Chapter 343: The Dilemma of the Three Factories
People's Hospital.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Huang Baogui, who had just finished breakfast, was half lying on the hospital bed reading a newspaper. Huang Baogui had developed the habit of reading newspapers over many years. Even after entering the hospital, he still tried his best to keep it, because if he didn't read the newspaper for a day, it would be like he had missed something important and he would feel extremely uncomfortable.
Huang Baogui's health is much better than when he was first admitted to the hospital. Years of hard work and bad habits in life and work have caused Huang Baogui, who always seemed to be in good health, to have heart problems. Under the huge stimulation, Huang Baogui suffered a sudden onset of coronary heart disease. Fortunately, he received timely rescue, otherwise Huang Baogui would have died and gone to see Lao Ma.
His life was saved, but his body was devastated by this hospitalization. Huang Baogui is still in the treatment period and can only rest. According to the doctor's orders, he must not overwork or get emotionally excited. Even his eating habits must strictly follow the doctor's orders, otherwise there is a high possibility of relapse.
Huang Baogui found it difficult to accept this result at first. Having been tough all his life, he never expected that he would become a useless person who could not do anything. However, reality is reality, and Huang Baogui has no choice but to hope to recover as much as possible and return to work as soon as possible.
In fact, Huang Baogui knew that returning to his original position was just a luxury . Even if he was discharged from the hospital, he would not be able to continue to be the director of the third factory. Health was one reason, and the other reason was that the third factory was in a precarious situation. The third factory he had fought for all his life was on the edge of a cliff because of his own wrong decision, and it could collapse at any time.
As early as a month ago, when the superior leaders came to visit, they revealed this and the news came out that Factory 3 was about to merge with Factory 8.
Huang Baogui couldn't accept this change. He had been striving to defeat Factory 1 and Factory 2 and lead Factory 3 to become the industry leader. But now, instead of succeeding, he made Factory 3, which he had been striving for all his life, almost die. If Factory 3 and Factory 8 merged, then everything he had fought for in his life would be in vain, and all his efforts would become a joke.
Huang Baogui was resisting the merger in his heart, but he also understood the situation of the third factory. The third factory was having a very difficult time now, and even Huang Baogui had no confidence whether it could get through this hurdle.
Regarding the merger, not only Huang Baogui opposed it, but also the entire staff of Factory 3. How could the proud Factory 3 tolerate the result of being annexed by Factory 8? Moreover, in the eyes of everyone in Factory 3, a small factory like Factory 8, which was originally not in the mainstream, was not taken seriously in the past.
Things have changed over time, and although Factory 8 is now shaking, Factory 3 is still unable to accept this fact. This is why the staff and cadres of Factory 3 went to petition and ruined the matter.
Although Huang Baogui did not instruct on this matter, his attitude was acquiescent. Even though Huang Baogui dragged his sick body to the petition site and persuaded people to go back for the sake of the overall situation, he still felt somewhat satisfied that the plan was shelved.
While reading the contents of the newspaper intently, there was a knock on the ward door. Huang Baogui's eyes moved away from the newspaper and turned towards the door. After a few knocks, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Jiang Guoxun and Liu Xinhong came in.
"Director, how are you feeling? You look much better than a few days ago."
"Yes, the doctor said when can you be discharged from the hospital? There are a lot of things in this factory waiting for you to go back and make decisions. You are the backbone of our factory!"
Jiang Guoxun and Liu Xinhong were holding a bag of fruits in their hands. As soon as they entered the room, they asked about each other's health with a smile. Huang Baogui was very happy to see them. He put down the newspaper in his hand and asked them to sit down.
Huang Baogui's ward is a single cadre ward. The environment is quite good and it is also convenient for meeting visitors.
After arranging the fruits aside, Jiang Guoxun and Liu Xinhong sat down on either side of Huang Baogui's bed.
"I feel much better, but the doctor said I have to continue to take care of myself and have another checkup in a week. If the checkup is OK, I can be discharged." Huang Baogui said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at the door and saw that there was no figure outside the glass window of the closed door. Then he lowered his voice and said to Liu Xinhong impatiently, "Did you bring a cigarette? Quick! Give me one!"
"This... Director, didn't the doctor say that you can't smoke? You have to quit smoking if you have heart problems..." Liu Xinhong was stunned and said subconsciously.
"Nonsense! Do you think I'm sick now? I have to listen to the doctor's words, but I can't listen to everything! If I really listen to everything, I'll become a fool. I've smoked all my life, and if I don't smoke any more, my heart will have problems, or I will have problems. I'd rather die from smoking than from choking to death, so stop talking nonsense, and hurry up! Give me a cigarette, and a lighter."
Liu Xinhong looked towards Jiang Guoxun for help, but who would have thought that the old man Jiang Guoxun pretended not to hear her and pretended to stroke Huang Baogui's bed sheet with his hands, as if he was studying the composition of the sheet fabric.
In desperation, Liu Xinhong could only take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Before he could take out a cigarette, the whole pack was snatched away by Huang Baogui.
"Where's the light?" Huang Baogui grabbed the cigarette and couldn't wait to take it out and put it in his mouth, while at the same time stretching out his hand towards Liu Xinhong.
Liu Xinhong handed the lighter to Huang Baogui, who took it and hastily lit it. After taking a puff of the cigarette, an expression of enjoyment instantly appeared on his face. After taking a few greedy puffs, he slowed down his movements.
After Huang Baogui lit a cigarette, Jiang Guoxun, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, stood up and opened the window next to him, then sat back down.
Huang Baogui finished his cigarette quickly and subconsciously wanted to take out another one, but he stopped halfway and instead put away the cigarette box and matchbox, carefully hiding them under the pillow.
"Don't tell your sister-in-law about this!" Huang Baogui warned, then he remembered something and reached out to the fruit they brought and said, "Hurry up and get me an orange. I'll get rid of the smell of cigarettes in my mouth first, so the nurse won't notice it later."
Jiang Guoxun peeled an orange and handed it to Huang Baogui. Huang Baogui broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he asked, "Are you two here together today because of something at the factory? Tell me, what is it?"
Jiang Guoxun and Liu Xinhong looked at each other, and Jiang Guoxun sighed, "The situation in the factory is not very good now."
"Tell me in detail." When they appeared in the ward together, Huang Baogui had expected something. He had been a factory director for so many years, and the two people sitting next to him were his old colleagues. If he couldn't guess this, then Huang Baogui would have wasted all these years.
Jiang Guoxun is the secretary, and his position is equal to Huang Baogui's, and in some ways even higher. However, Huang Baogui has always been the one who has the final say in the third factory, and Jiang Guoxun's ability to hold the position of secretary is inseparable from Huang Baogui's support, so in this sense, he and Liu Xinhong can be regarded as Huang Baogui's right-hand men.
Huang Baogui is temporarily unable to work due to hospitalization. Jiang Guoxun is now in charge of the Third Factory. From this point of view, Jiang Guoxun is already the top leader of the Third Factory. But the problem is that even if Jiang Guoxun takes this position, the one who really has the final say in the Third Factory is still Huang Baogui, who is now lying on the hospital bed.
In response to Huang Baogui's questions, Jiang Guoxun began to talk about things in the factory.
Thanks to the 300,000 yuan from Factory 8, Factory 3 was able to breathe a sigh of relief. At least this life-saving money helped Factory 3 solve problems such as returns and wages, but compared to the total loss of Factory 3, a mere 300,000 yuan was not enough to truly solve the problem.
In one month, the three hundred thousand yuan had been almost spent. Although the three factories tried their best to save themselves, the effect of self-help was not good due to various reasons. At present, the warehouse was full of returned products and semi-finished products of warm cup packaging. It was difficult to resume the production and sales of old products. Now they could not even take out the money to continue purchasing raw materials.
The broken capital chain made the third factory extremely anxious. In addition, the third factory had previously invested almost all of its production capacity and raw materials in warm cup packaging products, which shifted the focus of the third factory on old products.
Although Huang Baogui had sensed the problem at the time and held a meeting to decide to readjust production and gradually get out of the warm cup packaging products, but man proposes, God disposes, and the changes came too fast. Before the third factory could start to do this, the administrative order came down, which dealt a heavy blow to the unprepared third factory.
Huang Baogui was hospitalized for this reason. When he was admitted to the hospital for treatment, the entire Factory 3 was almost in chaos, which made the situation worse. It was not until Huang Baogui regained consciousness from the hospital and his superiors asked Jiang Guoxun to temporarily take charge of the work that the Factory 3 was able to restore some order.
But even so, the lack of funds and heavy losses cannot be changed by human will. Not to mention that Huang Baogui is unable to preside over the work now, even if his health suddenly recovered and returned to the Third Factory, he would be powerless to face such a reality.
While resisting the merger, Huang Baogui hoped that the Third Factory could recover on its own during this period. Even some losses would be acceptable. As long as the Third Factory could recover and be self-reliant without relying on others, then at least the Third Factory would still be the Third Factory. With the foundation he had laid over the years at the Third Factory, there would still be a chance for it to turn around in the future.
As for the 300,000 yuan from Factory 8, Huang Baogui had a plan. In his opinion, only a fool would not want the money, so he was ambiguous about the merger proposal and got the money first. And the fact was just as Huang Baogui expected. Before the formal merger, the 300,000 yuan was on the account of Factory 3. As for what would happen after the money was in hand, he didn't care.
But Huang Baogui misjudged the crisis of the third factory. The 300,000 yuan temporarily saved the third factory, but it only delayed the time for the third factory to fall into the abyss. If you want to really solve the problem of the third factory, 300,000 yuan is far from enough, and this is the problem Jiang Guoxun is facing now.
"There is not much money left in the account. The National Day has passed and the contracts signed before will be implemented in a few days. The salary payment for employees and retired workers is also imminent. Besides..." Jiang Guoxun said with a frown. A good cook cannot cook without rice. Besides, Jiang Guoxun has never been a good cook. He can talk and give some ideas on weekdays, but it is really difficult for him to take charge of things on his own.
