Ji Xiliang saw a calmness and confidence in Han Jiangyue's eyes, and couldn't help but feel a stern. Before today, Ji Xiliang and Han Jiangyue had met many times because of their investment in the reducer branch. In Ji Xiliang's impression, Han Jiangyue was just a rich man from the south, and was a sucker who was fooled by the revitalization work group. Han Jiangyue's gender also gave Ji Xiliang some illusions. After all, in this era, the concept of a strong woman was not popular. Ji Xiliang even felt that Han Jiangyue might just be the little girl of a big boss, and she was just a vase.

How could he know that Han Jiangyue was an extremely strong girl since she was a child. During the period when she was working in Pengcheng, she experienced a lot of hardships and her personality became stronger and stronger. Later, she contracted the Xinmin Hydraulic Tool Factory, and under difficult conditions, she led all the employees of the factory to work hard all the way through ups and downs, and her will had been tempered to be tenacious, far from comparable to ordinary women. In Han Jiangyue's eyes, these tricks that Ji Xiliang played were simply childish and ridiculous. If only a few workers could make her surrender, she would not have traveled thousands of miles to Yubei.

"My masters, please be quiet. I can fully understand your concerns about the reducer factory and your own future. However, before you ask questions, can you listen to our Xinmin Hydraulic Machinery Factory's plan to invest in the reducer branch?"

Han Jiangyue's voice was not loud, but her pronunciation was clear, and her tone was a little calm, which made people feel a little relied on her when they heard it. The workers who were instructed by Ji Xiliang to provoke him also had a brief shock, and their voices suddenly became weaker.

"Everyone thinks that our Xinmin Hydraulic Machinery Factory is a joint-stock enterprise and is unreliable, while Yubei Heavy Machinery is a pure state-owned enterprise, and everyone is getting an iron rice bowl. So I want to ask, are you really getting an iron rice bowl? As far as I know, the wages of ordinary workers in Yuzhong are only over 100 yuan. Even if they have more than 100 yuan, they can only pay 70% per month. I don't know if the remaining money can be obtained. In some joint-stock or private enterprises in other places, the wages of workers can reach 400 or 500 yuan. Compared with more than 100 yuan and 400 yuan, which one do you think is the real iron rice bowl?"

Han Jiangyue said calmly, while scanning the workers in the audience with her eyes. There was a sense of awe in her eyes. The workers she had scandalized subconsciously calmed down and began to think about what she said.

"Mr. Han, you said that those companies with good performance in other places can get four or five hundred yuan, but they must be foreign companies, right?" A young worker named Qian Xiaolong asked the question timidly.

Han Jiangyue smiled slightly and said, "Why must it be a foreign company? To be honest, last year, our Xinmin Hydraulic Machinery Factory paid a total of 2.8 million yuan. Our official employees are less than 500, so you can calculate how much salary each person gets."

"2.8 million, divided by 500 people, then each person is...500 yuan!"

"My goodness, then isn't it almost 500 yuan a month?"

"It's impossible. 500 a month is not higher than the salary of our factory director and chief engineer?"

"She is talking about the total number. I guess ordinary workers are not that high, right?"

Everyone was doing calculations quickly in their hearts, with a look of horror on their faces. Saying a thousand ten thousand is the hardest truth. You said you were serving a iron rice bowl, but the rice bowl was filled with some noodle soup. What kind of rice bowl is useless? If you can get a salary of 500 yuan a month, is it important to serve what rice bowl?

"Mr. Han, as you said just now, every worker in your factory can get about 500 yuan a month. Can everyone get so much?" Since Qian Xiaolong had already started, he plucked up his courage to continue asking.

Han Jiangyue said: "Our factory implements a performance salary system. Employees who have good skills and work a lot and contribute a lot to the factory can get high salaries. Those who have poor skills and work a little will of course not get so much money. Let me give you an example. There is an assembly fitter in our factory who went to the customer to repair the hydraulic pump. He worked for three days and three nights in a row, solving the problem that the customer thought would take a month to solve, and won the reputation of our factory. After he came back, the factory gave him a bonus of 2,000 yuan at one time. This is our performance management method."

This sentence made everyone excited again:

"I made a bonus of 2,000 yuan in three days and three nights, and this money is so easy to make!"

"What's good to make? It also requires technology. We are working on reducers. How high are the technical requirements for assembly fitters? You don't know yet? Do you think anyone can solve the problem?"

"I guess Master Hu in our workshop should have this ability."

"Yes, I knew it would be great to learn more skills at the beginning..."

"I think although I can't reach this level, I can always get a bonus of a few hundred yuan, right?"

Everyone's hearts began to move. Seeing that everyone was led by Han Jiangyue by the rhythm, Ji Xiliang stood aside and was anxious. While Han Jiangyue was not paying attention, he gave Cao Changsheng a wink. Cao Changsheng was in tune with each other and loudly interrupted his colleagues' discussions and asked Han Jiangyue: "Mr. Han, you just said that people with good skills can get more money. Can you tell us what is considered good technology? For example, I am a fourth-level milling worker, and the technology is not mentioned. People like me, according to the standards of your factory, how much money can they get in a month?"

"puff!"

Before Han Jiangyue could answer, some of the workers could not help laughing and chuckled. Everyone was a colleague in the same workshop, who could not understand who? In terms of technology, there were a few big guys in the speed reducer workshop, and some of them were not up to the standards of big guys, but at least they were relatively skilled. But no matter how they counted, the evaluation of "the technology was not mentioned" could not fall into Cao Changsheng. Who wouldn't know that this guy is famous for being lazy? His level 4 milling worker was praised entirely by flattering Ji Xiliang.

Han Jiangyue Bingxue was smart and guessed something from the expressions on everyone's faces. She looked at Cao Changsheng and said with a smile: "Master Cao, I don't know much about the technician grading standards in Yubei. You just said that you are a fourth-level milling worker, and I don't know what level this represents. Otherwise, you can see that there is a milling machine in the workshop. Can you show your skills here? Let me and all the masters see how superb your skills are?"

Everyone burst into laughter this time, and someone yelled in fun:

"That's right, Lao Cao, show it to Mr. Han."

"Brother Cao takes action, what else can I say? I will definitely kill all the people in the workshop!"

"Old Cao, do you want me to help you turn on the power supply of the milling machine? It would be embarrassing if you can't find the switch."

"This Mr. Han...is really too dark!"

Cao Changsheng was attacked by Han Jiangyue and was collectively ridiculed by everyone. He couldn't help but feel angry. He turned around and glared at everyone, and then said to Han Jiangyue: "If you show your hand, you will show your hand. Isn't it just milling a workpiece? You can ask the question and tell me what to do with milling."

Because it was a meeting in the workshop, there was a universal milling machine next to Han Jiangyue Station. There were a few scraps left on the table next to it that I didn’t know what to process. Han Jiangyue picked up a piece of round steel, took a look, and said, “Master Cao means it. Otherwise, you can mill a keyway on this round steel. The width and depth are 0 mm each and the length is 80 mm. How about it?”

"Isn't it just a keyway? You wait!"

Cao Changsheng responded confidently. The milling keyway is the simplest item in milling operations, so Cao Changsheng naturally cannot do so. Ji Xiliang's instructions to him were to find a way to disrupt the situation. He must make the acquisition of the reducer factory unable to continue, and Han Jiangyue retreated when he knew the difficulties. The opening of the milling machine was considered a question given to him by Han Jiangyue. If he couldn't answer it, it would be difficult to say later, so he had to follow this question. In his opinion, what technology could Han Jiangyue know? He could just open the milling machine and cut it a few times, which would scare her.

Thinking of this, Cao Changsheng walked to the milling machine. He took the round steel handed over by Han Jiangyue, began to fix the workpiece on the milling machine, then installed the milling cutter and positioned it, and then began cutting. The milling cutter creaked and collided with the round steel, cutting pieces of chips on the surface of the round steel, which looked quite dazzling. However, if you look at the expressions of the workers who came up to watch, you will know what the operation was going on.

"Is this the level of a fourth-level worker in your factory?"

Han Jiangyue stood beside her hands holding her hands for a while, and asked the workers around her with a sneer.

"Well..."

Everyone was speechless, damn it, this was too embarrassing. The workpiece was not installed flat, the milling cutter was not aligned, the cutting depth was not set well, and the cutting depth was not set at the beginning. It was too deep, so the keyway milling cutter was not broken. The speed of the inlet was fast and slow, and the sound sounded intermittent, like an old man who had asthma. If you were just two weeks after an apprentice, you could barely accept it. It was said that this was the level of a fourth-level milling worker in Yuzhong, which really made the faces of more than 10,000 people lose all their faces.

"How about it, milling!"

Cao Changsheng himself did not feel ashamed at all. He controlled the milling cutter and cut it back and forth several times. Seeing that a keyway on the round steel had been formed, he ended the operation, pointed at the workpiece with his finger and said to Han Jiangyue: "Mr. Han, look, is this what you said? My old Cao's skills are not blown. Just one keyway can be milled out even with my eyes closed."

Han Jiangyue smiled faintly, walked forward, made a gesture to signal Cao Changsheng to give up his position. Cao Changsheng was puzzled and gave in a step to the side. Han Jiangyue picked up a wrench, quickly released the vise on the machine tool, and adjusted the round steel to an angle. Then, before everyone could react, she had already started the milling machine, and the milling cutter rotated and cut a shallow groove on the round steel. The squeaking sounded so smooth, like a cheerful music.
Chapter completed!