'No need, it's the same outside.' Han Songlin patted the folder in his hands: 'Is this a list of all the employees at Lucky Star Industries?'
'Yes, it's all here. Apart from the workers and R&D staff, there are also office and portering staff, logistics workers, and a total of 236 people.'
Han Songlin did some mental arithmetic and found that there were 159 workers.
This number was neither large nor small.
'That's not right. I remember that there were more than 1,000 people working in the factory before!'
Zheng Lin: 'That included the food factory and the restaurant, which we didn't take over!'
'What about the machinery factory?'
The workers from the machinery factory were originally transferred from the agricultural machinery factory. There would be no problem if they returned.
For Han Songlin, these old workers are much better than new recruits.
They can start work without any training at all.
'The notice has already been issued, and more than 50 people are willing to come back to work!'
'If they are willing to come back and there are no problems with the assessment, then arrange for them to start work!'
Zheng Lin hesitated for a moment. As the financial director, she should not say anything about the business side of things, but she had always remembered a saying from her teacher:
A good financial officer not only manages the accounts well, but also formulates financial plans that are suitable for the company's future development.
'Boss, there are so many workers in the factory now, some of them can't be used, can they?'
Han Songlin said nonchalantly, 'Workers are a factory's valuable asset. It's a pity to let these skilled workers go out and set up stalls on the street. Besides, these people will soon be put to good use.'
Originally, it was said that the auditorium had not been cleared out, but Xue Guiping had already made arrangements and had cleared it out.
He had really chosen the right person for the position of office manager.
'Director Xue, not bad!'
Han Songlin's praise made Xue Guiping's bones soften; he knew that from now on, he had finally established himself under his new boss.
'It's all something I should do!'
Han Songlin looked at Xue Guiping and smiled lightly. No wonder everyone likes having someone around who knows what's going on – it really is very convenient and easy to work with.
He walked up to the stage and patted the microphone on the podium. As Han Songlin walked up to the stage, the nearly 200 people sitting below him all quieted down.
'Some of you don't know me, and some of you do! Let me introduce myself: I'm Han Songlin, the boss of Lucky Star Industries, and you are now employees of Lucky Star Industries.'
'In 1992, I started a business with 10,000 yuan. From the very beginning, I set myself a small goal: to make 100 million yuan!'
A small goal, 100 million yuan?
Hearing Han Songlin say this, it seems that making money is easy.
But you are the boss, so whatever you say is right, and no one will stand up and contradict you.
'I did it! Now, I still have a small goal: this year, the output value of Fuxing Industry is going to exceed 100 million yuan!'
An output value of 100 million yuan?
Are you afraid you haven't woken up?
'This boss is good at bragging!'
'Another 100 million yuan, why not blow the sky apart!'
In the past, when the factory was at its most prosperous, the annual output value was a remarkable 20 to 30 million yuan.
Now all of a sudden he's talking about 100 million, how is that possible!
Xue Guiping saw the commotion below and quickly stood up and yelled, 'Quiet, quiet, pay attention to meeting discipline!'
Han Songlin also knew that this small goal was a bit too ambitious.
As a factory, what is the concept of an output value of over 100 million? Anyway, there aren't many in the whole of China that can achieve this.
But Han Songlin did feel that it was worth a try.
Even if this small goal is not achieved this year, it will definitely be achieved next year.
'Goals are always goals. Let's talk about everyone's treatment! In the future, everyone's income will be divided into two main parts: basic salary and performance-based salary.'
With that, Han Songlin took a piece of paper out of his trouser pocket.
The issue of salary will always be the focus of employees' attention.
Before coming here, Han Songlin had already made a small plan for the salary issue.
'In addition to basic salary and performance-related salary, there will also be post salary, technical grade salary, length of service salary, and in the summer, there will be a high temperature allowance. The factory will also pay social security and medical insurance for everyone. In the future, if the factory develops well, it can build staff quarters for everyone, etc. The specific salary standards will be announced later. I can guarantee that it will definitely be higher than your previous salary. In the future, you will definitely get more for doing more, and there will definitely be rewards for doing well. Of course, there are people in the factory who want to be shifty and sneaky, then I'm sorry, I don't feed waste.'
No matter the past, present or future; these shifty and sneaky people are always in the minority.
If the majority of a company are just muddling along, then there must be a problem with management.
'I don't ask everyone to love the factory as if it were their home in the future, I don't want that. I just want one thing, I pay you all a salary, then you all do a good job for me.'
If you keep saying that you should love the company like your family, then there is definitely a problem.
As long as you pay the wages, you can't get rid of the employees.
'Okay, that's enough for today's meeting. Director Xue, arrange for everyone to eat first.'
Xue Guiping quickly agreed, 'Listen up everyone, the boss has already asked the restaurant across the street to prepare the food, so everyone go to the cafeteria to eat!'
A bowl of rice, a big spoonful of vegetables, and plenty of oil and water.
Han Songlin sat on a bench in the canteen, which had tables and benches made entirely of solid wood.
Solid wood would be very valuable in the future, but for now, this was the cheapest option.
Compared to the steel and plastic benches of the future, these wooden benches were indeed more comfortable to sit on.
Zheng Lin looked at the food in her bowl and then at the people around her. She was the only girl at the table.
She looked at Han Songlin and wondered if she should give him some of the fatty meat.
Forget it!
Eat it yourself.
Han Songlin had no idea what Zheng Lin was thinking, so he picked up the meat in his bowl and put it in his mouth.
The food in this restaurant is really good.
'Director Xue, tomorrow, open the canteen.'
Xue Guiping agreed, it was easy to open the canteen, after all, the people in the canteen before just had to be called back.
'Boss, what exactly is the standard for the canteen?'
'From now on, the canteen will be prepared according to the standard of one yuan and fifty cents per person per meal. It will be provided free of charge to employees. By the way, everyone will need a meal ticket.'
'No problem with that!'
The meal tickets can be cut from cigarette boxes and stamped.
Han Songlin looked at Xue Guiping and said seriously, 'I hope that every penny of the one yuan and fifty cents is spent on food.'
Xue Guiping's face paled, and he quickly said, 'Boss, don't worry, I promise, no one will be able to deduct a single penny from this.'
'That's good! The finance department needs to do a good job of auditing.'
Zheng Lin was concentrating on the food when she heard Han Songlin's words: 'Oh, okay!'