Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 166 We Can't Lack Talent

"Dong dong dong..."

The dormitory door was knocked on, breaking the silence.

Cao Long was woken up and rushed over in one stride: "Who is it?"

"Cao Long, it's me, Jiang Yang." Jiang Yang's voice came from outside the door.

"Brother Yang! You're finally back!" Cao Long quickly opened the door, his face beaming with excitement. "What are your instructions?"

When Jiang Yang saw Cao Long, he smiled and got down to business: "You'd better keep a close eye on the school's job fair next Saturday!"

"Don't worry, Brother Yang!" Cao Long patted his chest and assured him, "Leave this to me, just watch!"

"This recruitment drive will focus on hiring graduates from economics and management departments." Jiang Yang sat in his chair, crossing his legs. "Our company is expanding rapidly, and the management team must keep up!"

He wants to build a business empire, but technology alone is not enough; he also needs talent who understand management and business operations.

"Also, keep an eye on the young key personnel in research institutes," Jiang Yang added. "My research institute can't afford to lack talent!"

However, Jiang Yang emphasized: "Remember one thing, it's not about the quantity of people, but the quality!"

He wants elites, capable generals who can stand alone.

Cao Long took out his notebook and quickly started taking notes.

He never dared to be careless about anything Jiang Yang asked him to do.

“Oh, right, Yang-ge,” Cao Long closed his notebook and then remembered something else, “I contacted Beijing TV station, and they said they’ll be doing an exclusive interview with you!”

"An exclusive interview?" Jiang Yang raised an eyebrow.

This is a good opportunity for publicity; I can take this chance to promote my company and research institute.

"Okay, I got it." Jiang Yang nodded. "Keep an eye on this for me too."

"No problem!" Cao Long readily agreed. "Brother Yang, is there anything else?"

"That's all for now." Jiang Yang waved his hand. "Go ahead and get busy. Remember to contact Senior Brother Hu Kang."

"Okay!" Cao Long replied and turned to leave the dormitory.

After finishing his work, Jiang Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, stretched, and decided to take care of some personal business.

Jiang Yang arrived at the school's literary society, where only Dong Xin was present.

She was looking intently at something and didn't even notice someone walking in.

"Dong Xin," Jiang Yang called softly.

"Hey, Jiang Yang, you're back!"

Dong Xin looked up, saw Jiang Yang, and a surprised smile appeared on her face.

Jiang Yang sat down opposite Dong Xin. "What are you busy with?"

"I'm looking at the promotional materials for the job fair," Dong Xin said, pointing to the draft on the table.

"Oh? Let me see." Jiang Yang became interested.

The copywriting is very creative, and the accompanying pictures are also very beautiful; it's clear that a lot of effort was put into it.

"Excellent! Very good!" Jiang Yang nodded repeatedly after reading it. "Dong Xin, your literary society has made great progress these days!"

He exclaimed in genuine admiration that the copywriting was even better than he had imagined.

"This is all thanks to you, Jiang Yang!" Dong Xin said modestly. "Sister Lin Wei said she has learned a lot from you these past few days!"

Dong Xin looked at Jiang Yang with eyes full of admiration.

Jiang Yang smiled without saying a word.

The master leads you in. Cultivation is personal.

However, Lin Wei's progress greatly boosted his confidence in running a newspaper and magazine in the future.

After briefly learning about his recent situation, Jiang Yang left the literary society and found a phone booth.

"Beep...beep..."

The long, drawn-out tone characteristic of ocean-going telephones echoed in Jiang Yang's ears.

"Hello? Jiang Yang?"

Xu Nian's voice came through.

"Xu Nian, it's me." Jiang Yang gripped the microphone tightly, his voice steady.

"Jiang Yang! Great news!" Xu Nian exclaimed eagerly, "I've connected you with one of the most advanced garment production lines in the US! The technology there is absolutely world-class!"

If Yangxin were to use this production line, wouldn't its productivity skyrocket?

“Listen, Jiang Yang, with this production line, your productivity will increase several times over! Labor and costs will be greatly reduced! It’s something you can’t even dream of!” Xu Nian became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice even changing slightly. “Moreover, I’ve also negotiated a very ideal price for you!”

Jiang Yang listened, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Xu Nian's efficiency is indeed high!

"Xu Nian, you did a great job on this." Jiang Yang praised without reservation. "Here's what you're doing. You'll be in full charge of this matter overseas. Just let me know if you need anything."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Nian's voice was filled with undisguised smugness as he readily agreed.

Jiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

With this production line, the development of "Yangxin" clothing will reach a new level!

Jiang Yang never expected that this good news would cause a huge uproar in the "Yangxin Garment" factory.

"What? You want to import the American production line?"

"Then what do we do? Shouldn't we all pack our bags and get out?"

"No way! We can't let this lousy assembly line in!"

……

The workers huddled together, discussing the matter, their faces filled with worry and anger.

If machines replace people, then people will lose their jobs!

"Let's go! Let's go find President Chu!"

"Yes! Let's go find her! We need an explanation!"

The workers were outraged and quickly reached a consensus.

They want to collectively resist Yangxin's introduction of advanced assembly line equipment and ensure the tangible interests of every worker.

In an instant, the roar of the machines in the factory disappeared, replaced by the cacophony of voices and footsteps.

The workers marched in a large group toward Chu Lan's office; a protest was about to take place.

"President Chu! President Chu!"

"We want to see President Chu!"

"Yangxin" cannot be introduced into the assembly line!

The workers arrived outside Chu Lan's office and protested loudly.

Chu Lan, who was working on documents in her office, frowned when she heard the commotion outside.

What's going on with all this noise in broad daylight?

"What's going on? What are you all doing gathered here?" Chu Lan walked out, her face full of displeasure.

“President Chu, we heard that the company is going to introduce an assembly line from the United States?” A worker representative stepped forward.

"Yes, Mr. Chu, is this true?"

"If we introduce assembly lines, will we all lose our jobs?"

The workers all stared at Chu Lan, waiting for her reply.

Chu Lan then realized what had happened.

The workers were worried that they would lose their jobs after the assembly line was introduced.

"Quiet down, everyone! Quiet down!" Chu Lan raised her voice. "Buying the production line is to increase the company's production capacity. This is a decision made by the boss!"

She paused, then said firmly, "Moreover, I believe this decision is correct!"

"Bullshit! Correct my ass!" a burly worker cursed. "If the machines do all the work, how are we supposed to starve?"

"Yes! We don't care if it's right or wrong, we just want a job!"

"Without a job, how will my family survive?"

"Yangxin cannot be mass-produced!"

The workers' emotions became even more intense, and their shouts rose in waves, almost lifting the roof off.

Seeing the workers' strong reaction, Chu Lan's expression turned ugly.