Chapter 1801
The Feeling of Being Surrounded by Stars
After Wang An finished speaking, only a few young technicians applauded, and finally, scattered applause echoed throughout the factory.
However, the applause did not enhance the atmosphere; instead, it made the whole scene even more awkward.
Even though Wang An had a thick skin, he couldn't help but blush at this moment.
Fortunately, Wang An reacted quickly, immediately changing the subject from applause, and said:
"The successful replication of the Longjiang 001 engine is inseparable from everyone's hard work and dedication. Therefore, the money given today is not related to normal wages and bonuses, but is simply a reward for the successful development of the engine. Furthermore, when our Longjiang 001 officially begins mass production and is installed in vehicles, everyone here will receive even more rewards."
After saying that, Wang An stopped thinking about applause and directly stated the reward policy and amount.
"Comrade Yan Zheng, the workshop director and also the group leader, will receive a bonus of 2 yuan."
Yan Zheng retired from Bingcheng Machinery Factory. Before retiring, he was a senior engineer at Bingcheng Machinery Factory and the only senior engineer who agreed to come to DJ County to continue his research and development work.
It's important to understand that senior engineers of that era possessed formidable technical skills and knowledge reserves, unlike many senior engineers in later generations who merely held the title but were incompetent and even incompetent.
Because all they do is talk about theory on paper, but when it comes to actual practice, they can't do anything, and they don't know how to do anything.
To be honest, while Wang An was speaking earlier, although the crowd wasn't very enthusiastic and no one was willing to applaud, when they heard that Yan Zheng's bonus was as much as 2 yuan, they were first taken aback, and then thunderous applause broke out.
The applause from the crowd left Wang An completely dumbfounded.
Wang An initially thought they were a bunch of tech geeks who only knew how to bury themselves in R&D and didn't understand interpersonal relationships. Turns out, it was just that the money hadn't come through! Holy crap!
Wang An looked at the group of engineers and technicians with a trembling mouth, feeling as if a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, most of the engineers and technicians at the motorcycle factory agreed to work at a private motorcycle factory in DJ County because the salaries and benefits there were indeed very high, so high that they had to give up their stable jobs and come here.
So, it's not that they don't understand social etiquette, but rather that they simply don't take it seriously, or that small bonuses don't sway them.
Wang An raised his hand silently to suppress the applause, and then chuckled as he called out to Yan Zheng:
"Grandpa Yan, come up and collect your money."
Yan Zheng stepped forward, took the two stacks of ten-yuan notes handed to him by Wang An, and his old face beamed with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.
While handing over the money, Wang An didn't forget to encourage Yan Zhengdao:
"Grandpa Yan, I hope our engine can be installed on the vehicle as soon as possible."
Unexpectedly, Yan Zheng also smiled and said:
"Alright, for the sake of this 2 yuan, I'll work hard with everyone to get our engine installed on the truck as soon as possible, hehehehe."
Wang An was genuinely taken aback by Yan Zheng's behavior at this moment, because ever since the old man came to the motorcycle factory, he had always had a stern face, and Wang An had thought he would never smile.
This is such a stark contrast! There's a saying, "Money makes the world go round," and that applies to almost anyone.
However, Wang An didn't dwell on this matter. As long as Yan Zheng and his team could achieve results, Wang An would definitely not hesitate to give them bonuses.
After Yan Zheng returned to the crowd, Wang An continued:
"Bai Jingchuan, deputy director of the workshop and head of the second group, and Han Yunqi, deputy director of the workshop and head of the third group, will each receive a bonus of 1500 yuan. Please come forward to receive your bonuses."
After Wang An finished speaking, Bai Jingchuan and Han Yunqi also came up with smiles on their faces, clearly very satisfied with the 1500 yuan bonus.
Bai Jingchuan and Han Yunqi used to work at the tricycle factory, a subsidiary of the Bingcheng Machinery Factory. Those "little mouse" tricycle taxis on the streets of Bingcheng were created by their group.
However, before they retired, they were not senior engineers, but ordinary engineers, and their abilities and education were inferior to Yan Zheng's.
The two men stepped forward and each took a stack of half-dollar bills. Wang An, of course, didn't forget to offer them a few words of encouragement.
Next came several deputy team leaders, who did the work of assistant engineers, and each received a bonus of 1 yuan.
Then there are the team members, who are actually senior technicians, and each person receives a bonus of 500 yuan.
The remaining skilled workers received 200 yuan each, while ordinary workers received 100 yuan each.
After the meeting, Wang An suddenly felt that he should not favor those who were not involved in research and assembly. Although these people, from engineers to workers, were the most important and the greatest asset of the motorcycle factory, the contributions of the logistics and security personnel should not be overlooked.
So, Wang An once again waved his hand and had the finance department prepare another sum of money, which he then used to hand out bonuses to the staff in other positions.
Of course, these people don't receive much in bonuses. For example, the logistics staff responsible for cleaning and catering only receive a bonus of 20 to 50 yuan per person, which is basically their monthly salary.
Even so, the entire motorcycle factory was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere, and everyone's face was beaming with happiness, just like during the New Year.
There's no way around it, who wouldn't be happy to get paid?
Looking at everyone's smiling faces, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him, so Wang An also felt quite happy, very happy.
After the money was distributed, everyone returned to their posts to continue working. Wang An also left the motorcycle factory and returned to the motorcycle shop.
After finishing his work, Wang An was lying on the sofa lost in thought when one after another Jeep 212s drove into the courtyard behind the motorcycle shop and parked next to Wang An's GAZ motorcycle.
A series of "bang bang bang bang" sounds of car doors slamming rang out, and Wu Dong and his six other second-generation rich kids appeared together.
As soon as he got out of the car, He Liang walked over to Wang An's GAZ truck and kicked its tire. At the same time, He Liang's rather dissatisfied voice reached everyone's ears:
"Why do I find Xiao An's GAZ truck increasingly unpleasant to look at? Look, with all six of our jeeps parked next to this GAZ, doesn't it feel like we're surrounded by stars?"
After He Liang finished speaking, Ma Guoqiang looked at the seven cars one by one and immediately chimed in:
"Hey, you know what, the moment we parked our car next to the GAZ, I had a feeling we were Xiao An's men." (End of Chapter)