Wu Qing told her about Zhao Peng’s rhinitis in advance.

The original intention was to let her pay attention to this detail in her later work, but she didn't expect that she would react so quickly.

She felt a little nervous.

Zhao Peng actually didn't care. He knew his rhinitis and would suddenly sneeze when he went to many places.

Especially now, this season is a high incidence period.

This auditorium can accommodate nearly a hundred people in total. It is not a staircase that is common in later generations, but a row of tables that look like a large classroom.

At the front is the rostrum, which is slightly higher than the ground.

There are also rows of tables on the stage.

Zhao Peng walked straight to the middle and sat down, asking Wu Qing to hand the box in his hand to him and put it in front of him.

Lun Shuangshen and Wu Qing sat on both sides, while Song Xiaochun took out a plate armor from the pocket of the table on the edge, with a pen holding it on the plate armor.

I don't know when it will be put here.

Her sitting posture was also very elegant, like a black swan swimming in the lake.

The people on the stage sat down, while the people under the stage were bustling and noisy.

They are all old colleagues from the past. I haven't seen each other for a while. I meet again and have fun chatting about the parents.

Wu Qing frowned and wanted to stand up and stop him, but Zhao Peng shook his head at him.

He waved his hand and called Song Xiaochun over, letting her sit beside her, and let Lunshuangshen sit beside Wuqing.

Lun Shuangshen was very obedient, so he bypassed Wu Qing and sat to the far right.

Song Xiaochun was holding a pen and following Zhao Peng's instructions, he kept recording something.

Gradually, the employees below finally stopped making noise. They found that the young boss on the stage and the beautiful leader beside him were watching them while recording something.

Stop talking nonsense.

There was silence in the auditorium.

Zhao Peng waited for a few more minutes, but no one really said a few words.

The silence of death in the auditorium.

He then chuckled and said, "There are seats in front, all of them are full, and sit in the back rows."

Only two young men ran from behind to front, and the others didn't move.

Zhao Peng glanced at everyone and said, "Move the back rows to the front position."

The employees looked at each other and began to walk forward in a few ways. There were five or six people behind him, looking at Zhao Peng without moving.

Zhao Peng no longer emphasizes it.

He asked Wu Qing to open the box, first take out a stack of 100 yuan bills, and patted it gently in his hand twice, "When the person who read the name comes on stage, each person will receive a reward of 100 yuan for red envelopes."

"Yang Feng."

In the crowd, a young man in his thirties stood up and looked at Zhao Peng shyly.

"Come here to get the money."

Zhao Peng waved to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was still a little embarrassed and only took it for 100 yuan in his hand. Only then did he believe that Zhao Peng did not fool him and said gratefully: "Thank you, leader."

"Chen Yan..."

"Sun Yuanyuan..."

Someone came up to collect money one after another, including those who moved from the back to the front.

There are a total of more than a dozen people.

After Zhao Peng finished reading it, he returned the booklet to Song Xiaochun.

The money in my hand is still in my hand.

He waited for the last person who received the money to go back and sat down, looking around everyone.

Those who received the money stared at him excitedly, while those who did not get the money looked jealous, but they didn't know why they had no money.

Zhao Peng smiled calmly and said, "How is it? Do you think money comes easily?"

Everyone was silent.

"Some people must be curious about why these people should get money. In fact, it's very simple. The people who just received the money were divided into two parts. Some were people who sat in a seat and waited quietly without noisy people. There were also some people who moved to the front and took the initiative to move over."

ah……

People who took money or didn't got it were all surprised.

None of them expected that for such a simple reason, someone would get a reward of 100 yuan.

This is a week's salary income.

"Does the people who haven't got it regret it now? But it's useless to regret it. Waiting quietly for the meeting is a discipline that you should consciously abide by. Most of you have not abide by it. If you let you sit in front and stay still, I will leave the opportunity to you, and you have not cherished it."

He said meaningfully: "Opportunities are always for those who are prepared or who always follow the rules."

Zhao Peng stood up, bent down slightly at all the employees, and then stood up straight again.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Peng. I am the president of Fercos Technology Co., Ltd. From today on, I am also the owner of the Huangqiao Garment Factory where you worked before."

The people below looked at each other in surprise, and everyone looked at this young man who was obviously not old.

Some people want to whisper again, but remember what happened just now, suppressing the gossip soul in their hearts and sitting honestly.

"If you say that, the original garment factory cannot continue to operate due to various reasons. As for me, I am the native of Huangqiao Town, and I have always wanted to contribute to the development of my hometown. Therefore, after friendly communication and negotiation, we have taken over all the assets of the garment factory, including... debt."

The staff kept their eyes wide open.

What they care more about is not who the company belongs to, but whether they can get the wages they have been owed.

"As the saying goes, once the emperor is, every time the minister is, some people say that new officials are in office, and then I, the newly appointed person in charge, must make some changes to our garment factory. In all aspects, some may completely subvert your previous understanding.

Oh, by the way, let’s talk about your most concerned issues, salary.

Don’t worry, I have calculated all your salary very clearly with your previous financial and personnel. I will give you a reissue for three months, and no point will be reduced.

I see if you all want to get your salary immediately, then OK, let’s get the salary first. Starting from the first person in front, you are not allowed to go to the line or make noise. If anyone does not abide by the rules, he will be deducted for not abide by the venue discipline."

The crowd was quiet.

Those who want to talk will also shut up.

"Sister Xiaochun, you can get some money, Lao Wu, you can review it."

Wu Qing and Song Xiaochun were both sitting on Zhao Peng's right again.

The box was opened, and there were several stacks of 100 yuan bills, plus a well-made booklet.

"Okay, the first one can come up. Report your name first and let me know you too."

In the first row of the left, there was a middle-aged aunt. She walked to the front of the stage happily, "My name is Zhang Lin."

"Wait a moment." Song Xiaochun tied the hair that fell on her chest with a headband, which looked particularly capable. But her voice was very gentle to the employees, like a spring breeze.

"Okay." The middle-aged aunt was not in a hurry and waited with a smile.

Zhao Peng was looking through the employee information prepared by Wu Qing and found that the aunt was actually a single mother. Her husband died of illness. She was alone and raised a son suffering from polio. She is 8 years old this year.

The most commendable thing is that her husband also left her an elderly and poor-in-law, who also took good care of her.

However, the layers of pressure made her life very difficult and very poor.

Zhao Peng looked at the aunt again and smiled and looked optimistic, and he was not overwhelmed by the burden of life.

"Sister Zhang, this is your salary. You have been in attendance for a total of 86 days in three months, 10 yuan a day, a total of 860 yuan. This is 800 yuan, you can take it first..."

"Sister Xiaochun, give Sister Zhang 900."

Song Xiaochun glanced at Zhao Peng and found that the information on his desk was turning to Zhang Lin. He immediately understood what Zhao Peng meant and gave Zhang Lin another 100 yuan.

Zhang Lin hurriedly refused, "Leader, don't, 860 is 860, it's not mine, I can't get more."

"Hold it, this is an extra reward for your hard work."

"But……"

"Nothing, but. Now I have the final say in the company. We will not waste a penny on people who are not worthy of their efforts." Zhao Peng had a slightly expression on his face.

"Then... well, then thank you leader," Zhang Lin bowed to Tuo Xiaochun, then turned to bow to Zhao Peng, "Thank you, too, the young leader."

As soon as he called him a little leader, Zhao Peng didn’t think anything. This little thing must refer to his age.

Song Xiaochun was very embarrassed.

Call her the leader and her leader the young leader. This elder sister is just embarrassing her.

Next, you will receive wages one after another.

Zhao Peng recognized people one by one, circled out all the names of the people he cared about, and recorded some words or made some notes from time to time.
To be continued...