1287: Chapter 632: Acid-Spitting Dragon, Gold Mine 1287: Chapter 632: Acid-Spitting Dragon, Gold Mine For the situation at the at Processing Factory, Yan Fei, who often watched the news and was relatively inford about current affairs, had sowhat anticipated it.
In fact, there had already been voices of “protest,” but they were all ignored.
No matter who managed a rger, it was impossible to satisfy everyone.
But Yan Fei had thought that those who would cause trouble would be so of the people who couldn’t even secure a position at the Reemploynt Office—these people were sowhat 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 so joy?
Yan Fei chuckled and said to Biaozi, “Alright, I know about this, let them make noise.
Maybe they’ll get free als during New Year.
You’ve also worked hard running back and forth, take so 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 ntioned 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 rembered sothing and called him back, “Old Zhou, wait a minute, I have sothing to discuss!”
Zhou Dalian, who was lingering to chat more with Yan Fei, imdiately turned around, “Brother Fei, just tell , I won’t refuse anything I can help with.”
Yan Fei began to smile, “I’m not asking you to do sothing, 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 ?
If it were up to , money is the best.
Whoever gives money, I’ll never complain about the amount…”
Yan Fei explained, “Hold on, listen to 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 at Processing Factory, and I don’t think I’m doing too badly.
Besides money, I want to give sothing else, to show people that our private enterprise is no worse than the state-owned ones.
Can you think of sothing else?”
Zhou Dalian frowned deep in thought, “Brother Fei, I really can’t think of anything.
If I could think of sothing 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 at Processing Factory, before he took over, many inside hadn’t seen a penny in salary for a long ti.
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 al, yet unwilling to let a private enterprise take over.
If not for Secretary Jiao’s strong support, the dire state of the at 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 so 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 so 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 ntioned 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 co up with any good ideas.
He simply slipped into the world of dinosaurs, wandering around inside.
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