Chapter 692: The Big Net
"I have already found the right person. The clinic needs someone with superb medical skills and high medical ethics to be in charge, so that he can win the hearts of the people and monitor the flow of drugs."
“State-owned restaurants must employ trusted people who understand business and accounting to control the reception expenses and purchasing power.”
"Clothing stores need young people who are eloquent and familiar with the market to open a window for external contacts."
“But where can we find these people?”
Director Song frowned and asked. Wang Jianguo raised his confident smile and took out a stack of documents from his bag:
"Outstanding graduates from the county medical school, retired accountants from state-owned canteens, and college students returning home from the Fashion Institute."
"These people have abilities and ambitions, but they suffer from a lack of opportunities. If we give them a platform, they will naturally become our strongest force."
The rain gradually got heavier, and the raindrops formed a fine curtain of water under the eaves. Wang Jianguo walked to the window, looking at the street in the rain, and said in a steady and firm voice:
"When these key departments are in our hands, materials, funds and information can form a closed loop."
"By then, we will be able to take the initiative in personnel deployment, project approval, and emergency response. This is not a one-man show, but an impenetrable network that no one can shake."
Director Song was silent for a long time, then stood up and walked to the map. He looked at the places circled by red circles and murmured:
"Jianguo, you are playing a big chess game..."
Wang Jianguo patted his shoulder gently. In the rain outside the window, the lights in the distance were blurred in the rain, like countless flickering hopes.
The night outside the window had become so dark that it could not be dispelled. Director Song looked at Wang Jianguo's profile as he talked under the desk lamp. His Adam's apple rolled up and down several times but no sound came out.
The cigarette ash condensed into an inch-long white column between his fingers, until it fell on the front of his faded Zhongshan suit, leaving a tiny scorch mark. Only then did he realize that he had been in a trance for so long.
My memory suddenly flashed back to last year, when this young man who always liked to wear washed-out work clothes was first transferred to the supply and marketing cooperative, I once complained behind his back that he was too bookish.
Now looking at the plan that the other party had spread out on the table, there were those personnel arrangements that were so detailed that they were breathtaking.
How can the interlocking resource allocation be the work of a grassroots cadre? It is clearly a chess player laying a net on the chessboard.
“Look at this closed-loop funding design…”
Wang Jianguo's voice suddenly became distant. Director Song's eyes swept across the comments marked with different colors, and he vaguely saw himself when he first entered the system 20 years ago.
I had such ambitions at that time, but as time went by, my edges and corners were gradually smoothed out.
The young man in front of me has calculated every link to the extreme, and even laid out the development path for five years to perfection.
A sudden chill ran down the back of my neck.
Director Song recalled the fierce personnel competition last year. He had been fighting openly and secretly with Old Zhou from the neighboring grain station for three months for the position of deputy secretary, and in the end both of them suffered losses.
If he had been facing Wang Jianguo at that time, he would have been squeezed out without any fuss, and it would be unknown what means his opponent used.
"Director Song?"
Wang Jianguo's doubtful voice brought him back to reality. Director Song hurriedly put out his cigarette butt, but knocked over the teacup on the table while trembling.
Brown tea stains spread across the "Clothing Store Personnel Structure Chart" like a spreading spider web.
He wiped it hurriedly, but heard the young man say gently:
"It's okay. I have a backup copy."
This sentence was like a needle piercing his heart. Director Song suddenly realized that every plan of the other party had a backhand, and every move had a way out.
If I were on the opposite side, I wouldn't even have the chance to make a move and would be strangled to death by the watertight layout.
Cold sweat slid down his back into the waistband of his pants, and Director Song forced himself to calm down.
He looked at Wang Jianguo's methodical movements in packing up the documents, and suddenly thought of the century-old locust tree at the east end of the town.
No one paid attention when it sprouted in the spring, but by the time people noticed its canopy blocking out the sun, its roots had already penetrated the entire foundation.
“Good trick, young man.”
Director Song forced a smile, but his voice was hoarser than he expected.
He silently swore in his heart that he would make friends with the person in front of him in the future, not only because of the other party's strategy, but also because of his unfathomable scheming.
If such a person becomes an enemy, he probably won't even know how he lost.
The wind outside the window blew up a few dead leaves, which hit the glass and made a rustling sound.
When Director Song reached out to close the window, he saw that Wang Jianguo's shadow was very long in the moonlight, almost covering the entire office.
It is like an invisible net that covers all possible variables.
The copper pendulum of the old-fashioned clock swung rhythmically, casting a swaying shadow on the wall, and the hour hand quietly pointed to nine o'clock.
Wang Jianguo and Director Song sat around a desk piled with documents. Under the dim light of the desk lamp, their open notebooks were filled with records of the personnel lists and salary plans for various positions in the brick factory.
The rustling sound of the pen scratching across the paper, mixed with the occasional barking of dogs outside the window, made the sky seem even quieter.
"Let's appoint Lao Zhou as the head of the technical department. He has worked in the brick factory for fifteen years, and his kiln firing technology is second to none in the town."
Director Song circled Zhou Dehai's name with a red pen.
“But the salary…”
The tip of his pen hovered over the number "monthly salary 90 yuan", and his brows were twisted into a knot.
"This is higher than the previous factory director's salary. I'm afraid people will talk about it."
Wang Jianguo reached out and pushed the teacup to Director Song's hand. The hot steam from the cup blurred his lenses.
"Director Song, the brick factory is in a critical period of restructuring, and technology is the foundation. Lao Zhou is willing to work with us, not just for money - last time Deputy Director Zhang wanted to recruit him to the county brick factory, he refused."
He paused and opened another report.
"And in our cost accounting, the new technology can reduce the defective rate to less than 5%. The money saved is enough to pay high salaries."
Director Song took off his glasses and wiped them. After the fog on the lenses dissipated, he stared at the graph on the report for a long time, and finally sighed heavily:
"You kid, the abacus beads have all hit the eyes of the clouds."
After saying that, he took out a pen and wrote a comment in the salary column, and the ink spread on the paper.
"Okay! I'll do as you say!"
When the last candidate for workshop director was finalized, the wall clock suddenly made a clicking sound of turning gears, and then struck ten.
Director Song rubbed his sore shoulders and stood up. He took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer and gently scraped the tip of the ink-dipped pen on the porcelain inkstone:
"The recommendation letter needs to be rewritten. The previous one didn't include your entire employment plan."
His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with each word carrying an unquestionable momentum. When he wrote to the key points, he even drew three heavy horizontal lines under the words "innovative management model".