I'm really just the village head

"Before the textile factory threw retired cadres and workers to the garment factory, anyway, the county finances solved it, and they couldn't afford wages. This is no problem. But now..." Wang Xinmin had to remind Lv Hongtao.

There are many factories in the county.

At present, only cigarette factories have good benefits.

The steel plant can only say that it is reluctant, because there are no mines around, and there is no energy, and they have to be shipped back from other places, which is much more expensive.

"How did you communicate with Director Cao? What is their attitude?" Lu Hongtao felt that he should understand the situation clearly.

The attitude of textile mills has always been unclear.

Several key cadres of the textile factory did not express their views at these meetings that were closed on this matter.

Even if the call is made, they just say something that is not painful or itchy.

"Not only do they want to throw all the retired cadres and employees to the contractor, they are also preparing to require the garment factory to get the goods from the textile factory, and they will set the price..." A sneer appeared on Wang Xinmin's face.

The textile factory is very shrewd in this abacus.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Liu Chunlai set up a workshop in Shancheng that was larger than the county textile factory.

"Does Liu Chunlai have the ability to predict the prophet?" The county head was a little confused.

Wang Xinmin shook his head and talked with Liu Chun before, but Liu Chun didn't even mention it.

The telegram is expensive, and Sun Xiaoyu didn't elaborate in the telegram. Only when Sun Xiaoyu comes back can we know the situation.

If Liu Chunlai knew Lu Hongtao's thoughts, he would definitely cry out injustice.

He had never thought about it before.

Zhang Jianmin didn't understand the fart, he was fooled by Liu Junhua and smashed one hundred thousand in it. In the end, he continued to use the money and actively sought Liu Chunlai, wanting Liu Chunlai to subcontract.

For this reason, Zhang Jianmin was blackmailed by Liu Chunlai for three motorcycles.

"One hundred thousand, click it yourself." Liu Zhiqiang pushed a pile of money to Zhang Jianmin with some pain.

The original linen bag for money is one-third less.

Zhang Jianmin was relieved.

What's more, although I was scammed, I didn't make any money, and I lost three motorcycles. At least, the goods are safe this time.

After putting money in a sack of chemical fertilizer, the two of them said goodbye and left. They had to go back and pick up another bag of money, and then left by plane.

"Let's go, first go to the garment factory to sign the contract, and then take the money to the supply and marketing agency." Feng Songtao urged Liu Chun to come.

These things must be done today.

Tomorrow he will fly there too.

"You have changed from a liar to a capitalist." Yang Yi blushed slightly when he looked at Liu Chunlai. In order to avoid embarrassment, Liu Chunlai was ridiculed.

"What a capitalist? You don't know that I am a captain? I serve the people." Liu Chunlai didn't want to see this woman.

This woman thinks she is shrewd, but also a little bit shey.

Tang Shijie looked at Liu Chunlai with an extremely uncomfortable expression on his face. Even when Liu Chunlai greeted him, he turned his face to the side with a cold snort.

Liu Chunlai didn't care either.

"Both parties have understood the conditions and circumstances. The contract was signed today. This factory is a subsidiary of Chunyu Garment Factory..." Miao Shilin's remarks were not only addressed to the leading cadres of the garment factory, but also to Liu Spring came.

After signing the contract, Liu Chunlai had to pay the entire factory's wages.

"Of course, if the Chunyu Garment Factory cannot pay its employees, the Light Industry Bureau will recycle the factory."

These are the conditions Liu Chun came to discuss with him before.

Now, it is to reassure the people in the garment factory.

The Light Industry Bureau didn't care about it, so that when Liu Chun came to run away, they would not receive wages.

The people at Sequoia Garment Factory will naturally not be opposed.

When seeing the contract, Liu Chunlai's eyes widened.

Handwritten contract?

Is this too informal?

"Why, there is a problem?" Miao Shilin has already signed his name on the three contracts, affixed with the official seal of the Shancheng Light Industry Bureau.

As a pilot, and it was driven by his deputy director, other leaders of the Light Industry Bureau did not participate.

Crossing the river by feeling the stones, this kind of thing is good if it succeeds, but what if it fails?

Even the witnesses were only a few key cadres from the Sequoia Garment Factory and two clerks from the Light Industry Bureau.

"No problem." Liu Chunlai shook his head.

He didn't expect that as the largest city in the southwest, the most economically developed city in the entire southwest, and it is still a relatively important light industry bureau, it does not even have a printer?

However, the words in the contract are all in block letters, and even a little delicate.

This is completely different from printing.

Liu Chunlai has signed many contracts, but he hasn't signed a handwritten one yet.

"The time is too late, I didn't print it." As if he knew Liu Chunlai's thoughts, fearing that he felt that the Light Industry Bureau did not take it seriously, Miao Shilin specifically explained it.

The printer is only available from the government.

Once this is successful, it may even be recorded in the history of urban development.

The content of the contract is finalized in the morning, and the contract is signed in the afternoon, and it is not suitable for too many people to know, so Miao Shilin directly asked Yang Yi to write the contract.

For this contract, Yang Yi didn't eat lunch at all.

Liu Chunlai signed his name on the contract with flying phoenix and he could hardly recognize it.

No way, too many contracts were signed. In order to look good, I spent tens of thousands of dollars to find someone to help him design a signature.

Looking at the name Liu Chunlai signed, he couldn't recognize it at all.

Did Liu Chun come to study medicine?

Didn't I say that I have been in high school for seven years, but I didn't go to technical secondary school or college.

He also felt that the Light Industry Bureau was not formal, and Liu Chun's approach was really not formal.

It was impossible to recognize whether it was Liu Chunlai or not.

It's harder to recognize than what those big leaders wrote.

Liu Chunlai took out two official seals from his pocket, found the one from Chunyu Garment Factory, breathed a sigh of relief on it, and poked his name.

"Manager Liu, this factory will be handed over to you in the future." After taking back the contract signed and sealed by Liu Chunlai, I was relieved to see that the "Chunyu Garment Factory" above was clearly visible and identifiable.

"Director Miao, please take care of me in the future!" Liu Chunlai held Miao Shilin's hand, "This is a moment of historical significance. A photographer should take the picture."

Miao Shilin almost spit out old blood.

"You are afraid that you want me to be scolded. I don't care about the retirement wage factory of retired officials..."

"We have to pay taxes, and drive local employment, and contribute to local economic development..."

Miao Shilin had an intuitive understanding of Liu Chunlai's shame.

"Huh, liar!" Yang Yi looked contemptuous.

Miao Shilin felt the same way when he heard it this time.

He regretted it a bit. If there was a problem with the factory that Liu Chunlai had contracted, let alone the future, the cadres and employees in the factory could scold him to death.

Especially now that this matter spreads out, it is estimated that retirees from other factories will come to him and ask the Light Industry Bureau to pay retirement wages.