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

Chapter 680 Half a year, 23.9 billion! What an adorable group of human power banks!
August 29, Jimo, Qingdao.

The warmth of midsummer is gradually fading, and a few wisps of autumn are spreading with the wind.

A black Maybach was driving on Lan'ao Road, heading towards the headquarters of Orange Garment.

Inside the car, Chen Yansen leaned back in his seat, gazing at the ever-changing street scene outside the window.

Song Yuncheng held his left hand and examined it closely. It was fair with a rosy glow, clearly indicating abundant blood and energy. Four palm lines of varying lengths and depths ran across his palm.

"Master Song, have you figured it out yet?"

Chen Yansen withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Song Yuncheng, and teased him with a smile.

"Master, look at this fine line, it's long and straight, this is a sign of great wealth and honor!"

Song Yuncheng gave an awkward smile and made up a story on the spot, his expression very similar to Chen Yansen's.

Over time, she inevitably picked up Chen Yansen's temperament.

She held Chen Yansen's large hand, feeling its warmth and thickness, and its excellent texture. So she talked and touched it at the same time.

After listening to her spout this utterly meaningless nonsense, Chen Yansen asked with a half-smile, "Was it comfortable?"

"It's warm and slippery," Song Yuncheng replied instinctively.

The next second, a soft "thump" was heard!
She quickly covered her forehead, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, and pouted pitifully, saying, "It was just a touch, you're so stingy, usually you..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, not daring to continue.

"How am I usually? Hmm?" Chen Yansen asked.

The soft hum at the end of the note sent shivers down Song Yuncheng's spine.

She giggled and buried her face in Chen Yansen's hands. The warm touch against her cheek made her head feel painless.

Chen Yansen was amused by her kitten-like appearance, reached out and ruffled her hair, and said softly, "I'll take you to Northern Europe to see the Northern Lights next month."

"Are you going to attend the 2014 Davos Economic Conference?"

Song Yuncheng raised her head, staring intently at Chen Yansen, and asked with a tone full of curiosity.

"Ahem, the main purpose is to relax and have some fun; the meeting is just a side thing."

Chen Yansen said in a very serious tone.

As a young global economic leader and co-mentor at the Davos Forum, Li Qingsong had already specifically invited him to attend the conference, just like last year.

After all, Senlian Capital not only owns insurance companies and private banks, but Chen Yansen himself is also a leader in China's mobile internet economy. If he were absent, the Chinese delegation would inevitably lose much of its luster.

"Thank you, Master." Song Yuncheng nodded with a slight smile, her heart full of joy.

She knew perfectly well that the meeting was the main purpose of the trip, and sightseeing was just an extra arrangement.

But when Chen Yansen switched the order of importance, she was so happy that her eyes almost disappeared from smiling.

This is the way 'montage' speaks!

For example, if a husband tells outsiders that his wife cheated on him, so he hit her, and then she ran away, such a statement can easily garner sympathy and understanding from others.

But if we put it another way, it could be that he hit his wife, she couldn't take it and ran away, and eventually found another husband.

Each sentence, taken individually, is a fact, but by simply rearranging the order of the statements, the nature of the whole event changes completely.

At this moment, the car slowly came to a stop.

Chen Yansen lowered the car window and saw a cluster of white buildings in front of him.

Dozens of main factory buildings and dormitory buildings are connected together.

The glass curtain wall reflects a soft luster under the sunlight, and you can vaguely see the neatly arranged desks or production equipment inside.

Above the main entrance hangs a gilded sign that reads "Orange Garment Technology Co., Ltd."

Several well-dressed middle-aged men stood at the door, the leader of whom was a man in a dark blue suit with his hair neatly combed.

As the car window slowly rolled down, he immediately strode forward, a warm smile plastered on his face, and respectfully greeted the driver, "Good morning, boss!"

After saying that, he reached out and opened the car door for Chen Yansen.

As soon as Chen Yansen took one step out, he quickly raised his hand to protect the roof of the car, afraid that his boss might accidentally bump his head.

"Old Lin, you've worked hard."

Chen Yansen got out of the car, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said.

He didn't have much interaction with Lin Guolun; they only met once, during an interview.

Lin Guolun has extensive experience in the apparel industry.

Previously, he served as the Production Director of Zara Greater China, leading the management of contract manufacturers. He also worked at Zara's own factory for four years and served as the General Manager of Youngor Factory.

He is proficient in fast-response production scheduling and has considerable experience in worker management and production line automation.

Judging from the results, Lin Guolun's abilities are indeed quite good.

Since taking over Orange Garment, he has managed the factory in an orderly manner. While building the supply chain, he also established a design department with more than 500 people to ensure that new products can be continuously launched to the market.

Besides being used internally, most of these products were sold to e-commerce buyers across the country through online channels such as Pinduoduo and JD.com.

Before NetEase Yanxuan and Jingzao were established, Orange's various clothing products were initially regarded by netizens as brand merchandise.

But after everyone tried buying a few pieces of clothing, they were surprised to find that the clothes were not only well-fitting and of excellent quality, but also very affordable.

In the first half of the year alone, Orange Garment's sales reached 23.9 billion yuan, with best-selling products covering a variety of categories including basic solid color short-sleeved shirts, long-sleeved T-shirts, jeans, casual pants, jackets and shirts.

Lin Guolun grinned and said very modestly, "Boss, you flatter me. It's just my job!"

"Have the equipment purchases for the shoe and boot production line been finalized?"

Chen Yansen asked casually.

In his view, since they've already started making clothes, there's no reason not to go for shoes and boots.

He didn't care whether he could sell them or not.

With 90 employees within the group, if each person receives two or three pairs of shoes a year, the group can easily consume 200 million pairs, so there is no need to worry about sales.

Moreover, given the shipping capabilities of Pinduoduo and JD.com, the only difference is whether they sell more or less; there is absolutely no chance of them not being able to sell their products.

Upon hearing this, Lin Guolun quickly replied, "Boss, it's all settled! The equipment purchase contract with Lehmann in Germany was just signed last Friday. The first batch of five fully automated production lines will arrive next month, and the installation and commissioning team will also come along. We expect to start trial production in mid-October."

As he spoke, he led Chen Yansen into the factory area.

Song Yuncheng followed quietly behind Chen Yansen.

Behind the three were a group of senior managers from Orange Garment, as well as four security guards from Wind Falcon.

Chen Yansen nodded slightly, indicating to Lin Guolun to take him to the workshop.

A short while later, the group entered the production area.

The sensor door at the workshop entrance slid open slowly, and a gust of air carrying the fresh scent of cotton and linen rushed out, creating a stark contrast with the heat outside.

The entire production workshop is equipped with a constant temperature and humidity system.

Chen Yansen glanced at the electronic screen at the entrance, where various data were displayed in real time: current temperature 24 degrees Celsius, relative humidity 55%, number of work-in-process 12860 pieces, defect rate 0.3%.

"Boss, we are now on the T-shirt production line. From fabric pretreatment to garment packaging, the whole process is semi-automated."

Lin Guolun strode forward and pointed to the production line on the left, explaining.

Chen Yansen looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a large silver machine operating smoothly. Layers of white fabric were being precisely cut into various garment pieces, which were then automatically transported to the next workstation via conveyor belt. Several workers in blue overalls were sitting at their workstations, skillfully piecing together the garment pieces and accessories. The needles of the sewing machines were moving rapidly, making a rhythmic "click-clack" sound.

In fact, the problem isn't that we can't afford highly automated production lines, but that we don't need them.

The reason is simple: machines cannot contribute humanitarian spirit to him.

The frontline operators in the workshop immediately showed expressions of surprise and delight when they saw Chen Yansen.

They never expected that the big boss would come to the company in person!

The vast majority of people looked at Chen Yansen with eyes full of gratitude.

It's important to know that in Jimo, a monthly salary of eight or nine thousand yuan is definitely above average and far ahead of the competition.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen smiled slightly and waved his hand.

What an adorable group of human power banks!
They only receive a few thousand yuan a month, yet they act like gods.

Chen Yansen walked into the finished product area and picked up a white short-sleeved T-shirt. It was a simple solid color design with only a thumb-sized orange pattern printed on the upper left chest.

"The neckline is edged with double-strand thread, which will not deform even after multiple washes. The cotton thread is made of long-staple cotton from the Western Regions, which is 30% longer than ordinary cotton fibers and has an anti-pilling rating of level 4 or above. There are very few complaints about pilling in customer feedback."

Lin Guolun stepped in to explain at the opportune moment.

Chen Yansen knew that this was a classic best-selling item from Orange Garment, priced at 49 yuan per piece or 129 yuan for three pieces, with a total of over 300 million pieces sold throughout the year.

"What is the rework rate for defective products?" Chen Yansen asked again.

"The return-to-work rate in the second quarter was 1.7%, down 0.5% from the average level in the first quarter."

We hold weekly quality analysis meetings to summarize common problems and share them with the production department so we can work together to find ways to improve them. For example, last month, regarding the issue of skipped stitches on the cuffs, we adjusted the stitch length of the sewing machines, which reduced the rework rate.

Lin Guolun answered immediately.

He understands design and production; he has a wide range of skills.

This is why Chen Yansen met with more than 20 candidates from Shenzhou International, Li & Fung, the Yangtze River Delta region, and overseas apparel industries, but ultimately chose Lin Guolun as CEO.

Following that, Chen Yansen visited the fabric pretreatment area, sewing area, cutting area, and finished product storage area one by one.

"Boss, that building over there is the design department, which is mainly divided into two modules: the design studio and the sample garment production area."

Lin Guolun led Chen Yansen and the others, introducing them as they walked.

The group took the elevator to the third floor. Just as they were about to go inside, a girl with a ponytail and wearing a green short-sleeved T-shirt ran out carelessly with her head down.

Just as the car was about to crash into him, the security guard quickly stepped forward and blocked Chen Yansen's path.

There was a "bang" sound!
Yang Fenghuang felt as if she had bumped into a wall, and then sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Brother Sen?" As soon as Yang Fenghuang looked up, she saw Chen Yansen right in front of her.

A ray of dazzling sunlight fell on Chen Yansen's back.

From her perspective, the edges of Chen Yansen's hair shimmered with white light.

"Are you okay?"

Chen Yansen asked, then waved his hand, and the security personnel immediately helped her up.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Sen, I'm fine." Yang Fenghuang stared blankly at Chen Yansen.

"Old Lin, fix the corner; there's a blind spot."

Chen Yansen warned.

“Yes, boss,” Lin Guolun replied.

Chen Yansen continued walking in, then suddenly stopped.

He stared at the girl in front of him for a few seconds, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, before asking, "Are you from the design department?"

"Brother Sen, I'm Yang Fenghuang, an intern design assistant in the design department," Yang Fenghuang said proudly, puffing out her chest.

It took her a year and countless hardships to transfer from the ironing workshop to the design department. This experience made her cherish her current position even more and fills her with pride.

Last month, her bear-themed short-sleeved T-shirt design became an instant hit with users upon its release, selling over 6000 pieces in the first week and becoming a successful product.

With this achievement, she earned 1.6 yuan that month, including base salary, bonuses and commissions. This was the first time in her life that she had earned so much money.

She knew that the various training courses at the factory were Chen Yansen's suggestion.

She was naturally filled with gratitude towards the person who changed her life.

It’s really her!

Chen Yansen chuckled to himself.

But he didn't think much of it, waved his hand, and signaled that Yang Fenghuang could leave.

After all, the number of people whose fates have been affected by him is at least seven or eight million, if not ten million.

One more Yang Fenghuang won't make a difference, and one less Yang Fenghuang won't make a difference either.

Yang Fenghuang was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, and then realized what was happening. She quickly stepped aside and watched Chen Yansen and his group walk into the design department. Only when their figures disappeared at the end of the corridor did she breathe a sigh of relief, clutching her chest.

Luckily I didn't bump into my boss, otherwise I would have lost my job.

But then she thought, given the boss's character, even if she really did bump into him, she probably wouldn't be fired, right?

Yang Fenghuang was lost in thought, a slight smile playing on her lips.

When Chen Yansen entered the design department, the first thing he noticed was the giant whiteboard on the wall.

The surface was covered with colorful sticky notes, with different colors used to mark sections such as "Autumn New Arrivals," "Shoes and Apparel Matching," and "User Feedback." The sticky notes were densely covered with the designers' ideas, as well as a few sketches drawn with markers.

"Boss, the design department has implemented a 'weekly brainstorming' system. Every Monday, everyone writes down new ideas on sticky notes, discusses and selects them together, and finally determines the design direction for the next quarter."

"There are currently 41 design teams, each responsible for different product modules," Lin Guolun said, pointing to the whiteboard.

After a thorough inspection, Chen Yansen carefully examined each step and found no loopholes or drawbacks; the factory was operating very smoothly overall.

He glanced at his watch; the hands pointed to 11:47, nearing lunchtime.

He immediately turned his head and said, "Let's go to the cafeteria."

It was nearly noon, and the employees were heading to the cafeteria in batches when they ran into Chen Yansen and his group.

Some people recognized him at a glance, and the bolder employees, even from more than ten meters away, raised their faces with smiles and shouted "Brother Sen!"

Some people even secretly took out their phones to take pictures, their eyes filled with excitement.

Lin Guolun was about to stop him when Chen Yansen stopped him.

Reporters can take pictures, passersby can take pictures, so why can't our own employees take pictures?
He's not someone who's ashamed to be seen by others!

Not long after, Chen Yansen sat down in the cafeteria, facing Lin Guolun, and they ate and chatted.

The canteen chefs were on tenterhooks, fearing that if the boss said the food wasn't good, their third-quarter performance bonuses would be ruined.

at the same time.

Chun Shen No. 2 Middle School, Chun Shen No. 3 Middle School, and Experimental Primary School have finally moved into their brand-new campus before the new semester begins.

Tang Lixin pondered for a moment, then said to Zhao Siyuan, "Contact Mr. Chen's assistant and give her a call."

(End of this chapter)