I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 599 - 597 I’m Just a Considerate Boss

At the Fitukang factory, the workers were desperately working on the assembly line; most of these workers had a low level of education and had nothing but their physical strength. However, Fitukang did not require highly educated talent, as they had developed their own mature employee training system over the years.

Adequate salary, necessary subsidies, this was enough to keep these workers motivated.

Despite these jobs being somewhat unskilled, in reality, a worker's monthly wages, including overtime fees, could reach as high as seven or eight thousand, even higher than some white-collar salaries.

Of course, this was the result of rotating shifts and intensive overtime work, but the workers were very willing to work overtime, as it meant they could earn a little more money.

"Everyone, stop for a moment!" At this time, the workshop director entered the assembly line, "You can all leave work today. For the next month, there's no need to come to the company!"

"What?"

"What do you mean? Does the company not have orders anymore? Are you going to disperse us?"

"Don't we still have orders from the Cashew Company?"

"Director, I have a family to support at home. The company can't disperse us!"

The workers began to panic. Without this job, they might find it very difficult to find suitable work elsewhere. How would they be able to support their families?

But at this time, the workshop director showed a smile.

"Don't be nervous, the company isn't going to disperse everyone. The boss saw that everyone has been working overnight shifts and it's been very tough, so he wants to give everyone a month's holiday," the director explained.

"Director, we're not tired, and we don't need a holiday," an employee quickly said, knowing that taking a holiday meant that they wouldn't get paid for that month. They would rather endure hardship than have a month of rest.

"Exactly, Director, we can work overtime, we can even give up overtime pay, but we can't stop working!"

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"Everyone, hear me out!" the workshop director raised his voice, "The month's holiday isn't for you to do nothing, but rather it's for everyone to go out and travel, have fun, and during this period, you'll still get your salaries!"

"Giving us a holiday and still paying our wages?" The workers even doubted their own ears, thinking the boss must have had his head run over by a car when he went out. With millions of Fitukang employees, their monthly salary was close to ten billion!

"Not only will your salaries be paid, but they will also be doubled!"

"What? How is that possible?"

"Director, stop joking with us."

The workers burst into an uproar.

"You can go out and check, the money has already been transferred to your accounts."

"Really?" One worker went outside the signal blocking area and turned on his mobile phone, and indeed, a message from the bank had been sent to his phone.

"Fourteen thousand? Is it really double the salary?"

"I also got over thirteen thousand!"

"I got close to twenty thousand!"

"Man, how hard did you work overtime?"

...

Although the money was now in their hands, the workers still felt uneasy.

"Director, after a month, when we come back, the company won't get rid of us, will it?"

"Hahaha, you can rest assured," the director said, "Yesterday we just received a big order, an assembly order for 120 million VR devices, enough to keep you all busy for several months! And this is just a part of it."

"So what are we all waiting for? Let's get off work!"

"Screw it, let's go!"

"Hey hey, turn off the machines!"

...

"That concludes all there is to our new product this year, thank you, everyone from the media and our peers, for coming to our launch event!" Cook bowed toward the audience, ending this year's Cashew Company product launch amidst applause.

"Boss, have some water!" His assistant handed Cook a bottle of water and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Boss, you were fantastic today, even better than we had anticipated."

"Really?" Even though he knew it was probably just flattery, Cook gladly accepted the compliment, "How are our pre-sales looking?"

"Just a moment," the assistant opened an app on the tablet, where numbers were soaring, "Based on the current trend, our pre-sales should be about 15% to 20% higher than last year."

"Excellent," Cook showed a satisfied smile. More than 80% of Cashew Company's profits came from hardware sales, with market shares exceeding 200 billion US dollars each year. This double-digit improvement was no joking matter.

"With sales up, the supply chain has to keep up. When is our first batch of products due for delivery?"

"By the 20th of next month," the assistant said, "As usual, they will be assembled at our 18 factories globally. They're all long-term partners; there shouldn't be any surprises."

"As a precaution, let's confirm the progress today!"

"Yes, boss!"

It was 9 p.m. in America, which meant it was daytime in Huaxia; Cook's first call went directly to Zhang Quantan.

"Hello, General Zhang, this is Tina."

"Oh, Miss Tina, it's late at night over there, isn't it? What's up at this hour?" Zhang Quantan was leisurely sipping tea while watching the news.

"It's nothing major. I just wanted to ask how our batch of orders is coming along? By now, it should be more than 80% complete, right?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Tina, but we are currently at about 50% progress."

"What?" Tina suddenly stood up on the other end of the phone, "General Zhang, this isn't what we had agreed on. Are your workers slacking off? I am very dissatisfied with this progress!"

"Miss Tina, please don't rush," Zhang Quantan spoke slowly, "My workers have been working incredibly hard lately, putting in extra hours. They need a good rest. They are not beasts. We're in a socialist country, not a capitalist one; we value humanity here."

"How many days do they need to rest?" Tina asked coldly.

"Not many, just about a month."

"A month? General Zhang, are you playing me for a fool? Our product launches in a month, and you've only reached 50%, and now you're giving your workers a holiday? Do you want to pay a penalty?"

"It's just some penalty money, right?" Zhang Menglong's 10 billion US dollars had been accounted; these few billion in penalty money were now a trifle to Zhang Quantan, "Just deduct it when it's time."

"What exactly do you mean, General Zhang?"

"I mean nothing specific. I'm just a boss who cares about his employees. Is that wrong?"

"Are you trying to start a feud with Cashew Company?" Tina threatened, "You should know, without our orders, you wouldn't be able to sustain your workers. I need you to send all your workers back to their stations immediately to work overtime!"

"Fuck off!" Zhang Quantan cursed blatantly. He had been waiting for this day for a long time, "You damn capitalists, we put in so much manpower, and how much do you pay us per phone? A few hundred dollars per phone, and we only make about twenty-something Huaxia currency. Do you think our Huaxia labor is crap?"

"Let me tell you, we quit!" Zhang Quantan roared, "Come get your batch in two months. I'll transfer those billions in penalty money to your account later, and my employees are not for you Americans to comment on. Get lost!"