Chapter 250 Who is sucking the blood of the workers? [3000]

Went downstairs.

Lu Yang ignored those who had talked about him before.

Although the industrial park has good conditions for moving in and is tax-free for a few years, the land has just been leveled. It is not known when the three connections of electricity, water and roads will be available and how long it will take.

Deputy Mayor Xu, no one mentioned it just now.

That means people have already agreed.

Both parties had a tacit understanding that as long as Lu Yang could successfully acquire the Fuli Cotton Textile Factory, he would invest all his money in the restructuring and industrial upgrading of this cotton textile factory.

When the machine rings, it's worth a ton of gold.

By the time the output and value have increased, will there still be any fear that we won’t be able to create a number of jobs for the city and pay a generous amount of taxes every year?

Go out, get in the car, and step on the accelerator.

In less than five minutes, we arrived at our destination.

I have said before that Fuli Cotton Textile Factory was established early, in 1953. It is located in the old city area and not far from the city hall building. It is very close.

From a distance, the factory building did not look dilapidated, but the walls surrounding it were covered with ivy, mosses, and various vines.

No one cleaned it up.

These things.

It will smell nice in the spring because some plants will be blooming.

The most typical ones are ivy and morning glory, both of which like to grow on walls.

In summer, the situation is reversed. With these plants crawling all over the walls, it will be easy to breed mosquitoes, insects, poisonous snakes, etc.

In autumn and winter, the leaves turn yellow and fall to the ground. You have to take the time to sweep them up and clean them up. Otherwise, if you wait for a long time, they will easily rot and emit an unpleasant smell.

This fits the smell of a decaying factory quite well, as it is also the result of the corruption of the management.

Lu Yang was in no hurry to get off the car.

I stayed in the car and observed for a while.

The first thing I discovered was that after such a long time, no one had come in or out, and there was not even a visitor. This was similar to what I had guessed. Although the Fuli Cotton Textile Factory had not actually stopped production completely, it was almost the same as a complete shutdown. There were still a few workers left, just to deal with the inspections from above, to prove that my factory was still there and had not closed down, but in fact, it was no longer producing anything.

why?
Why does Lu Yang dare to say that?

The machine didn't make any sound!

Lu Yang had been in and out of the state-owned cotton textile factory more than once, and was very sensitive to the sounds made by the textile machines in the factory.

Most people can hear clearly even if they are separated by a wall or at a distance of about a hundred meters, as long as they calm down.

And this is a textile machine that has been upgraded and replaced.

Unlike here, they are all old machines, old and worn-out machines. Conservative estimates put their production years at least at more than 40 years.

Then the problem is coming.

Could it be that this 40-year-old machine produces less noise than the newer generation machine that was created after several generations of hard work?
Obviously impossible.

The only answer could be that the machines inside the wall and in the factory were not running at all.

Lu Yang thought about it and decided to get off the car and go into the factory to take a closer look.

This section of the wall has only one entrance.

Block it with railings.

There was a guard room next to it. Lu Yang walked over and knocked on the door: "Uncle, can I ask you something?"

You know what, there really was a big man inside, squatting and circling a table. On the table was a bright yellow tank made of bullet shells.

But the old man seemed not to hear Lu Yang.

Maybe I was too focused.

Lu Yang had no choice but to knock on the window again, "Uncle, can you hear me? I want to ask you something."

This time the old man finally responded.

"What?"

The old man stood up and opened the door.

Lu Yang was overjoyed and asked, "Can you hear me?"

The old man shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "I can't hear you. What are you talking about? Speak louder, young man."

It turns out that the old man’s ears are not working very well.

But Lu Yang carefully discovered that this old man was not born deaf-mute, at least he could still speak, and his pronunciation was clear and loud. His hard of hearing was not congenital either, as there was a very obvious scar on his left ear. It was caused by an unknown reason, and half of his ear was missing.

It’s a pity that Lu Yang has never served in the army.

If you have served in the military, you will definitely be able to discover more details.

For example, the old man's injury was probably caused by a grenade exploding not far from him, which damaged his eardrum and caused a scratch on one of his ears due to shrapnel. For example, the old man's hands had calluses on their knuckles, which most likely meant that he had been holding a gun for many years.

For example: Although the old man has poor hearing, his voice is loud and he stands very straight.

All signs indicate that the old man must have served in the army.

"Master, can I ask you something?"

Lu Yang did as the old man said, leaned close to his ear and yelled.

This time the old man heard it.

"Looking for the factory manager?"

"Old Geng, then you can go in." "But be careful not to disturb the workers living inside, and don't look at them with discrimination, understand?"

The old man was too impatient to speak.

If there is anything, let Lu Yang go directly to the factory manager.

Lu Yang walked into the factory, thinking, what the old man meant was that the factory director's surname was Geng? So he called him Old Geng? He wanted me to go to Old Geng if I had any problems? But where should I go to find this person?

I forgot to ask Uncle Meng before, if his old classmate, my grandfather’s student, is the same old story?

Don’t blame Lu Yang.

The factory area is not small, but it is quiet everywhere.

Previously, there were rumors that there were more than a dozen workers here, still maintaining the basic operation of the workshop and staying at work. Now it seems that the rumors are indeed rumors. I have been walking for nearly four or five minutes, and now I haven’t seen even a ghost.

First, the workshop door was locked.

Lu Yang also saw those old and dilapidated textile machines through the window.

The warehouse area was also locked, and it was unclear whether there were any old cloths left in there that had not been sold.

But there shouldn't be.

If there really is, since we cannot even pay the workers’ wages now, the money must have been distributed to our fellow workers.

Administration Building.

Let's call it the administrative building.

This house has two floors, but it is too dilapidated. Even the plaster on the walls has fallen off, peeling off piece by piece. If it were left there in 20 or 30 years, it would definitely be a dangerous building, or it would be the favorite haunted adventure house of some outdoor anchors.

Lu Yang looked at it for a while.

Before he walked up the stairs, he stomped on them to make sure they would not collapse or shake, and then he carefully went up the stairs along the wall.

When he arrived on the second floor, the scene before him was beyond his expectations. The corridor was unexpectedly clean, without a speck of dust.

This means someone comes to clean regularly.

Also, every room we passed along the way was very clean and had a name tag on the door.

Write down respectively: Document room, finance room, technical department office, personnel department office, quality inspection department office, sales department office, logistics department office, liaison office of the Disabled Persons’ Federation, director’s office, deputy director’s office, secretary’s office, deputy secretary’s office, factory director’s office, deputy factory director’s office…

There are many categories, quite comprehensive.

Here, they are not all listed one by one.

However, Lu Yang was depressed when he saw this: As far as he knew, the Fuli Cotton Textile Factory had no more than 200 workers at its peak ten years ago, and the number was maintained at around to at most.

And that's even counting management.

But it’s just a small factory, and although the temple is small, it has many management departments!

If you count only the offices, there are more than ten of them.

It’s impossible that there is only one person working in each office, right?
What a waste, right?
It's right that a leader should have a secretary, right?

It doesn’t matter how much work this department has. The main thing is that there are too few people and it doesn’t look impressive.

right?
Does it make sense?
Lu Yang was not wrongly accusing anyone, but he was observing clearly through his own eyes. Looking through the window, he saw that some departments were really well-staffed, with more than ten desks.

My goodness!

Oh, my god.

Lu Yang couldn't help but want to speak English. If he wasn't afraid that the readers would say he was rude, his most realistic reaction at this moment would have been to jump up and curse.

"WCNM, NMBD, no wonder a good factory can't continue to operate and is on the verge of bankruptcy. There are so many parasites sucking blood from disabled workers, making disabled workers work alone to support two management teams. WCNMMMO, who is the disabled person? There is no way this factory can continue to operate. No matter how much profit it makes, it is not enough to suck blood, damn it."

The above is just an inner monologue.

Lu Yang is a civilized person.

I wouldn't really say such harsh words to your face.

However, some ideas that I had already thought of before coming here have to be completely rejected now.

What's the idea?
Of course, after the acquisition, we will fully accept the ideas of all the workers here.

Lu Yang listened to Uncle Meng's advice last night, and this morning, he listened to Deputy Mayor Xu's analysis.

I think both of them are quite right.

As the saying goes: Forgive others when you can, everyone carries a fancy sedan, it’s good for you, it’s good for me, it’s good for everyone, be polite and you will earn money.

Since Lu Yang was eating the meat, he had to let the former management of the Fuli Cotton Textile Factory drink the soup.

There's no need to make things too awkward.

Otherwise, they may be unhappy and make trouble for you behind your back. If they then incite the ignorant workers to cause trouble, no one will be happy.

Therefore, the easiest way is to recruit them all and then spend some money to raise them.

Lu Yang had really been convinced before.

But damn, now he regretted it.

What can we do with these parasites if we recruit them?
It was not enough to suck the blood out of a welfare cotton textile factory, so they recruited them again, let them continue to lie in the newly established factories, suck the blood of the new factories, and then continue to support them with the fruits of the labor of their disabled workers?

Holy shit.

This is unbearable.

Absolutely not. Even if it means making less money, it will bring him big trouble and even completely ruin the acquisition. Lu Yang will never allow such a thing to happen to him.

(End of this chapter)