Afternoon.

After Su Mu had lunch, he set off early, intending to go to the four garment factories in turn.

First, take a look at the work situation, and secondly, the Mid-Autumn Festival is in front of us, and I also meet with the workers.

Among the traditional festivals, the Mid-Autumn Festival is considered to be a relatively important festival.

As the director of the factory, he can't even show his face, even if it is just a couple of holiday blessings.

The first three garment factories were transferred.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Su Mu arrived at the Nanyang Garment Factory.

As soon as he parked the car in front of the office building, he saw Miao Zhuang walking out of the building.

"Director!" Miao Zhuang's eyes lit up, and he trotted to the side of the car, and said with excitement on his face: "I was planning to let people invite you."

"What's the problem?" asked Su Mu with a smile.

Miao Zhuang shook his head to deny it, and replied: "There is no problem in terms of work, that is, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how can you come over and have a few words with the workers in the factory."

"You may also know that many people in the factory usually complain that only Qingyang Garment Factory is raised by his mother, and the other three of us are all born to their mothers."

"If you don't come at ordinary times, if you don't come during the Mid-Autumn Festival, then everyone's opinions will be even greater."

Su Mu nodded, went to the office to drink two cups of tea, read the report, listened to the report, and then ordered Miao Zhuang to notify the workers to assemble.

From the speed of the gathering, we can often see the discipline and cohesion of the workers in the factory.

Su Mu, who has been to three garment factories, compared the assembly speed of workers in Nanyang Garment Factory with the other three and found that all of them were similar.

For Su Mu's arrival, the workers seemed very excited.

They are not like the workers of the Qingyang Garment Factory, and they can often see Su Mu, but Su Mu's position in the hearts of the workers will not be much lessened.

Because the salaries of the four garment factories are all uniform, no one is higher than the other three.

Therefore, the treatment enjoyed by the workers of Qingyang Garment Factory can also be enjoyed by the workers of the other three companies.

That sense of honor and pride does not increase or decrease because Su Mu often comes over infrequently.

As usual, I first said some words of congratulations on the happy holidays.

Su Mu said with a smile: "During this time, everyone's performance is very good, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I want to think about it in the past two days, and I can't think of what holiday gifts are better to give."

"So, it's simply the same as when it was May Day, it's still a hundred yuan in cash per person, everyone takes the money, buys whatever they want."

"I wonder if this gift can satisfy everyone?"

the voice just fell.

I listened to the workers shouting in unison: "Satisfied!" The

sound was so loud that not only made Su Mu feel pain in his eardrums, but even the people within a radius of 100 meters of the garment factory were startled.

"Other

factories, even if they are better, are nothing more than sending some rice, noodles, oil and the like, where is our factory real?" "

Yes, a hundred yuan, enough to buy a large cart of rice flour oil!"

The workers shouted and applauded vigorously, and the agitation lasted for a long time before it subsided.

Su Mu, who had already experienced similar scenes three times, did not feel much surprise at all.

Wait until it quiets down.

Someone raised his hand and shouted: "Director, when you are usually fine, you should come to our factory more often."

As soon as the words fell, many people nodded in agreement.

"Director, Qingyang Town to Nanyang Town, the distance is a little far, but our factory is your home, you have to go home often."

"My cousin works in Qingyang Garment Factory, and she told me a few days ago that I can often see you in the factory, and I am almost envious to death!"

"Factory director, there is a saying that comes, oh yes, rain and dew are all wet, you have a bowl of water to be even, you can't always let the people of Qingyang Garment Factory, jokes are raised by the queen mother."

Su Mu raised his hand and pressed down, and said with a smile: "I accept everyone's opinions, I am here to express my attitude to everyone, and I must come to see you often when I have time." After

another round of applause.

Another person raised his hand and said: "Director, I heard that you are building a new factory, and when the new factory is built, how many of us workers from the old factory can be transferred to work in the new factory?"

"Factory director, last time we heard the director of the Miao factory say that the new factory can be built big, and they are also going to build kindergartens, help workers with children with children, and even build schools, is it true

?" "When the new factory is built, will there be a limited number of places in each factory, and only select people who are good at work?"

Seeing the workers begin to speculate.

Su Mu had to wave his hand to calm the workers and said, "After the new factory is set up, it is enough to arrange all the workers of our four garment factories, so there is no need to worry about not being able to grab a place."

"Of course, if you have a close home and are willing to stay in the old factory to work, you can also stay in the old factory to continue working, and there will be no difference in salary and treatment from the new factory."

After hearing this, the workers all breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to get angry.

"Who said that when the new factory is built, we workers in the old factory will be abandoned?"

"That is, every day I know nonsense, and pass on some gossip without shadow!" "

Who said stand up and see if I don't tear her mouth!" Su

Mu calmed the workers' emotions, and briefly said some inspiring scenes, turning his head to look at Miao Zhuang.

Miao Zhuang nodded, walked to Su Mu's side, and said loudly: "Everyone has heard the words of the factory director, I hope everyone will remember them in their hearts... There's nothing else to do, let's go for anything. "

The workers left in groups of threes and fives.

And a girl with two twisted braids who looked to be less than twenty years old suddenly ran to Su Mu, wiping her tears while running.

"You are?" Su Mu was a little confused.

After Miao Zhuang was stunned for a short time, he didn't show much fuss.

"Plop!" The girl didn't say a word, and knelt directly on the ground.

Su Mu quickly reached out to help, but the girl was very persistent.

No way, Su Mu had to increase his strength to help the other party up.

"Are you experiencing any difficulties in your work or life?" asked Su Mu.

However, the girl just wiped her tears vigorously and did not answer his question.

"Director, let me do it for her. Miao Zhuang said slowly: "Her name is Tao Xiaoya, she had a fever when she was ten years old, and she can't speak after that."

"Then some time ago, something happened to his family, there was really no way, so I applied for a bailout fund with the factory, and I asked people to check it, confirmed that the conditions were met, and sent the money down."

Su Mu nodded abruptly, understanding the reason why the girl knelt down for him.

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