I can become stronger by paying salaries. I have one billion employees!

Chapter 135 Brother Zhu: Capable! (Seeking monthly ticket)

"Six-hour work system, and adequate overtime pay, Brother Hua, this..."

Zuo Hongyu put down his phone, still looking at Cao Dahua in disbelief.

He felt that Chen Yansen's salary was too high and greatly increased labor costs.

"His Fox Tao has had a six-hour work system since its inception. I originally thought it was because the members were all college students, but now it seems he had this planned all along."

Cao Dahua sat on a chair and spoke in a flat tone.

He has started a business, worked as a factory manager, and received a good education, but he has never thought about changing the working hours and wage system of ordinary workers.

He paid his workers wages based on the market conditions in Shenzhen.

The countless fingers that were crushed on the assembly line didn't bother him much.

At this moment, Cao Dahua suddenly felt guilty. He had lived for decades, but was not as good as a 19-year-old child.

Zhou Jinling's expression in the corner suddenly changed.

When he was a boss, he only thought about creating higher production capacity with the lowest salary.

When a worker made an operational error and had his fingers and arms crushed by the equipment, he cursed and demanded tens of thousands of dollars in compensation, and asked the agency to kick the worker out.

Now that I have become a front-line worker, I realized how cruel the basic salary and overtime rules originally set for the Ouhan mobile phone factory were.

He didn't quite understand Chen Yansen's actions, and even thought he was a little stupid, but he felt warm in his heart.

Maybe the reason why I have nothing today is because I have committed too many sins.

The boy whose two fingers were crushed suddenly appeared in Zhou Jinling's mind. He was less than eighteen years old.

He was about the same age when he came to Shenzhen to make a living. He remembered that he gave the boy 30,000 yuan and kicked him out of the factory overnight.

"He is the boss, so of course we listen to him." Zhang Jing, Ou Hanyuan's human resources manager, shrugged, looking indifferent.

While speaking, he glanced at Zhou Jinling.

She couldn't help but sigh that life is full of ups and downs. Half a year ago, Zhou Jinling was a big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions, but now he can only work as a screwdriver at Orange Technology.

The four of them reached an agreement and started recruiting.

As a human resources manager, Zhang Jing has the contact information of many workers as well as the agents.

She had just contacted a few people when the information that Orange Technology was recruiting workers in Gangcheng spread throughout Huaqiangbei and the entire Zhongsha Village Science and Technology Park.

The basic salary is 1980 yuan, with a 6-hour work system and two days off. For the part exceeding 6 hours, the processing fee is 22.5 yuan per hour on weekdays, 30 yuan per hour on weekends, and 45 yuan per hour on holidays.

Accommodation is included, there is a 300 yuan meal allowance per month, and five insurances and one fund are paid.

As soon as the news came out, more than 90% of the assembly line workers thought it was a scam.

They have worked in Shenzhen for many years and have never seen such recruitment treatment.

Because these days, many factories don’t pay the three insurances and one fund for their workers, let alone the five insurances and one fund.

"Manager Zhang, I heard you joined a new company and that overtime pay is based on labor law. Is that true?"

Colleagues who used to work at Ouhan contacted Zhang Jing one after another to find out whether the news was true or not.

Zhang Jing gave affirmative answers to all the questions. She originally thought that direct recruitment would be troublesome, but she received more than 300 calls without even going to a labor market.

Most of these workers have families with them, including couples, brothers and sisters. They are all skilled workers in Huaqiangbei and are very good at screw driving.

There are assembly, testing, packaging, quality inspection and management personnel.

The next day, a long queue formed at the entrance of the China-Saudi Arabia Science and Technology Park.

There was a huge crowd of people, about two or three hundred in number, pushing suitcases, carrying bedding, and buckets filled with toiletries and mats.

Zhang Jing sat at the entrance of Area A3, with a human resources specialist beside her to assist with information registration. There were also several people in the queue who maintained order. They were all Ouhan's former production manager and workshop director.

"Manager Zhang, can this overtime pay really be paid out?"

A worker who was registering his ID card information was full of suspicion and asked questions repeatedly.

"The boss of Orange Technology is the founder of Fox Tao and is worth over 10 billion. How could he possibly owe you a little overtime pay?"

Zhang Jing curled her lips and retorted unhappily.

She has been working in Huaqiangbei for seven or eight years and knows the temperament of these assembly line workers very well.

If you are gentle, they will dare to press their limits; if you are tough, they will not dare to provoke you.

As expected, when the workers heard Zhang Jing's disgusted tone, they were not angry. Instead, they grinned and said that they had found a magical factory.

As for what Fox Tao was, it didn't matter. They just heard the key sentence: the boss was worth tens of billions and had no shortage of money. "Then can I work 16 hours a day?"

A half-grown boy in the crowd asked. He looked less than 18 years old, but he had worked in a mobile phone factory in Huaqiangbei for more than three years. He had been transferred to several factories. He was smart and courageous, and his coworkers called him "Brother Zhu".

"If you want to die, get away! Orange Technology has strict regulations on overtime hours. A maximum of 4 hours on weekdays and 8 hours on weekends and holidays."

Zhang Jing frowned, snorted coldly, and cursed at "Brother Zhu".

Working overtime for 16 hours a day, plus the original 8 hours, this is not a job, it's clearly looking for death.

"Hahaha……"

The crowd laughed. Everyone wanted to make money, but no one really wanted to work 16 hours a day.

'Brother Zhu' is not stupid, he just doesn't like studying and dropped out of school early. He roughly calculated that he earns at least 5000-6000 yuan a month, while other factories work hard and only earn a little over 4000 yuan.

"capable!"

After being scolded, Brother Zhu grinned foolishly, felt relieved, and held the bucket tighter.

After Zhang Jing finished scolding, she also explained to these people the importance of the five social insurances and one housing fund.

When the workers who were queuing to enter the factory heard that more than 300 yuan would be deducted every month, they immediately became unhappy and started clamoring to ask if they could not pay.

It’s not that they lack foresight, but in the environment of 2011, many people couldn’t even take care of the present, let alone think about what would happen decades later.

"If you don't want to pay, just leave. This is Orange Technology's rule."

Zhang Jing said with a serious face.

Seeing that the negotiations were fruitless, the few troublemakers in the crowd fell silent and lined up obediently.

As for leaving?
They are not stupid. If they work casually at Orange Technology, they can earn four to five thousand yuan a month.

Only a fool would leave!

Orange Technology's recruitment benefits quickly became well-known in Futian District through word of mouth.

After hearing this, many bosses cursed with disdain: "Idiot!"

In their view, giving workers a raise on their own initiative is stupid.
However, it is said that Orange only recruits a few hundred people, so it has little impact on them, and no one comes to cause trouble.

A week later.

Chen Yansen received a report call from Cao Dahua, saying that the first batch of more than 600 employees had been recruited.

Cao Dahua asked if he wanted to take some OEM orders and debug the equipment at the same time, after all, there were so many people waiting to start work.

"Yes, we only accept orders within 2 months."

Chen Yansen specifically reminded.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Cao Dahua seemed to have regained the entrepreneurial passion he had a few years ago and assured with a smile.

Chen Yansen responded without asking when Cao Dahua would be back. Anyway, Tang Qingshan had sent a new instructor to the entrepreneurship park.

After they finished talking, they hung up the phone.

The preliminary preparations for the mobile phone factory in Shenzhen have been completed, but the factory's financial accounting and fund management need to be incorporated into the unified management system of Senlian Capital to avoid misuse of funds and financial risks.

Cao Dahua and Zuo Hongyu may be trustworthy, but people's hearts are fickle and no one can guarantee that they will never change.

Why does Chen Yansen trust them so wholeheartedly?

The correct approach is to start with the management mechanism and eliminate potential risks.

Chen Yansen walked out of the office building. His car was parked on the first floor. After getting in the car, he drove towards Xuyuan.

In the past half month, he has really regained the feeling of punching in for work. He occasionally goes to the Entrepreneurship Park to hold morning meetings with several team leaders. Most of the other time, he stays in Zhuxianzhuang Science and Technology Park.

Promote the industrial and hardware design work of Orange Mobile.

At present, only the size, appearance and shape of the mobile phone have been determined, which makes it easier for Zuo Hongyu to communicate with suppliers and screen suitable mobile phone screens, batteries, etc.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chen Yansen returned to the Entrepreneurship Park and just parked his car when he saw a familiar figure standing on the first floor, talking to Song Yuncheng.

"Why is he here?"

Chen Yansen asked in confusion.

(End of this chapter)