Before Qian Zhiming could finish his speech, a noise had already sounded below.

Ordinary state-owned enterprises in this era do not have so many twists and turns, and most of them should regard the enterprise as a home.

The factory is their glory and their pride.

Of course, there are always lazy people at home and ignorant people.

The factory is sold, which is like a broken home.

The iron rice bowl is gone and the family is gone. Therefore, even if there is no conflict of interest, most of the people present are resistant to He Wentao.

On the rostrum, He Wentao did not rush to speak.

His eyes glanced at the audience, and he spoke slowly until everyone was quiet.

"The Qian Office has introduced me just now, so I won't introduce myself. Who is the Finance Section Chief? Come out and I'll get to know you."

He Wentao's reversal caught people off guard.

Don’t you have any blood and no emotions?

As employees who have worked hard and made great contributions, you, a private boss, will you first confirm our past glory?

On the side, Qian Zhiming felt that He Wentao did something wrong.

Yang Bao stood up nervously and was confused.

"Hello, Director He, I am Yang Bao, the head of the Finance Section."

"Well, Hello, Chief Yang, how much funds are there in the factory's account now? How many loans have expired in the past three months?"

"Ah? Director He, I have to check it..."

"No need to check it, just go to the Personnel Department to go through the resignation procedures. Don't worry, you won't owe you a salary."

Yang Bao was stunned.

Some people were stunned at the scene, but more were delighted.

As Ma Desheng’s hardcore confidant, this bastard Yang Bao is a disaster!

Looking at the gloating eyes of everyone, Yang Bao finally realized.

"You...why are you firing me?"

"I'm the boss, do you need a reason to fire you?"

"I……"

"Get out! Damn, a finance chief, doesn't even know how much money there is in the account. Are you consuming shit? Get out!"

"Okay! The surname He, you can wait!"

Yang Bao left gritted his teeth, and he could still hear his swearing outside.

He Wentao sneered and asked again: "Who is the security section chief?"

Off the stage, Meng Dazhong trembled for a moment.

Not only Meng Dazhong, but the few people next to him trembled almost at the same time.

"He...He Director, I am..."

“No need to introduce it.”

He Wentao waved his hand and said, "Take your subordinates out together and go through the resignation procedures yourself. I don't need to tell the reason, right?"

Meng Dazhong also wanted to refute.

But when he saw He Wentao's smiling eyes, he suddenly became timid.

"I... let's go!"

Four or five people hesitated for a moment and followed.

And a few people sat there safely.

He Wentao pointed to those people and smiled and said, "You guys, do you want me to invite you out?"

Several people left in disgrace.

It was not until a few people went out that He Wentao asked with a smile: "Please guess why I fired them?"

Some people shook their heads, and some people were talking and talking.

He Wentaoque shook his head and said, "Do you know? About ten days ago, I had a meal with Qian Chu, and met Ma Desheng, and there was a verbal conflict. Not long after I left the hotel, I was attacked by a group of people. Do you know who was attacking me?"

Everyone immediately reacted.

But I don't find it strange.

"From everyone's eyes, I guessed it, it was the group of people just now."

He Wentao said, slapped the table in front of him and said angrily: "Are they employees of state-owned enterprises or Ma Desheng's private thugs? Ah?"

"A finance chief doesn't even know the working capital in the factory account. A group of garment factory security department employees and formal employees of state-owned enterprises went out to fight for the factory director in the middle of the night. A factory director was so difficult that he couldn't pay his salary, and he was eating and drinking. The first time I heard it! You said, can the clothing factory have such a group of goods, be fine?"

"The clothing factory has been a glorious enterprise to now and has to sell it to me. It's all the fucking Rama Desheng and this bunch of scum!"

The atmosphere at the scene has become serious.

Many employees who have feelings for clothing factories have looked indignant.

What He Wentao scolded was actually what many people wanted to scold in their hearts, and even in private.

But in front of hundreds of people, I have to say that it was very satisfying, and it was cursed to them.

"I'll ask everyone a word, drive away the scum and the borers, can the factory get better?"

No one answered.

Some people hesitated, and only a few nodded.

He Wentao asked again: "I'll ask you one more thing, if I invest another one million yuan, can the factory get better?"

"able!"

Someone responded loudly.

He Wentao looked up and saw a young man responding with a serious expression.

Seeing He Wentao's opinion, he couldn't help but shrink his head.

He Wentao smiled and asked, "What's your name? What department is it from?"

The young man stood up anxiously and replied, "Hello, factory manager, I am Su Tao, the design assistant of the design department."

"Design Assistant? Are the products in the warehouse designed by you?"

"No, the factory manager."

Su Tao quickly shook his head and said, "I suggest designing based on market changes, but... but we are state-owned enterprises, we must develop steadily and not make progress, so..."

"Haha, how much face will you give to your superiors?"

He Wentao smiled and asked, "Who is the design section chief?"

A bald middle-aged man stood up nervously: "Mr. He, I am Liu Shuping, the design chief, I..."

As he spoke, sweat began to appear on his head.

He Wentao interrupted him bluntly: "Do you think you should be more secure?"

"No, no, it's Director Ma... No, Ma Desheng said..."

"Well, okay, Su Tao, you are the design section chief. Liu Shuping, you are the design assistant for the time being, have no objection?"

He Wentao was too lazy to investigate whether it was Ma Desheng's statement or whether he deliberately pushed the blame to Ma Desheng.

Since you are the design section chief, you can’t make up your mind at your job, what’s the point of using it?

"No...no comment."

Liu Shuping wanted to leave, but he had a task.

He Wentao's eyes glanced at the audience and spoke again.

"I'll ask you one more thing, if I have contacted the sales channel, can the factory get better?"

"able!"

"It must be!"

"Manager, it's OK!"

Before He Wentao finished speaking, many people at the scene rushed to answer.

Part of it is He Wentao's words, which allows them to see hope.

Part of this is because of Su Tao's promotion.

You can get promoted by rushing to answer!

However, what disappointed the latter part of the people was that He Wentao did not name the name or promoted him.

He Wentao smiled slightly and said, "Everyone knows that the clothing factory is insolvent, but I still bought it. No, to be precise, I snatched it from Ma Desheng and Ma Deping! Not only that, I also promised not to cut the positions, and would recruit another thousand people within half a year, otherwise the factory will be returned to the city for free!"

"Why do I do this? Why do I promise? I will spend two million to buy a factory for half a year and give it to the city? How much money is so great? No! Because, I believe that the employees in the factory are precious wealth, but they just meet blind management. Because, I believe that the factory will not only get better in my hands, but will also regain the glory of the past! I am very confident. I dare to bet. Everyone here, do you dare to bet? Do you have confidence?"

Looking at the excited employees in the audience, Qian Zhiming had to admit that He Wentao was very good at inciting emotions.
Chapter completed!