Chapter 57: The Pot of Down-Mounting Medicine

  Everyone is a worker, too many and too profound principles are not understood by everyone, but everyone recognizes one principle: as long as you are sincere and genuine in treating us, sincerely thinking for the sake of our workers, then you are a good leader, even if you are a bit rough, it's no big deal, everyone will obey you!

  A group of punk kids have somewhat given in, no matter whether this little brat can actually manage the factory well or not. At least one thing is for sure, he's genuinely trying to help everyone out, and you can't deny that.

  Only Lin Hongfei, still fuming, seemed to have unfinished anger, "If it weren't for the city leaders repeatedly asking me for help and letting me see everyone's difficulties, would I be stupid enough to serve you guys? Wouldn't I be better off going down to work as a land god than serving you here? Do you think you're blind or brainless, willing to come to this broken place?"

  As soon as Lin Hongfei said this, everyone's heads hung even lower. The value of a university student is still quite high these days. If an ordinary university student is equivalent to a scholar, then a student like Lin Hongfei from a national key university is the top scholar. Even if he's not the top scholar, he's at least one of the top three. According to the old generation's way of speaking, such people are like celestial beings who have descended to earth, and their brains must be extremely useful...

  If that's the case, young people are quick-witted and have many ideas, maybe Director Lin can really lead everyone to make a lot of money? The workers who were scolded by Lin Hongfei couldn't help but think this way in their hearts, and unconsciously, after being scolded by Lin Hongfei, they accepted the fact that Lin Hongfei had become their leader.

  "But, Director Lin, can you really lead everyone to do a good job in this factory?" Finally, someone plucked up the courage to shout at Lin Hongfei, "If you can lead us all to live a better life, we'll definitely follow you and work hard!"

  This voice is quite familiar, it's Fan Dazhuang, the team leader of the production workshop. When Lin Hongfei first arrived at the factory, he had to go down to the workshop for half a month as per the rules. At that time, it was Fan who brought Lin Hongfei around. According to the old generation of workers' rules, Lin Hongfei still has to respectfully call Fan "Master".

  Finally, someone has spoken up. Hearing this voice, Lin Hongfei's heart suddenly felt a bit relieved. He had been scolding for so long, and if it still had no effect, his plan for today would be completely ruined. "Is that Teacher Fan? Alright, I know what everyone is worried about. If you're all willing to listen, let's have a good chat here and let everyone hear. Can I, Lin Hongfei, lead everyone and give them something to strive for? What do you all think?"

  "Right, Old Fan, you're Director Lin's mentor, go ask him what he really wants to do?"

  "It's all right, Little Lin... Oh no, we didn't have any dealings with Director Lin before either. Why don't you go ask him? You're his teacher after all, and Director Lin should respect his teachers."

  As soon as Lin Hongfei's words came out, the people around Fan Dazhuang suddenly gained spirit and advised him in a flurry of voices.

  Fan Dazhuang is a very thick-skinned person, everyone says so, some can't bear the face, can't stand everyone's persuasion, thinking again that Lin Hongfei is his own apprentice, what can he do with himself as the master? Bite your teeth, "Okay, I'll go help everyone ask."

  Although he said so, Fan Dazhuang actually regretted it after shouting out that sentence earlier. He didn't know his own weight, and Lin Xialing was a university student with a bright future ahead of him - maybe even becoming the county magistrate or provincial governor one day. His actions just now were really too rash. However, Fan Dazhuang was someone who cared deeply about saving face, and he was also very enthusiastic in his daily interactions. With everyone flattering him like this, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. Thinking again, Lin Fengfei was still his own employee - no matter what, could he really fire him? Wouldn't that just lead to being scolded by the factory workers until his spine ached?

  When Fan Dazhuang agreed, everyone was overjoyed and hastily made way for him.

  Comforting himself, Fan Dazhuang came to Lin Hongfei's front, just about to speak, but before he could even open his mouth, Lin Hongfei took the initiative to step forward two steps, smiling and extending his own hand. "Teacher Fan, hello."

  At this moment, Fan Dazhuang suddenly found that his apprentice, who was always shorter than him, had changed beyond recognition. Standing here made Fan feel at a loss for words, and even his tongue felt a bit clumsy, just like when he used to stand in front of the former factory director. Looking again at his hands covered with engine oil, Fan Dazhuang, who had always been proud of these rough big hands, suddenly felt that they were not suitable to extend, so he hastily wiped them on his pants legs a couple of times before shaking hands firmly with Lin Hongfei twice, "Director...Lin..."

  Before Fan Da Zhuang could finish speaking, Lin Hongfei smiled and said, "Teacher Fan, you're my teacher, so let's not be so polite. I'm your student, so don't be polite either. Just call me Little Lin, it's more comfortable for both of us."

  "Alright... then I'll just call you Xiao Lin," Fan Dazhuang was a straightforward person who couldn't be more straightforward. It would be embarrassing for him to address Lin Hongfei as "Director", and now that he saw Lin Hongfei being so polite and respectful, he felt relieved. He was actually worried that Lin Hongfei would make things difficult for him. With this relief, Fan Dazhuang's courage also increased, "Xiao Lin, I came over just to ask you something. What are your plans? Do you really have the confidence to revive our factory?"

  Lin Hongfei smiled and said, "Teacher Fan, I'd like to ask you a question. What do you think is the main reason why our factory's products are not selling well?"

  "Of course it's a quality problem! Look at those Japanese cars, they don't have any problems for years. Our own cars are always having big and small problems all the time, how can we still sell them? It's just like our ordinary people's lives, who wants to marry a wife who is always sick, can't take care of the elderly, and can't even give birth?"

  Everyone burst out laughing at once. Isn't that right? Our cars aren't selling well, isn't it because the quality can't keep up? Who doesn't know this?

  "Ah," Lin Hongfei clapped his hands, grinning at Master Fan. "Everyone knows where the problem lies, right? Since it's a quality issue with the car, we'll just have to put in more effort and focus on product quality. That way, this 'medicine jar' wife can become a healthy wife, right? A 'medicine jar' wife can't even take care of an old man or give birth to children, but a healthy wife can not only take care of the old man and give birth to children, she can also help you raise a family!"