Chapter 40: Lord Ai is rumored

As a well-known good student in Shiliba Village, Ai Xiaoqing's learning ability was undoubtedly a gap of a few points in the era when the college admission rate was 5%. The famous articles were memorized. Even after more than ten years, it is still very familiar.
So when I saw this text, I didn't feel anything. I lowered my head and went to the sofa in the living room to sit down, but the more we read, the stranger it was. Suddenly, Ai Xiaoqing realized something and climbed to the corner with a bitter smile. After thinking for a moment, he stood up resolutely, and pushed open the door of Wang Ai's room.
"Son", Ai Xiaoqing said straight away: "Mom is not Wu Jiang and will not allow anyone to bully you. But I also don't want to see ... Anyway ... that's my brother, you ..."
Wang Ai shook her head with a smile and shoved Ai Xiaoqing a piece of paper. On it was a simple mathematical application question: Question 1. Five tons of raw materials per vehicle, mixed with 3.5 tons of water, based on 4,000 yuan of raw materials and 4 vehicles per day. Carriers illegally possess geometry every day? Question 2: The daily net profit of each device is 400 yuan, a total of 130 devices. What is the daily net profit?
Ai Xiaoqing glanced slightly, her face pale.
Wang Ai pushed another piece of paper: Article 140 of the Criminal Law, the crime of producing and selling fake and shoddy products ... If the sales amount is more than 2 million yuan, he is sentenced to 15 years in prison or life imprisonment, and a fine of 50% or more and less than twice the sales amount. Or confiscation of property; Article 266 of the Criminal Law: Fraud of public and private property ... If the amount is particularly large or there are other particularly serious circumstances, he shall be sentenced to more than ten years in prison or life imprisonment, and fines or confiscation of property.
Ai Xiaoqing looked back and looked back: Is it already so serious? Sending a few carts of raw materials every day is only one-tenth of the daily consumption of raw materials, which is inconspicuous and threatens the survival of the factory. My younger brother, holding on to his leg and asking for sweets, was he so cruel now? You do n’t even have to pay for it, you do n’t even think about the business of your sister, brother-in-law and nephew!
Wang Ai quickly got up and helped her sit down.
Ai Xiaoqing adjusted his emotions and said slowly after a while: "Anyway, he is also your uncle, and you hugged you when you were young. It is our real relative."
Wang Ai shook his head: "Mom, I was very young and ignorant, but my memory is very good."
Ai Xiaoqing suddenly felt dumb. After entering the third year of high school in five years, the result of the first year of high school surpassed the national key scores. Is such a memory of Wang Ai needless to say?
"However, in the face of my mother, I will not treat him like that, but I will not allow him to mix with the factory again." Wang Ai added.
Ai Xiaoqing nodded, and the mother and son spoke again.
When Wang Bin returned, Ai Xiaoqing was calling the person in charge of the three systems of flower shop, Internet cafe, and food to notify tomorrow that the employees of each system would decide to travel to Dalian in batches for a week.
Wang Ai also called the secretary of the factory that night and talked to him about the strict procurement standards of the raw material warehouse. Secretary Jin's sleeves were refreshing, and he was just right. He promised on the spot that he would take over the raw material warehouse in person tomorrow to ensure that even a pound of unqualified raw materials could not come in. Wang Ai also discussed with him the issue of supplier qualification assessment. The two initially agreed on the phone and began trials of the supplier qualification certificate system next week. Suppliers without a qualification certificate were not allowed to enter the factory area.
The second class of the next morning was a math class. At the end of the class, Wang Ai recorded two less transparent questions on the paper. When the exhausted Wang Ai got out of the teaching building holding the ball, Among various high school seniors, Li Lin was seen.
Wang Ai waved his hands, and the two walked to the side of the tree without anyone.
Li Lin hurriedly said: "Just now Sun Yi's phone call came to the transmission room. Secretary Jin quarreled with him this morning, and he pushed Secretary Jin back."
"How is the old man?" Wang Ai eagerly grabbed Li Lin's arm.
Li Lin shook his head: "I don't know the specific situation. It may have been sent to the hospital. After all, the old man is 65."
Wang Ai looked up and took a deep breath. In this large factory, there is no doubt that he is indispensable, but the second one is neither Wang Bin, general manager nor Wang Xiu, deputy general manager, but actually manages the organization every day The functions such as guilds and guilds always represent the interests of workers and other middle-level cadres. With the work of Secretary Jin, the tense labor-management relations of the private enterprises in the early days were avoided, and a harmonious situation of ups and downs was achieved.
There are so many manufacturing industries. There are a lot of examples like Ai Xiaoming who sends one tenth of the raw materials every day to threaten the survival of the company. Any problem in the factory of thousands of people will be a disaster. It is with the presence of Mr. Jin that the enterprise can grow up and down with no experience, no management of the enterprise, or the stale atmosphere of the old state-owned enterprises, even in a mess. United people's hearts, no one makes bad, but accelerates growth and maturity. Secretary Jin is undoubtedly a Dinghai pin!
"Brother Li Lin, wait for me first." Wang Ai commanded, turned back to find a classmate, asked him to ask a teacher for leave, and hurried out of the school.
"Return to the factory or go to the hospital?" Li Lin held the steering wheel.
"Beyond the head office of Internet cafes." Wang Ai closed his eyes.
Li Lin gave an unexpected glance at Wang Ai, but did not dare to question. He released the clutch, kicked the accelerator, and went straight to the 201 hospital.
Today, Beyond Internet Cafe has become the most well-known cultural event venue in Liaoyang City. There are a total of 150 microcomputers in the main store and four flagship stores with hundreds of microcomputers in the city. Although the Internet fee has not decreased, the service level and hardware The facilities have been greatly improved. Besides, all the waiters invited have graduated from Liaoyang Art School. It is called a tall legged miniskirt with beautiful skin and sweetness. Each big shop also found an old at the same time, the same treatment as Song Lao Liu, giving a half-off bonus. In addition, there are eight medium-sized shops with 50 microcomputers in the urban area.
Since the beginning of the first Internet cafe, Wang Ai has not continued to invest in it, relying solely on the high-profit division and replication of the Internet cafe itself at this stage. By August 1997, the city's layout had been completed. Now it is preparing to use the company's channels and connections in other cities in Liaoning to accumulate funds to expand to other cities.
At the door of the beautifully decorated Internet cafe, the shop manager Liu An was the clerk who was fluent in foreign languages ​​at the time, and hurried to say hello. After entering the shop, Song Lao Liu, who was wearing a suit and tie, greeted him.
Song Lao Liu is not like he used to be. He used to be stinky shit. Now he is a cultural person. Not only has he saved his hair, he has cleaned up his body, he also specially matched a pair of flat glasses. No one can see his fierce side except the hooligan who came to find fault.
"Lao Song, I'm here to find out something about you, Ai Xiaoming, how much do you know?" Wang Ai went to the manager's office and sat down and opened the door.
Song Lao Liu's eyeballs turned around, and just about to speak, was stopped by Wang Ai's hand.
"Lao Song, I tell you the truth, I'm going to pack him today. So you don't have to carry me and tell him what you heard, mainly about the factory, and originally told me."
Song old Liu Yi grinned, as a member of the royal family's enterprise system, and at the same time, as a big mess with a wide range of social relations, for a character like Ai Xiaoming, naturally no less heard the news. Previously, due to his special status, he could only keep silent and guard his own one-third of an acre. Now that the prince asked ... Hey, the Lao Wang family is an investor. It makes sense to earn a lot. The little boss is going to be famous all over the world. But why are you Ai Xiaoming? My 6th old Song Zhenba towered for 20 years, wouldn't I have to work hard to get money?
"If you want to talk about this news, I really hear a lot. There is no way, there are a lot of poor friends. Who doesn't expect to make money from the big factory." Speaking of this, Song Laoli patted his mind: "Hey, At first I had a donkey kick in my head, but now the deputy mayor has gone to the factory twice in the first half of the year. No one is as formidable as me. I just want to deliver to the factory properly. Can live well. "
"What about Ai Xiaoming, now he is called Master Ai." Song Lao Liu said with a sarcastic look.