'What is the standard of the food now?' Han Songlin really didn't care about this before. Or rather, he deliberately didn't care about this.
The factory provides workers with one meal a day.
Before, Han Songlin's request was that it be the same as it was during the Leshui Distillery period.
Nothing should be changed.
'On average, each person gets a meal for 50 cents!'
Fifty cents?
That's too low!
Han Songlin had eaten in the lowest-standard canteen, and it was also based on the standard of 3 yuan per person. Moreover, that company was also a manufacturer of hydraulic generator sets.
The generator sets manufactured were not only sold domestically, but also had a certain market position abroad.
'One meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup, the standard is above average, and it's still okay!' Han Songcai said with a smile, and the workers all said that the food was much better than before.
Han Songlin looked at the prepared food and saw braised eggplant.
As for meat, Han Songlin looked closely and could still see quite a bit of it.
There were two or three pieces of meat in this spoonful of food.
The oil was quite heavy.
In the workers' canteen, the meat could be a little less, but the oil must be added in larger quantities.
Because they all do manual labour, it wouldn't do without oil!
In the past, Han Songlin thought that the standard meal cost of one yuan was a bit poor; it was only with the benefit of hindsight that he could see things in this way.
Even though it has been more than a year, some of Han Songlin's thoughts have not changed.
Now, the standard meal cost of 50 cents is not bad.
Han Songlin remembers that when he was in primary school, the meals sold by the school canteen aunt seemed to be priced at 10 or 20 cents; and that time period was already the late 1990s.
One thing that Han Songlin remembers vividly is that his mother tried to give him two cents, but gave him two yuan instead.
The money was crumpled.
At the time, both two cents and two yuan were blue-green in colour, so they looked similar.
Han Songlin still remembers the feeling he had when he received the two yuan: it was as if he had a large sum of money in his hands.
It was a more exciting feeling than having a few thousand yuan in your hands now.
Back then, money was valuable!
'Wait until 11 o'clock, come to the meeting room for a meeting.'
On this side of the canteen, Han Songlin just looked around. Han Songqing managed well, and now had eight or nine people under him.
Han Songqing, Han Songlin believed, would not say that he was greedy for food expenses or anything.
The factory said that the standard for each meal was 50 cents, so Han Songqing would definitely let the workers eat meals up to this standard.
And in terms of management, the most important things for him were fairness and practicality.
It is what it is, and there is no nonsense about it.
'Oh, yes!'
The canteen will be opening soon. Generally, it will open at 10 o'clock in the morning.
In the afternoon, it will open at 6 o'clock.
In the evening, it will open at 2 o'clock in the morning.
The morning shift starts at 5:40 a.m. and ends at 2 p.m.
The night shift starts at 1:45 p.m. and finishes at 10:00 p.m. The night shift starts at 9:45 p.m. and finishes at 6:00 a.m. Basically, it's a rotating schedule.
The workshop is basically a 24-hour operation, so the boiler naturally runs 24 hours a day.
And the boiler room can provide 24-hour hot water and so on.
'Brother-in-law!' Han Songlin had barely arrived at the office when Liu Xiaomei came in.
'Call the boss!' Han Songlin pointed at the office door. He had told Liu Xiaomei before that she had to knock when entering.
'Brother-in-law!'
Han Songlin had barely arrived in the office when Liu Xiaomei came in.
'Call me Boss!' Han Songlin pointed at the office door. He had told Liu Xiaomei before that you had to knock when entering.
But he had forgotten already.
Liu Xiaomei pouted, stamped her foot, went out, and then stood at the door and knocked.
'Come in!'
Han Songlin didn't care about Liu Xiaomei's mood, looked up at her and asked, 'Is there anything I can help you with?'
'Nothing, I just wanted to come and see you!'
Han Songlin rolled his eyes, while writing down the things he wanted to say at the meeting on a piece of paper.
Han Songlin was going to say that after the advertisement was broadcast on CCTV and major satellite TV stations, it would definitely lead to a huge increase in sales of Jinliufu liquor.
In this situation, it was naturally necessary to seize the opportunity to fill the liquor.
and the production of new wine.
Now, in addition to these things, Han Songlin also has three things to say. One is the purchase of a laojiao machine.
The other is the issue of canteen food, raising the standard of each person's food to one yuan.
Finally, there is the issue of building a canteen and dormitory building.
It so happens that there is also vacant land next to the row of dilapidated houses that make up the canteen. Just demolish them and build the building on the same spot.
As for what to do with the canteen after the house is demolished?
Simple, just put up a shed to cook in for now.
As for staff accommodation, they can rent a house in town to live in for now.
After all, Han Songlin saw that it didn't seem like many employees needed to live in the factory.
It's not that there are no employees living in the factory, it's just that Liu Xiaomei usually lives in the factory.
It's just that she lives in the office.
Anyway, most of this office is not being used.
To be honest, Han Songlin doesn't quite know what Yang Yixiang was thinking when he built such a big office building.
Just for show?
Liu Xiaomei saw that Han Songlin was ignoring her and didn't care; she walked lightly behind Han Songlin with her arms crossed.
'Boss, you're going to build a dormitory building?'
Han Songlin answered, 'Mm!'
'And you're going to raise the food standards? That's not bad.'
Liu Xiaomei also knew that her third brother was good at managing the canteen; if someone else managed the canteen, they would probably deduct 10 or 20 cents from the 50-cent meal fee.
With several hundred people, they could deduct tens of dollars a day.
A few tens of dollars a day, which is quite a lot at the end of the month.
But Han Songqing did not do this.
Because Liu Xiaomei had seen that Han Songqing had a notebook in which he kept track of his spending, noting how much he spent on food every day.
It's all clearly written down!
"Usually, do you eat in the canteen?'
Liu Xiaomei let out a long sigh, 'If I don't eat in the canteen, what else can I eat? Going out costs money!'
Han Songlin let out a small exclamation. He really hadn't thought that Liu Xiaomei was originally such a thrifty girl.
However, from the way Liu Xiaomei dressed, she didn't seem like a thrifty person at all!
Liu Xiaomei's monthly salary was still quite good, and Han Songlin had set it at 1,200 yuan.
With a salary like that, it's rare to find someone who can keep up in the 1993 music scene.
But after getting her paycheck, Liu Xiaomei either buys cosmetics or new clothes.
What can Han Songlin say?
What is Liu Xiaomei's state now?
When we were in school, we would rather spend our living expenses on going online and eating instant noodles every day, which is the same nature; that said, eating instant noodles and going to the cafeteria to eat meals, it costs about the same.
Because students who eat instant noodles like to add a few ham sausages and other things, and put a pack of pickled mustard tuber or shredded kelp on top.
'Where does all your money go every month?' Han Songlin felt that Liu Xiaomei shouldn't say that she always spent all her money every month.
'I buy something for 300 yuan, save 500 yuan for myself, and give the rest to my family!'
Han Songlin really didn't expect it: 'You're quite filial!'