"They are so pitiful!

How come there are such hateful people in this world!

This Ronald is so abominable, sanctimonious, he seems to be a decent person, but he is actually this kind of person!

You're sending people around like things!" Xia Xue stopped worrying about the problems between Yu Qingyang and those women, began to sympathize with those girls, and loudly accused Ronald.

"Haha!" Yu Qingyang smiled and didn't say anything. He just felt that Xia Xue was too cute.

Xia Xue was so well protected by Xue Qin that she didn't know the dangers and darkness of the world.

The buying and selling of slaves is just the dark side of this society.

There are even darker ones that even Yu Qingyang cannot touch, or rather dare not touch.

"Then what will they do? How are you going to arrange it?"

“Let them help in the infirmary and restaurant!

Do whatever you can!"

"That's okay! Our infirmary is overwhelmed with two nurses right now, so let them go over and help!" Upon hearing that Yu Qingyang arranged the girls to the infirmary and restaurant, Xia Xue felt more relieved and said with a bright smile.

How could she hide her little thoughts from Yu Qingyang, but Yu Qingyang smiled and did not reveal it.

"Then get busy! I'm going back to the infirmary!

Bo!

This is your reward!" Xia Xue kissed Yu Qingyang on the cheek and ran out of the office quickly.

"Haha!" Yu Qingyang touched his face, smiled and shook his head.

There was nothing going on in the office. Yu Qingyang went back to his dormitory and changed into work clothes, preparing to go around the construction site.

This is his habit. As long as he is in the camp, he will go to the construction site every day.

He only has his eyes and ears and never gives instructions on the construction site.

Reporting at higher levels is a taboo, and commanding at higher levels is also a taboo in management.

What's more, he worked his way up from the grassroots level.

We know that many things on the construction site are not necessarily what they seem on the surface.

Therefore, even if he finds a problem, as long as it is not a life-threatening problem, he will not speak up.

As soon as I walked out of the camp, I saw Liang Guanghui, the deputy director of the construction department, coming back angrily.

Liang Guanghui is the newly promoted deputy director of the Construction Department.

"Xiao Liang, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Yu, are you back?" Liang Guanghui hurried over when he heard Yu Qingyang calling him.

"What's going on? Your face has turned purple with anger!" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.

"Alas! I have nothing to do with those black men!

Don’t blame them for being poor, it’s not God’s fault that they are not poor!” Liang Guanghui said angrily.

"Haha, it's not your first day dealing with them, they are like that!

Just ask the foreman to keep an eye on it!

You have to understand, you get what you pay for!

With a salary of one yuan a day, what else are you looking for?"

"Mr. Yu, I know this. It's just that watching them work makes people's livers hurt!

You don’t know how weird they are!”

"How weird can it be? You have nothing else to do, right?

Let’s go and see it together!”

"It's okay..." Liang Guanghui turned around and followed Yu Qingyang out of the camp.

Come to the construction site.

"Mr. Yu, look at this! This is how they work!" Liang Guanghui said, pointing to the mixer.

There are twelve black people responsible for loading the mixer.

This is not the point. The point is that the sand is very close to the mixer.

If it were a Chinese worker, he could just take the shovel and throw it into the hopper.

However, the work of black people is different. They use small carts to push the food into the hopper.

One person is responsible for pretending, and the other person is responsible for pushing.

Each bucket of material requires three carts of sand, and six people, working in pairs, push one cart of sand.

This isn't the weirdest thing.

The most bizarre thing is the cement. One person pushes the cart and two people lift the cement onto the cart.

One bucket of mortar requires two bags of cement (m7.5 mortar, one bucket produces half a square mortar).

Just adding it to the hopper took up another six people.

The division of labor among the twelve people is very clear.

As for adding water, it is the job of the mixer operator.

Seeing the state of the black people working, Yu Qingyang also felt a little pain in his liver.

"Xiao Liang, when arranging the work tomorrow, the sand pushers will be assigned half the number of people!

Three carts, let them load and push them by themselves.

There are only two people assigned to the cement side, don’t give them carts to use, let them carry the cement directly into the hopper!”

"Mr. Yu, if there are not enough arrangements, they will either protest and refuse to do it, or they will drag their feet and delay their use!"

"Give them a set time, how long each jar of mortar takes, it must be completed!

If they can’t finish it, their wages will be deducted and they will leave. If they finish it, they will be given bonuses!”

"How much?"

"Fifty percent of salary!"

"Mr. Yu, this..."

"What? What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried they'll cause trouble, go on strike or something!"

"A riot? A strike?

Are they decorations?

If you dare to cause trouble or go on strike, let them go!

Can you still find workers if you have money?

At worst, go to Butita City to find someone, we will take care of food and accommodation!" Yu Qingyang sneered.

Yu Qingyang invested billions in building an artificial lake not just to avoid taxes.

And also in order to build a good relationship with the Ajigerian government.

One of the purposes is to deal with situations like what Liang Guanghui said.

Local people are making trouble and local workers are on strike.

As long as Yu Qingyang is in charge, there is no need to worry about black people causing trouble, and the government will favor their own citizens.

After leaving the mixer, Yu Qingyang walked and said to Liang Guanghui: "You must learn to guide them and let them understand the truth that the more effort you put in, the more money you can make!

Only then can your family live a good life!

We must learn to set an example!”

"I understand, Mr. Yu!"

"Understand what? You will understand as soon as I say it all day long!

If I don’t say anything, will I just get angry?

You work in construction, use your brain more!

Especially when dealing with workers!

It is better to lead an army than to lead a single man. Managing migrant workers is not that simple. You must learn to use your brain!" Yu Qingyang scolded with a smile.

"Mr. Yu..." Liang Guanghui was scolded by Yu Qingyang, and he scratched his head and didn't know how to answer.

“If you feel that black workers are difficult to manage now, it’s because you have little contact with domestic migrant workers!

If you have more contact with them, you will find that domestic migrant workers are even more difficult to manage!
To be continued...