bookrandom Chapter 341 The Martial World is Not Just About Fighting and Killing, It's About Human Relation
Chapter 341 The Martial World is Not Just About Fighting and Killing, It's About Human Relation
Chapter 341 The Martial World is Not Just About Fighting and Killing, It's About Human Relationships and Social Interactions (Part 2)
Zhuang Chaoying let out a long sigh of relief. "Phew, that feels good."
Huang Ling sat down next to him. Ever since Zhuang Chaoying went to the factory, her mind had been in turmoil all day. Now that there was no one else in the room, her hand naturally rested on Zhuang Chaoying's leg.
"Chaoying, the factory shutdown is no small matter. The losses from a single day the machines are down are substantial. Are you sure everything will be alright?"
Zhuang Chaoying nodded, put her arm around her shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It's not that serious. I already have a solution, and it'll be resolved in a couple of days."
As Zhuang Chaoying spoke, she gently massaged her sore shoulders. "Right now, the government is strongly encouraging private and village-run enterprises. Our factory is a well-known appliance factory in Jiangsu Province. If we were to be deliberately sabotaged and bankrupted, the impact on Suzhou would be severe once it gets out. Who would dare to invest from Hong Kong or Taiwan in the future? And wouldn't they be concerned about the taxes our factory pays every year? I don't believe it."
Huang Ling, who had been leaning on Zhuang Chaoying's shoulder, looked up when she heard what he said.
"Chaoying, the factory has taken in so many unemployed young people. I don't think Secretary Zhou will just sit idly by. Besides, all the loans the factory took out were approved by Secretary Zhou. What if we can't pay them back because of this?"
As she said this, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and sat up straight with her eyes wide open.
"Chaoying, something's not right. Today, Vice Mayor Zhao led a group to inspect and make things difficult. Isn't this clearly going against Secretary Zhou? Could it be that there's some internal conflict among them?"
Zhuang Chaoying smiled, gently patted Huang Ling's hand, and nodded approvingly. "Yes, you understand the principle, so there's really no need to worry. Our factory is interconnected; the higher-ups are aware of this."
He leaned back slightly against the sofa.
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Early in the morning, the sky was overcast. Secretary Zhou of Suzhou City lay in bed and stretched.
He subconsciously reached for the bedside table, picked up the watch he had worn for many years, habitually wound it up a few more times, and then put it securely on his wrist.
He turned to look at his sleeping wife beside him. She had been on duty at the hospital the day before, so Secretary Zhou got up quietly, afraid of disturbing her.
He glanced at the wall clock; it was already 6:30. This was his biological clock; whether it was a weekday or a day off, he always woke up at this exact time.
He went into the bathroom, washed up quickly, and then came to the living room.
The nanny was busy in the kitchen when she heard the noise outside and quickly said, "Comrade Zhou, the newspaper is on the coffee table. Dinner will be ready in a little while."
Secretary Zhou walked to the sofa, picked up his reading glasses, wiped them carefully with the corner of his clothes, and looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window.
He has never liked cloudy days like this; they always feel oppressive, the air is stuffy, and it makes him feel uncomfortable.
He slumped heavily onto the sofa and picked up the newspaper to read.
The task assigned to Sucheng City by the province was to solve the employment problem for 800 unemployed youths.
Currently, the Xinsheng Home Appliance Factory has created 120 jobs, and with other people who were placed along the way, his task has been completed for 500 people.
Private enterprises are developing rapidly at present. At this rate, the task will be completed before the end of the year.
Thinking of this, Secretary Zhou's lips curled up slightly. When he went to the provincial meeting at the end of the year, this would undoubtedly be a major achievement for him.
Xinsheng Home Appliance Factory is currently enjoying great success. Not only are its home appliances in high demand in the market, but it also pays a considerable amount of taxes every year, making it a benchmark private enterprise in Suzhou.
As Secretary Zhou flipped through the newspaper, he wondered to himself if, based on these achievements, he should have a chance to be promoted again.
Just then, the nanny brought breakfast to the table one after another.
"Comrade Zhou, dinner is ready. Shall we go and call Aunt Liu to eat?"
Secretary Zhou waved his hand. "Your Aunt Liu was on duty yesterday, let her sleep a little longer, and make her a new one when she wakes up."
On the table were soy milk, pan-fried buns, eggs, and pickled vegetables. Secretary Zhou sat at the table, slowly eating his breakfast while flipping through the newspaper.
Just then, a quick phone call suddenly rang.
Ring ring ring
Secretary Zhou had just put down his chopsticks when the phone rang.
He walked quickly to the sofa, glanced at the wall clock, and saw that it was only seven o'clock. Who could be calling home so early?
Could something have gone wrong at work?
Without thinking twice, he yanked off the white cloth embroidered with mandarin ducks covering the phone and quickly answered it.
"Hello, this is Zhou Liqun."
A woman's voice, trembling with tears and urgency, came from the other end of the phone. "Brother-in-law, it's me! What happened to Xiaojuan? The appliance factory doesn't want her anymore!"
"You don't want it anymore? What happened?"
Zhou Liqun frowned instantly. His first thought was that Xiao Juan must have made a mistake, otherwise why would the factory send her back?
"They came back yesterday. The child started crying as soon as they entered the house, saying that the factory couldn't keep operating and couldn't afford to hire them anymore, so they sent them back. Brother-in-law, you're the top leader in Suzhou, what exactly happened?"
Zhou Liqun then pressed further, asking, "Did you make any fundamental mistake?"
In his view, the job opportunity was hard-won, and Xiaojuan had no reason not to cherish it.
"Brother-in-law, Xiaojuan is such a good girl. She's really enjoying this great job, how could she not cherish it! The other sixty people who were arranged to go together hadn't even signed contracts yet, and they were all laid off!"
"What did you say! All sixty of them have been laid off?"
Zhou Liqun's face froze instantly, and his hand holding the microphone tightened involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He had finally solved the employment problem for 120 people, and now 60 of them were being returned. Wasn't this undermining him? He was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he couldn't help but shout loudly.
"This Anhe!"
Suppressing his anger, Zhou Liqun asked some more questions that had been bothering him. After getting a general idea of the situation, he hung up the phone.
He paced back and forth in the living room, getting angrier the more he thought about it. This Anhe, he had approved interest-free loans for him, helped him solve so many problems, approved land for him to build factories, and the new home appliance factory could not have achieved what he had done without his support.
Now look what's happened, he dismisses sixty people at will. Where does he place himself as the Party Secretary?
Someone who doesn't appreciate kindness.
After calming down a bit, Zhou Liqun felt a surge of frustration when he thought about the complex interpersonal relationships behind those dismissed young people.
These sixty job positions are all about personal connections and relationships; so many people are eyeing them, and so much social interaction is involved. He dared not delay any longer and quickly went to the phone to call Xinsheng Home Appliance Factory again.
"Hello, this is Zhou Liqun, Secretary of the Suzhou Municipal Party Committee."
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