Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers

on Monday!

The streets in the early morning are simply a sea of ​​bicycles.

Whenever the traffic light changes at an intersection, countless bicycles rush and rush like they are participating in a race, forming black rivers that fill the streets and alleys.

Zhang Jiaqiang and his wife were also trapped in it, riding hard towards an unknown destiny.

A wrought iron door on the roadside ahead opened wide, revealing a dark entrance to the factory. The black Song-style characters of Luonan City Plastic No. [-] on the white-painted wooden sign were somewhat unclear.

The workers on bicycles got off the door and switched to carts to move forward slowly, and then one by one they were mercilessly devoured by the beast's mouth-like door.

Although he had been here countless times in his previous life, Zhang Jiaqiang still felt very depressed.

Walking under the sky that is squeezed into a line by the tall wall, I always feel like I am being stretched and squashed, as if I can never come out after entering.

Because he knew what was going to happen today, Zhang Jiaqiang deliberately walked the slowest. After he and Ye Xiumei walked through the narrow passage, the loudspeaker in the factory happened to start broadcasting.

"A special meeting will be held in half an hour. Comrades whose names have been heard, please go to the large conference room to participate in the meeting. Zhao Xiaoyong, Wang Haitao...Zhang Jiaqiang..."

History has not changed. Zhang Jiaqiang is both happy and angry. An unknown fire is brewing.

"What kind of meeting are you having?" Ye Xiumei asked worriedly.

Zhang Jiaqiang pretended to be confused, "Who knows, maybe I'll give you a salary increase, go to your class, we'll talk at noon!"

After coaxing Ye Xiumei away, Zhang Jiaqiang and hundreds of workers whose names were called walked away.

There are only three or five tables in the large conference room that can accommodate the entire factory staff for meetings.

The factory director, deputy factory director, and several directors were sitting on a high platform in front of them, but these employees who had been called to the meeting stood like scarecrows below, looking up at the leaders announcing their fate.

Through Ru Lin's navy blue overalls, Zhang Jiaqiang could clearly see every expression of the factory leaders in Taiwan, but he didn't listen to a word they said because he already knew the result.

At this time, someone gently pulled his sleeve and stuffed something warm into his hand.

Zhang Jiaqiang turned around and saw a young and honest smiling face. It was Guo Xiaonian, a colleague who entered the factory in the same batch.

This man was honest and kind to him.

Even when others bullied him as a fool, Guo Xiaonian still took good care of him.

"Eat, your eldest nephew's full-moon eggs, one for you and your younger siblings!"

When Zhang Jiaqiang saw what was handed over, he saw that it was indeed two bright red hot eggs wrapped in a plastic bag. He felt warm in his heart and smiled at him.

The leader on the stage was still eloquent, but suddenly an old employee with gray hair who was over fifty years old burst into tears.

"I entered the factory at the age of [-] and worked as a fitter for half my life. I was awarded the advanced model worker title in the factory and won an award from the city. Now I am laid off. How will I support my family after being laid off?"

With a pop, an aunt knelt on the ground, "I have an old man and a young man, and my wife is not in good health and is taking medicine. How can I live with this!"

The crowd was angry and loud!

On the high platform, Director Yin tapped the microphone lightly, and a burst of electricity drowned out the workers' discussions.

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet. This is also a response optimization combination. We eliminate the weak and retain the strong, and compete for positions. If you are not capable, you will be eliminated sooner or later. Learn the lessons from this time and perform well in the future units. Besides, It’s not like the factory doesn’t care about you anymore, there will be compensation for being laid off!”

Director Yin picked up the high-end hotel porcelain tea cup on the table, took a sip, turned his head and spit out the tea leaves, shook his two fingers and said.

"It's 2 yuan per person. With these compensations, you can choose to work elsewhere or do some business. You have a lot more room for independence. I envy you. Now, everyone will go to the finance department to register your address and bankbook. Account number, and then sign to terminate the contract. Don’t wait until it’s overdue, hurry up!”

For an ordinary worker in this era, 2 yuan is nearly five years’ salary.

Once you have so much money, you can start a small business, or save money and continue working, and you can survive.

Suddenly there was silence below, everyone was eagerly waiting for the factory director to announce the adjournment of the meeting.

Director Yin looked around and asked in a long voice, "Don't you have anything else to do? If you don't have anything else to do, let's break up the meeting and hurry up and sign to terminate the contract!"

"Wait, I have something to do!"

Factory Director Yin craned his neck and took a look. He turned out to be an ordinary employee. What was he going to do at this juncture?

But he couldn't stop the other person's mouth, so he had to nod and let him speak.

"He's a fool, what does he want to do?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, I'm not really stupid!"

Zhang Jiaqiang just ignored it and said loudly.

"I would like to ask, when can I get the 2 yuan?"

This sentence seemed to drop a pebble in a stagnant pool, causing a wave of waves.

"That's right. If things like wages are delayed again and again, we won't all starve to death!"

"That's a good question, idiot. Let them promise a good time, or we can go to the city to file a complaint!"

The faces of all the factory leaders on the stage instantly dropped.

Director Yin's cheeks, which were even more delicate than those of a young girl, suddenly became wrinkled, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"You don't know how to calculate accounts, let me calculate it for you. 2 yuan per person, and you more than 100 laid-off workers, that's more than 200 million!

How can our factory come up with so much money at once, and we can’t buy raw materials, and we can’t pay wages!

Everyone is considerate and considerate of each other. After all, you have worked hard for this factory for decades, so you still have feelings!

I promise to deposit all the money into your bankbook in batches within a year. That’s all right! "

Several other factory leaders immediately joined in, "Director Yin has promised it, don't you still believe it?"

"Yes, although the money is a lot, it belongs to the public. Of course, our factory leaders can't default on it, right? Isn't this offending people? You should carry forward the spirit of sacrificing the small for the greater!"

The laid-off workers looked at each other for a while. They really couldn't believe these red lips and white teeth, but so what if they didn't believe it, so they had no choice but to bow their heads and admit it silently, and they were all ready to sign to terminate the labor contract!

However, Zhang Jiaqiang knew that the money was not distributed to the workers until the day the factory closed down.

By the time they couldn't get rid of the blame and wanted to regret it, it was already too late.

Today is your only chance!

Originally, he planned to just ask for the compensation himself, but when he thought that a worker who was as honest and kind as Guo Xiaonian was cheated, he couldn't get over it.

If God allows me to be reborn, is it just to be alone?

No, if I don’t speak for them now, who can stand up for me in the future?

Zhang Jiaqiang separated from the workers blocking the road and slowly walked forward.

Director Yin saw that he had suppressed them, with a trace of pride on his face. Just as he was about to announce the end of the meeting, he heard Zhang Jiaqiang shouting loudly.

"I don't agree. It's empty talk. In order for us to sign and agree to terminate the contract, we must give a written guarantee and specify when the money will be paid. Otherwise, I won't sign this. What about you?"

A few brave ones agreed.

"Yes, I won't sign!"

"I won't sign even if I die!"

"I'm stupid, no, Brother Zhang!"

Although you have many things to do, Director Yin looked calm, but secretly gritted his teeth and hated Zhang Jiaqiang.

The deputy director said, "Who is that? You don't trust the leadership or the factory. How many years of compulsory education have taught you so many conspiracy theories?"

The workshop director also said sternly, "Zhang Jiaqiang, you dare to incite your colleagues, which means freedom of speech now, to let you talk nonsense. Ten years ago, just a few words you just said would have been enough to judge you for life!"

Factory Director Yin just made a fool of himself at this moment, "Hey, don't criticize comrades casually. He also has a petty bourgeois mentality. I say Xiao Zhang, you can rest assured. The factory leaders must not cheat you. Everyone go and sign. Haha !”

These honest workers were boiling dumplings in a teapot. They couldn't pour them out. They were speechless. They all looked at Zhang Jiaqiang as if they were looking at a savior.

Zhang Jiaqiang stepped up to the high platform, stared at Director Yin, and said.

"I want to talk to the factory manager alone. Three minutes is enough!"

Director Yin didn't have the patience to grind his teeth with him. He immediately looked away with disdain and asked the security department to drive him out.

Zhang Jiaqiang suddenly took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and slapped them in front of Director Yin.

"I don't have a few days to live, can't I even meet this requirement?"

Director Yin looked down curiously and saw the X-ray diagnosis certificate and medical records. He was stunned.

Several leaders nearby also raised their heads to take a look, and some even exclaimed, "Ah, terminal illness, this one is so young!"

Director Yin originally didn't want to give him any chance, but at this moment, no more accidents could happen, so he could only nod.

"Okay, since you're sick, I'll give you 3 minutes. Let's go to the lounge to chat!"