his head repeatedly.

Zhang Jiaqiang's eyes flashed fiercely, "The compensation for more than 100 of us has already arrived!"

Director Yin felt as if he had seen a ghost. How could he know such a confidential matter?

Lao Yin shook his head subconsciously, "How is that possible? I don't have any money at all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Jiaqiang interrupted him coldly.

"More than two million yuan has arrived, and there are still hundreds of thousands of wages owed to us. Now they have been remitted to the south and loaned out at usurious rates. We laid-off workers, let alone next year, may not see this in three to five years."

A compensation, the factory director, I said that right!"

This matter is very confidential. Except for one leader above, no more than three people in the factory know about it.

Director Yin was shocked, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, but he could only nod his head.

You must not let this guy tell anyone now, otherwise many people will die, and embezzling large amounts of public funds will cost you your head!

Out of desperation, he immediately promised, "Don't worry, you won't be short of compensation or salary. In addition, I will give you another 50,000 yuan, and I will turn your dormitory into a new building for factory leaders!"

These bastards only care about their own promotion and wealth, and don't care about the life and death of their workers.

Those workers could not receive compensation, and many of their wives were separated and ended up miserable!

Zhang Jiaqiang raised his hand and slapped him hard again.

Director Yin wailed, "Why are you still beating people? The conditions can be negotiated!"

"The cancer in my hand won't let me control it anymore!"

"Ah, you don't have a brain tumor, why do you have hand cancer again?"

"Can we move it?" Zhang Jiaqiang shook his wrist again.

To deal with a gangster, you have to be more gangster than him!

Director Yin completely lost his temper, "Whatever your conditions are, you might as well just tell me and I will try my best to satisfy you!"

Zhang Jiaqiang said sternly, "My compensation and salary must be paid within today. Those who are laid off must receive two thousand yuan within a month, and the rest must be paid within a year, and there must be interest!"

Hearing this, Director Yin almost jumped up from the sofa.

"You can't raise so much money in one year even if you sell all my body parts. You are forcing me to death!"

More than two million yuan was an astronomical figure for the No. 1 plastics factory at this time, and it might not be possible to get it by selling the iron.

However, Zhang Jiaqiang was waiting for this opportunity and took advantage of the situation to propose an offer that the other party could not refuse.

"The injection molding workshop in the factory has been out of production for many years. Contract it to me and I will arrange for the laid-off workers. And I promise to give you 500,000 yuan in contract fees within a year. Plus the factory's money, I should be able to cope with it!"

As for what to produce, Zhang Jiaqiang has already planned to produce disposable lighters!

Don't underestimate lighters. They cost only a dime, but they can be sold for one dollar, making ten times the profit.

The process is simple, the profit is high, and the risks are easy to control. It can be regarded as a good project in the primitive accumulation period.

Moreover, the lighters produced by Zhang Jiaqiang must have core competitiveness!

The current lighter market has always been poorly controlled and is mainly produced in southern family workshops without any formalities for filing and approval.

This has led to the proliferation of inferior products, especially those that are not explosion-proof.

In hot summers, lighters often explode in pockets, and even cause major accidents and casualties.

Therefore, there is an urgent need for safe and explosion-proof disposable lighters in the market, and he happens to understand the key technologies of safe and explosion-proof lighters.

He was familiar with the future direction. This situation was only improved in 2001 due to the promulgation of safety inspection standards. Those small workshops disappeared and were replaced by large-scale factory production.

In other words, he has seven years of operating space. As long as his quality is up to standard, he will definitely be able to firmly occupy the market within a few years. When the era of low profits comes in the future, he will have already made a lot of money.

So for him, producing lighters is currently the best way to grab the first pot of gold.

Director Yin seems to be looking at a fool. This guy is really crazy!

When the efficiency is good, the whole factory does not have a profit of 2 million, but the injection molding workshop makes 500,000 a year. Does the strong wind blow away the money?

Zhang Jiaqiang saw that this guy didn't believe it, so he picked up a lighter on the table and continued his deception.

"My relatives have connections and can export to Japan, South Korea, and Russia. They can make high-end lighters without losing any money. In one year, not to mention the contract fee of 500,000, I can earn at least one million in foreign exchange!"

The reason why Zhang Jiaqiang said this is because he knew that the factory would definitely not be able to get the money out by the end of the year!

Moreover, in the near future, the factory will be bankrupt and auctioned due to consecutive years of losses, and more employees will become unemployed by then.

In this way, he laid the groundwork in advance so that the factory would not be able to get the money by the end of the year. This would allow the conflict to break out earlier. At that time, it would be logical to buy the factory and allow the employees to be resettled!

When I heard that I could earn millions in foreign exchange, if Lao Yin's face wasn't so painful that I could laugh out loud, why would I still be earning foreign exchange? Your kid's brain tumor has spread and you're talking nonsense!

However, he did not dare to refute. Now in his eyes, Zhang Jiaqiang was a life-threatening guy, and his own life was in his hands, so he could only follow him first.

Anyway, the injection molding workshop is just sitting idle, so why not contract it to him?

If what he said is true, then in addition to being able to pay back the employees' money, he can also make a profit. When the time comes, the trust relationship will be transferred out of this broken factory, and the people behind him can wipe their ass!

Even if Zhang Jiaqiang fails to achieve his goal in the end, all the responsibility can still be placed on him. Why not get the best of both worlds?

Furthermore, as long as I get away now, it's not easy to deal with this kid. I have to find a way to make him unable to say a word!

Director Yin said, "Well, if young people are courageous and dare to be enterprising and innovative, the injection molding workshop belongs to you. I will have someone sign the contract for you later, and you will get a lot of the promised money!"

Zhang Jiaqiang knew what this guy was up to, and immediately smiled sadly.
Chapter completed!
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