City: I'm Really Not Rich

"Panpan, what nonsense are you talking about, I have nothing to do with Senior Zhang Chen, just brother-in-law!

Lin Miaomiao's face was as red as a monkey's butt in an instant, she stomped her feet, pulled Sun Panpan away, and covered his mouth with her hand.

Sun Panpan was completely dissatisfied, swaying from side to side and struggling to get out.

"Okay, don't think that I don't know anything when I'm a child. You obviously have a picture of Zhang Chen's brother-in-law in your wallet. You even cut out the news about Zhang Chen's brother-in-law and made a newspaper clipping, and, um-"

Lin Miaomiao squeezed the boy's head and forcibly pulled him behind him.

"I...I set myself a goal at that time, can't I!"

"Senior Zhang Chen is the best and youngest businessman in the empire. As the assistant to the chairman of the Senmiao Group, of course I want to keep all his news. There may be some business opportunities. 99

"Really, Senior Zhang Chen?"

She looked at Zhang Chen cautiously, the girl's heart was beating wildly, for fear that Zhang Chen saw something.

Zhang Chen didn't expect that Lin Miaomiao would regard herself as an idol, so she reached out and rubbed Xiao Nizi's head twice.

"If you want to know any top-secret news, just send me a WeChat message and ask me. What you see on the news may not be true - but it's always good to have this idea. People need to learn to make progress."||.

"Let's go, I'm here to talk to Director Sun today, it would be better if Uncle Lin and Aunt Li were there.

Zhang Chen smiled and walked towards the factory gate.

Lin Miaomiao's expression dimmed slightly, but Zhang Chen's appearance was so magnanimous, but she was a little disappointed.

Liang Lu knew Lin Miaomiao and the relationship between the Lin family and Zhang Chen.

Christina placed her position very precisely and had no problem with it.

The security booth at the entrance of the factory was empty, and there were no security guards. Zhang Chen and his party walked in unimpeded and went straight to the pier under the leadership of Lin Miaomiao.

"The No. 1 Shipyard has had no new orders for more than half a year, and now the 9,833 employees in the factory are all unemployed and paid the minimum wage.

"Uncle Sun asked them to find the next home by themselves, but those young people are fine, but the logistics staff and the old masters are miserable, and they may not be able to find any jobs even if they leave the shipyard.

Lin Miaomiao walked in the shipyard, looking at the deserted production workshops, her mood became heavier and heavier.

The little joys and sorrows that belonged to him just now were long forgotten.

"How many logisticians and masters are there among the more than 9,000 people?"

Zhang Chen didn't expect this shipyard to have so many workers, but compared to those electronics factories, technology factories, etc., this number is not too many.

"`||This last time I heard Uncle Sun say that this factory has a long history, and many of the whole family work in the factory. 35

"The ratio of logisticians and technicians is about one to two, and the ratio of technical masters over forty-five to those under forty to forty-five is about three to one.

"And there are only 100 skilled workers under the age of 40, and the skilled workers under the age of 30 (de Hao Zhao) may only be the disciples of Uncle Sun.

After Lin Miaomiao finished speaking, Zhang Chen immediately felt a twilight emanating from the surrounding machines.

The ratio of logisticians and technicians is fairly normal.

But among the technical staff, young people and middle-level backbones are too few.

There are more than 6,000 masters over the age of 40. These people's craftsmanship and thinking have long been finalized. Even if they have to cultivate from scratch, they do not have the energy and time.

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