The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 279 The department is extremely popular, and people are flocking to it.

The leader's reply is a response, not a formal approval document.

Qian Jin has a lot of work to do before he can officially start the training school, and he needs to visit many organizations.

This is not a task that can be completed in a few days; it may even take several weeks to finish.

But it's okay, Qian Jin has the time and energy to handle this.

January 30th, the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, was a beautiful, sunny day.

Qian Jin left for work early in the morning, his motorcycle speeding towards the rising sun, riding out in a good mood.

However, the wind was still very strong.

Upon arriving at the office, which is very close to the sea, the wind picked up even more, its sharp whistling echoing through the corridors of the headquarters' side building.

The foreign business office staff who had already arrived at work greeted him one by one:

Good morning, Director Qian.

"Director Qian, have you eaten? How about two fried dough sticks?"

"Director Qian, please come and sit in our main office. We just mopped the floor in your office, and it's still wet..."

Qian Jin nodded in response to his subordinates' greetings.

He walked around the large office, when a staff member from the administration department came to him: "Xiao Li, where is your director?"

Qian Jin was not arrogant; when he heard someone was looking for him, he poked his head out and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The staff member said respectfully, "Good morning, Director Qian. Our Director Li would like to ask you to come over. He said that the National Service Corporation has issued a new notice to your unit, which you need to sign and collect in person."

Qian Jin nodded and went downstairs.

What instructions have been given from headquarters?

Li Zhenguo, the head of the administrative department, was smoking in the hallway when he saw Qian Jin and waved him over: "Come on, let's go to the typing room on the third floor."

The mimeograph machine in the typing room on the third floor emitted a monotonous and continuous "click-clack" sound early in the morning.

An elderly female worker, wearing reading glasses, was meticulously tapping away at a mechanical lead typewriter on wax paper.

Li Zhenguo said sourly to Qian Jin, "Director Qian, your Foreign Investment Office must be having a good time."

Qian Jin was puzzled: "Section Chief Li, don't joke with me. You know how busy we are. We employees have to work overtime on weekends, and now many employees' families are complaining."

Li Zhenguo scoffed and said, "Is that what you call working overtime? Working overtime to watch a movie?"

He leaned in and winked, "I heard you even got your hands on an American movie? When are you going to organize a viewing for everyone in our department?"

Qian Jin was helpless.

He knew that watching movies in private couldn't be kept secret, which was normal; with so many people around, there would be gossip.

In the past two years, the Foreign Investment Office has added more than a dozen people, bringing the total to sixty or seventy, almost all of whom are passionate young people.

These people's mouths are the most unreliable, looser than their crotches.

Qian Jin recited the explanation he had prepared earlier: "We did go to see a movie, but it was to learn a foreign language."

"If you don't believe me, ask Wei She. Our department has assessments for foreign language proficiency, with a small test every month and a big test every quarter!"

Li Zhenguo said sullenly, "You little rascal, of course I can't ask Wei She—no, I believe you, but the comrades in our department also want to learn foreign languages."

Qian Jin said, "If they are willing to participate in our department's assessment, then we welcome them to watch a movie together and study together."

These words left Li Zhenguo speechless.

Not wanting to offend him, Qian Jin further explained, "We really did watch the movie to learn a foreign language, and we even listened to English songs."

"How about I get some English audio tapes to lend to your colleagues in the department?"

"I'm really struggling with the idea of ​​watching a movie together, because we only have one day off a week, Sunday, and we can only dedicate half a day to group language study at most..."

"Hey, you guys don't only have Sundays as your days off." Li Zhenguo said somewhat irritably, picking up the wax paper next to the typewriter and handing it to him.

Qian Jin was wondering why he would say that, but then he took a look:
"Notice from the Haibin City Supply and Marketing Service General Cooperative Regarding the Forwarding of the State Service General Cooperative's 'Decision on Revising the Regulations of Supply and Marketing Service Cooperatives on Working Hours for Employees in Foreign-Related Positions' (Order No. 14 of 1980)"...

A series of large Song typeface characters were arranged densely.

The red seal was already affixed, and the words "Document of Haibin City Supply and Marketing Service General Cooperative" were bright and eye-catching.

Qian Jin scanned the text down in three lines at a glance.

As he swept, he began to gasp in shock.

His keen sense of smell told him that the odor of ink and wax paper heated by the high-temperature printing rollers had become stronger in the air.

His clear intuition told him that once this document was issued, the atmosphere within the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives would become more intense towards foreign businesses.

One by one, the notices were mimeographed.

Then they wait for the clerks or waiters from various departments to come and collect the materials before they are taken away.

Qian Jin signed for Li Zhenguo, took the original copy of the notice from his department, and brought back a few mimeographed copies along the way.

The employees, who were engrossed in working on the English words in the foreign trade commodity catalogs, all looked up at him eagerly when they saw him return with the documents.

Qian Jin was taken aback: "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Li Xiang deliberately lowered her voice but still couldn't hide her excitement: "Director, Director, has document number 14 arrived from above?"

Qian Jin was quite surprised: "You guys are so well-informed?"

He only found out what was going on after reading the notice.

Someone pointed to the next room: "Deputy Director Sun just received a call from a department in the provincial capital. They've already distributed this document to every employee!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin realized there was no need for him to make a formal announcement.

Given the gossip-loving nature of his men, the rumors must have spread far and wide.

So he handed the mimeograph to Li Xiang: "Here, take a look for yourself."

A group of people suddenly swarmed around.

Li Xiang carefully placed the documents on the desk.

She spread it out like a treasure, pointing excitedly and happily to the key phrases on it, saying, "It's really true, everyone, look, look here!"

"Saturdays and Sundays are statutory rest days! 8 hours of work per day, 40 hours per week!"

Immediately, cheers erupted.

More people crowded around, saying, "Let me see, let me see."

The tall Zhang Haiyang grabbed a mimeographed document and shouted, "Director Qian is here, what are you all yelling about? What kind of behavior is this? Come on, let me read it to you..."

The subject of this document is very simple.

The All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives issued an instruction requiring its departments or staff working in foreign affairs to implement a two-day weekend system in order to align with relevant international organizations and to demonstrate human rights practices to the outside world. The instruction also specified that "employees should work 8 hours a day and 40 hours a week."

Today, government agencies and organizations across society uphold the "revolution plus hard work" work atmosphere established after the founding of the People's Republic of China, with only one day off per week. However, many factories, in order to meet work deadlines, cannot even guarantee one day off per week.

The fact that these surgical departments in the Foreign Business Office have been changed to close only two days a week is naturally exciting.

Qian Jin thought to himself, no wonder people before the 1990s were willing to work in supply and marketing cooperatives; it turns out the benefits there were so good.

As far as he knew, the country seemed to have changed to a two-day weekend system after joining the WTO.

Of course, that's how it was changed, but in practice, it's not like that at all.

Until he transmigrated, there were still many companies and factories in society that did not implement the weekend two-day work system.

"Alright, the documents are here. Post them in the display case, and then get back to what you were doing." Qian Jin suppressed his turbulent emotions and tried his best to maintain his usual composure.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.

Upon hearing this, a group of people from the foreign business office rushed over, but they were still winking and flirting with each other.

Qian Jin chuckled: "Do you think the government gives us two days off a week for no reason? Is it to prevent you from overworking yourselves and ruining your health?"

"No, it's so you have more time to study!"

"From now on, the exams will be changed to a small test every two weeks and a big test every month! You all know the evaluation system. Those who fail consecutively will have to be transferred to other departments. I'm telling you this upfront, so don't come crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide when we try to transfer you later!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's joy turned into a chilling and clear feeling.

This is infuriating!
Deputy Director Cheng Xia had already learned about the notice by phone. He walked out of the office carrying a thermos, humming "Sweet Honey," with his feet turned out in a smug way and a smug look on his face.

Then he noticed that a group of people in the large office were looking at him strangely.

some--

Why does it also sound like sympathy?
He grabbed one of them and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what's with all those looks and expressions? What's wrong? Have the Japanese invaded China again?"

Xiao Zhao said with a wry smile, "If the Japanese devils really invade China, we should laugh out loud. We'll go to the battlefield together and take back the blood debt they owe us, with interest."

"What exactly happened?" Cheng Xia didn't dare to be smug anymore.

Xiao Zhao told Qian Jin about his plans for Saturday and Sunday.

The thermos in Cheng Xia's hand crashed to the ground with a 'clatter'.

His eyes widened instantly...

In fact, the job transfer only applies to ordinary employees; those in management positions, such as him and Sun Jian, will not be affected.

The problem is that they all have to take the assessment, and their results will be shown on the report card.

Even if he, as a deputy director, doesn't meet the performance evaluation standards, he'll still feel bad even if he's not transferred.

How embarrassing!

Even for a demobilized soldier like Cheng Xia, it would be better to be transferred to another position than to have his performance in the worst possible assessment. It would be even more shameful to stay in the foreign business office instead of being transferred!
He rushed to find Qian Jin, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Director Qian, is it really that bad? We're here to work, not to study. You have to give us a way to survive!"

Qian Jin handed him a cigarette: "Old Cheng, what's wrong with you? Are you short-sighted too? They don't understand my intentions in making these arrangements, and don't you understand them either?"

Cheng Xia was stunned: "Huh?"

Qian Jin sighed: "I personally went to Li Zhenguo to get the notice today, and Section Chief Li was extremely sarcastic to my face. You understand now?"

There's no need to explain it too clearly.

Cheng Xia already understood.

And he quickly realized that Qian Jin was right to do so, and that it was necessary!

As soon as each department received the notice, the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives became bustling with activity.

Cheng Xia still had to fetch water.

He went to the boiler room of the logistics department with Wang Fugui from the department.

As soon as they entered the boiler room, they ran into Li Tieshan, an employee of the political work department. Li Tieshan and Wang Fugui were buddies.

He grabbed Wang Fugui by the neck with his arm and shouted, "You guys are on Saturday? Huh? Rest?! Wang Fugui!"

"Listen up, you little brat, you're off on Saturday? Perfect! The roof of the shed we built in my yard got damaged by the heavy snow a few days ago. You'd better go and fix it for my parents this Saturday, you hear me? You're not getting away with this!"

The sound was deafeningly loud.

The sourness in his tone could almost neutralize the fresh whitewash on the boiler room walls.

Wang Fugui said helplessly, "My goodness, do you think we really get a break on Saturdays and Sundays? Or that we're just sleeping in at home?"

"What a load of bull! Our department needs to learn a foreign language! We have to take exams! Anyone who fails the exams repeatedly will be reassigned!"

"Stop yelling at me! Ugh, I'm so worried. You work in the political work department, can you help me think of a solution? If I don't pass my performance review, can you talk to the supervisor and ask for a transfer to a better department?"

Li Tieshan stared at him wide-eyed: "Really?"

Wang Fugui pushed him away impatiently: "A small test every two weeks, a big test every month!"

"Test your foreign language skills! Test your customs declaration procedures! Test your business etiquette!"

"If you don't believe me, ask our deputy director. Isn't our Deputy Director Cheng right here in front of you?"

Cheng Xia went to fetch water with a gloomy face.

While the hot water was being poured into the thermos, he lit a cigarette and looked at the stove fire.

The firelight illuminated the sorrow on his face.

The bitterness in Li Tieshan's heart gradually subsided, and a look of sympathy appeared on his face: "How pitiful..."

Qian Jin made this performance evaluation arrangement so that employees would have something to say to others, making it seem like their department was having a tough time.

However, this didn't work.

To outsiders, especially those unaware of the intense academic and work pressures within the Foreign Trade Office, they simply believe that the office offers good benefits and provides opportunities to work with foreigners and goods, making it a perfect place to work.

Now that the foreign business office has changed from a single day off to a two-day day off, that's even better.

As a result, this newly established department, which had been in operation for less than two years, suddenly became the most sought-after location in the entire supply and marketing cooperative building.

The impact of that seemingly insignificant official document was far more overwhelming than imagined, and it manifested itself more concretely in the crowds thronging in front of the doorway.

Qian Jin's little tricks were completely useless!
On the very second day of work, Sister Zhang from the finance department strolled in carrying an enamel water cup.

"Oh dear, Director Qian, are you busy?" She smiled brightly, dragging over a wooden chair and sitting down opposite Qian Jin's desk. "Have some water and take a break!"

Qian Jin had no choice but to close the file.

This document is quite important. Yang Dagang had someone deliver it to him early this morning. It turns out that Hayes' side is going to sue Kawasaki Heavy Industries in the International Court of Justice in February, and they, as the plaintiff, will have to send someone to appear in court.

Logically, Yang Dagang should have appeared in court, but Qian Jin was the one who organized this event.

Yang Dagang felt he didn't know the inside story and was afraid that taking action would cause problems or even have the opposite effect.

Therefore, he hopes Qian Jin can appear in court. This matter cannot be known to people in his workplace, since it concerns someone else's company.

Qian Jin then offered Sister Zhang some candy.

This older woman is a nice person. She's always smiling, speaks softly and warmly, and is very popular.

In addition, the older sister is a well-known matchmaker in the company. Many department leaders are very polite to her because they rely on her to help introduce potential partners to the younger colleagues in their departments.

Sister Zhang ate a piece of Russian milk candy, winked at him, and said, "Oh my, that's why everyone says foreign businesses have it so easy. This milk candy is really sweet."

Qian Jin smiled wryly: "Sister Zhang, you only see the thief eating meat but not the thief getting beaten. Our department is under a lot of pressure."

"Is the work stressful? Is the work tiring?" Sister Zhang asked with concern.

Qian Jin nodded.

Sister Zhang patted his arm: "There are too few young women in your department. As the saying goes, men and women working together makes the work less tiring."

"You know, that girl from our department, Liu, she just graduated from the English program at a teacher's college, and she's really good! She's a young lady, she can write and do math, and she's stylish, she's perfect for your foreign business office..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Jiqing, the head of the security department, practically burst in at the last second.

The person across the hall knocked on the door, looked inside, and laughed, "Oh, Director Qian, do you have a distinguished guest here?"

Qian Jin said, "Yes, Sister Zhang sees that there are many young men in our department, so she wants to introduce a nice girl to us."

He gave a vague response, which could be considered as playing the tai chi game.

This might lead people to mistakenly believe that Sister Zhang is there to introduce potential partners to the male employees of the foreign business office, given that she is a well-known matchmaker.

The security department has the most monks in the entire unit.

Song Jiqing got excited: "Hey, hey, Sister Zhang, what's wrong with you? You've got a nice girl in your hands, why aren't you introducing her to our security department?"

“I’ve been asking you to introduce potential partners to our young men since last year, but you always say there aren’t any suitable ones. What’s going on, Sister Zhang? Do you look down on our security department?”

Sister Zhang knew that Song Jiqing was a muddle-headed person, and that it was impossible to reason with him.

Moreover, it wouldn't sound good if word got out that she was using connections to get people in private, so she glared at Song Jiqing and said, "Young lady, you're so delicate, you can't withstand the torment of those big men in your security department."

Song Jiqing habitually gave a rough smile: "Don't say that, the colleagues in our department are all very gentle in their daily lives."

Sister Zhang fled in panic.

She was afraid that if she didn't run away soon, Zhou Jiqing would catch her and put her in a security department to be paired up with.

After all, she was a widow.

Song Jiqing watched her sway her large hips as she left, his eyes filled with longing: "Tsk, Sister Zhang, how come you're getting more and more voluptuous? You've got a real charm."

Qian Jin was stunned.

Although we have reformed and opened up now, and social customs have gradually become more open, it's still not appropriate to discuss female colleagues like this in the workplace, right?

Besides, you're really hungry, you'll eat anything!

Song Jiqing realized what he had said and scratched his head: "Damn it, I was just talking nonsense, cough cough."

He quickly changed the subject and got straight to the point: "Director Qian, I heard that your Foreign Investment Office is short-staffed?"

“Enough!” Qian Jin said decisively.

But this tactic is useless against someone as shameless as Song Ki-cheong.

He continued, "I have an old comrade-in-arms whose son is transferring out of the army this year. He's a real expert, with a solid political background check, and comes from three generations of poor farmers..."

Qian Jin didn't need to put much thought into his conversation; he simply asked, "How's your foreign language?"

"Although his foreign language skills are still a bit lacking, he learns quickly! A red heart, loyalty and reliability, that's the most fundamental thing!" He leaned forward enthusiastically, still carrying the chill from his recent trip outside.

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Everyone here has a red heart, and everyone is loyal and reliable."

"Most importantly, our department is really well-staffed—almost seventy people, we're redundant!"

Song Jiqing pleaded with Qian Jin to leave the materials so that he could study them.

Qian Jin's research is utter nonsense.

Wang Zhongqiang, the deputy director of the logistics office who is in charge of warehouse management, also came that morning.

Qian Jin had asked Wang Zhongqiang for a favor last September; it was Wang Zhongqiang who approved the factory building for their garment factory.

Seeing Wang Zhongqiang come to his door made him feel very troubled.

When my older brother came to you for a favor, he brought you a Panasonic RX-5030F single-cassette recorder, as well as a lot of foreign candies and snacks.

Now you come to me for a favor and you come empty-handed?
Unfortunately, I came empty-handed!
Qian Jin really hoped that he would bring something with him, so that he could send him away on the grounds that he couldn't accept gifts.

Wang Zhongqiang came here naturally to arrange manpower.

Qian Jin managed to get through it by talking to him, but in the following two days, other leading cadres came to see him.

Without exception, these people all greeted each other with smiles and made warm-up remarks about caring about the work before entering, but their eyes were all fixed intently on the "privileges" granted to the foreign business office by the official document.

The "nephew," "niece," "comrade's child," "neighbor's daughter" they mentioned...

Each individual figure and their relationship weighed heavily on Qian Jin's desk.

The office was bustling with activity, turning into a makeshift meeting room. The noise was so intense that Qian Jin couldn't even focus on checking the English figures on a foreign company's inquiry form.

Sun Jian, the dignified deputy director, became a temporary tea server and firefighter, constantly pouring water, moving chairs, and smiling obsequiously, his forehead sweating profusely from the busy work.

Even more troublesome characters are yet to come.

After the leaders and cadres of our unit had visited, the news of the foreign businessmen's two-day weekend was also spread.

Then, the phone on Qian Jin's desk started ringing, and each time he answered, the person on the other end would introduce themselves in a way that made his heart skip a beat:

"Comrade Qian Jin? This is Lao Sun..."

This is Deputy Director Sun, who is in charge of personnel at the municipal cooperative. His voice is not loud, but it carries a lot of weight.

"It's just a small amount of money? Come to our company for a meeting sometime. We can have a symposium with worker representatives before the New Year..."

This is the former chairman of the municipal social workers' union; I guess he wants to place worker representatives in the foreign business office.

"Comrade Qian Jin? I am Li Weimin."

This is Li Weimin, the top leader in charge of education at the municipal government...

Qian Jin was greatly alarmed.

Long live!
Is Li Weimin also going to place people in the foreign business office?

He can't avoid it now, because he needs Li Weimin's approval to set up a training school.

After realizing what had happened, Qian Jin felt his breath catch for a moment. He instinctively straightened his back and gripped the receiver tightly: "Director Li, this is Qian Jin. Please speak!"

The receiver carried Director Li's gentle yet approving voice: "I have good news for you. The city leaders presented your report at the provincial meeting today."

"After listening to the oral report, the provincial leaders took the report you gave me. They believed that under the current new situation of reform and opening up and vigorous economic development, the short-term technical training you proposed, which is geared towards society, especially rural areas and grassroots enterprises, and focuses on imparting practical skills, is in the right direction and is a beneficial exploration and educational supplement!"

Qian Jin felt a surge of scalding heat rush from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head, instantly dispelling the chill that surrounded him.

Was Director Li making the call to insert someone into the Foreign Business Office?
Think about it.

What level of leadership does he/she hold?

It's just a tiny foreign office; they don't even give it a second glance.

After all, the city has plenty of external-facing units now, so the Foreign Business Office of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative is not the best choice.

"Now you can relax and do your job well. The provincial leaders have agreed in principle to your trial operation of such a training institution!" Li Weimin's voice came clearly, like heavenly music.

"However, you must strictly abide by the red lines I mentioned before. Don't blame me for nagging, but this is the first time since the founding of the People's Republic of China that something has happened in our Haibin City. You have to make a good start for me, and you can't let it become a dud!"

Qian Jin stood at attention and saluted: "Please rest assured, leader, I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

“I keep the red lines firmly in mind. First, the nature of the education must be non-academic education, and only ‘training completion certificates’ can be issued. Graduation certificates must never be issued.”

"Secondly, the training content is strictly limited to practical skills and must not include ideological courses..."

He repeated it completely, and then added several more recently added restrictions.

Li Weimin laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Good, good, good, it seems you really took this matter to heart."

"Then go ahead and do it with confidence. I'll have someone deliver the paperwork to you, and then you can go to whichever unit you need to go to, and try to get the training institution up and running in our city as soon as possible."

Qian Jin said loudly, "Thank you, leaders! Thank you, Director Li! Thank you for the trust and support the organization has given us!"

"We will certainly live up to this trust and run this training school well, so as to cultivate talents for rural reform and the development of township enterprises in a practical way!"

After hanging up the phone, Qian Jin stood there for a full half minute.

What a great leader!

Then another call came in, and he answered it happily. He heard someone on the other end say:
"Director Qian, let me recommend someone to you, a promising young talent who speaks several foreign languages. Isn't your Foreign Investment Office currently short-staffed? This would definitely be beneficial to your work..."

Qian Jin stared into the phone, feeling utterly hopeless once again.

Faced with this situation, he could only give a vague answer: "Ah, yes, yes, Deputy Director Sun, please say..."

"Yes, yes, the Foreign Investment Office has a heavy responsibility, and manpower is key... The specific policies are still waiting for clarification from higher authorities... We will definitely strictly control the process..."

After hanging up the phone, he stared at the English documents spread out on the table but couldn't concentrate on a single word for a long time.

Finally, he stood up helplessly, locked all the materials on the table into the metal cabinet, took out his notebook, took a deep breath, and began writing.

Preliminary ideas and threshold requirements for the future recruitment and assessment of personnel in foreign business offices.

He had started preparing this material a while ago, but it was only a draft.

Today he provided more details, and then went to find Wei Bin.

In the president's office, Wei Bin was engrossed in reviewing documents behind his large, dark brown desk.

These past two years have flown by. The big boss has started to get gray hairs and has to wear wide-rimmed black reading glasses when he's working. He's already showing signs of aging.

On the table, a pot of clivia is growing lushly, and next to it is a thick stack of documents awaiting approval.

Qian Jin knocked and entered. Wei Bin looked up and waved, "Oh, Xiao Qian, you're here? What's up?"

Qian Jin did not sit down immediately.

He placed the document he had brought neatly on the edge of Wei Bin's large, heavy desk near himself and got straight to the point: "Director Wei, our foreign business office is facing a major personnel problem, and we really can't hold on any longer."

"Just because of the two-day work week, people from all over have come to plead for favors and make recommendations. It's impossible to lead the team or do any work like this."

Wei Bin lit a cigarette and smiled, "So what do you mean?"

The top leader is used to this kind of thing.

The supply and marketing cooperative is a good organization in society; every year, countless people try to get people into it.

Qian Jin cut to the chase without mincing words, “I have prepared a draft of the charter regarding the recruitment standards for foreign business office personnel. Please take a look.”

Wei Bin raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He put down the fountain pen stained with red ink, picked up the few pages of paper, and began to read them slowly and deliberately.

The room was quiet, with only the regular ticking of the clock and the soft sound of Wei Bin's fingertips lightly gliding across the paper.

This draft is extremely detailed:

The first requirement is a hard and fast rule – language proficiency: “Proficiency in one or more effective foreign languages ​​(English/French/Russian/Japanese) is required, along with the ability to engage in fluent business conversations, write letters, and read documents. This must be confirmed through professional written and oral examinations.”

Following this is the relevant requirement: "Those who have or can prove their experience in foreign trade or international business communication will be given priority."

Below are a whole bunch of thresholds.

The final point is: "All candidates to be hired must be independently assessed by the head of the Foreign Investment Office in conjunction with the Human Resources Department, according to the above standards. Those who fail to meet the standards will not be hired. Any form of special treatment or non-professional considerations will be strictly prohibited."

Qian Jin stood straight in front of the desk, looking calmly at Wei Bin, waiting for his answer.

Time passed by second by second.

Wei Bin read it very carefully, savoring each word.

He picked up the red and blue pencils on the table, seemingly wanting to change something, hovered them in mid-air for a moment, and then gently put them down.

Finally, he took off his reading glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and looked up at Qian Jin: "Hmm, you're quite a skilled writer. These requirements hit the nail on the head; they're very practical and necessary!"

"Our Foreign Investment Office is not a shelter, a nursing home, or a place for some family's children to gain prestige. It is a window for our supply and marketing cooperative to open its eyes to the world, and the glass of this window must be kept sparkling clean!"

He stood up, slammed his hands on the table, and made the final decision:
"Let's proceed according to your principle. You'll be in charge of setting the entry requirements for foreign businesses, and you'll personally oversee the performance evaluation. Everyone who comes in and stays must be thoroughly evaluated!"

"If anyone tries to contact me again, tell them to come directly to me and say that it's a rule I, Wei Bin, set!"

Wei Bin's words were impactful and carried the authority of someone who had long held a high position. They instantly instilled great confidence in Qian Jin and almost completely dispelled any remaining concerns he might have had.

Long live the leader!

Qian Jin's nerves, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed a bit.

Okay, things will be a bit easier from now on.

This way, he will have the energy to set up a training institution.

Wei Bin leaned back in his large black leather chair, took out a folded file from a kraft paper envelope with "Haibin City Supply and Marketing Service General Cooperative" printed on it, and gently pushed it in front of Qian Jin.

“However,” the leader said casually, with a smile on his face.

"My older brother's son is this Wei Xiaobo."

He pointed to the file with his finger: "He's graduating from the provincial business school this year. He's young, so he's inexperienced, but he's quite clever and quick-witted."

"English... well, he did graduate from a business school and studied it properly for two years, so what I mean is, you should take a look at his file first."

(End of this chapter)