However, according to Liu Luanxiong's meaning, it seems that he wants to make a fuss. Since that's the case, when building an 8-inch wafer factory in the future, he can bring him in and share the risks together.

A 8-inch wafer factory has an investment of more than one billion US dollars, no matter how much Fu Song has, it is a bit unbearable!

Liu Luanxiong got what he wanted and said happily: "Brother Fu, is it a matter of determination?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "A gentleman's word is as good as hell! Brother Liu, wafer factories are a long-lasting business and may not make a lot of money in the short term, but I can guarantee that in twenty years, you will never regret your choice today!"

Liu Luanxiong waved his hand and said, "Brother Fu is a man of Zhicheng. I am the same as me. I dare to invest in the wafer factory because I believe in Brother Fu's vision!"

Fu Song felt aroused and said with a smile: "Brother Liu trusts me so much, I am really flattered, but this thing is like stock trading, and it is impossible to keep winning, unless..."

Liu Luanxiong asked curiously: "Unless what?"

Fu Song drew an upward curve in the void with his index finger on his right hand and said, "Unless I follow the trend, I often say that even a pig can fly when standing on the wind. Brother Liu, although I have gained something for many years, I have actually lost my luck. I just stood on the wind, so I was blown by the strong wind, haha, and I got up."

Liu Luanxiong laughed loudly and pointed at Fu Song and said, "Brother Fu, you are too modest. Choosing the right trend is also a skill. It is not based on luck, but a unique vision. Brother Fu, you have gathered everyone together this time, do you think that Shanghai Pudong is the next trend?"

Fu Song nodded slightly and said, "Shanghai Pudong is different from the chip industry and the Internet industry. I firmly believe that today in Shenzhen is the tomorrow of Pudong. Pudong not only has a broader economic hinterland, but also intends to build Pudong into a financial center in the mainland. I think Brother Liu should not want to miss this opportunity, right?"

Liu Luanxiong fisted and palmed each other, and said excitedly: "Since Brother Fu is willing to take this head, I definitely can't fall behind, brother."

Fu Song's itinerary these days was very tight, so he refused all kinds of banquets. He ate some food in his hotel at noon, took a break, and then rushed to the next inspection location.

When he arrived at the destination, as soon as he got off the bus, Yan Yuanchao came up, "Mr. Fu, welcome."

While shook hands with him, Fu Song looked at the two buildings in front of him and asked, "General Manager Yan, why don't you find a better office location?"

Yan Yuanchao smiled and said, "This is an abandoned industrial factory. It doesn't look good from the outside, but the inside is well decorated. It has air conditioning, beds and gym. If you don't want to go home at night, you can sleep inside."

Fu Song said helplessly: "It seems that you have brought the overtime culture here too."

Yan Yuanchao said: "Who doesn't work overtime? Don't work overtime? Haha, then wait to be eliminated. Besides, our company has such good treatment and enough overtime pay, so what else is there to be unsatisfied? Even foreigners give us thumbs up and praise us for being kind and righteous, hehe."

One sentence choked Fu Song. It wasn’t that I had to be Zhou Bapi, Huang Shiren. The market competition is too fierce. Others do this. If they don’t do this, they will only drive out good money.

While walking in, Fu Song asked, "Does the employees from the mainland complain about anything?"

Yan Yuanchao was confused: "What are you complaining about?"

Seeing that Lao Yan was not pretending to be confused, Fu Song had to say, "Thank you, complaining that they do the same job as foreigners, and get different wages."

Yan Yuanchao blinked, as if he had heard a huge joke, and it took him a long time to laugh out loud.

Fu Song felt inexplicably and asked, "No, why are you laughing at?"

Yan Yuanchao laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out. He said angrily: "Mr. Fu, oh, you are such a full man, you don't know that the hungry man is hungry. Before our mainland technicians came to Xiangjiang, their monthly salary was only about one hundred yuan, and they often couldn't pay it out. Some even had the units dissolved, and their wives and children were hungry, so they could only go out to practice stalls and ride tricycles. Life was hard!"

Speaking of this, he could no longer laugh and said in a deep voice: "Many of them are the backbone and top talents of the original unit. They are in their early thirties and forties. They are the best time for a person to live in their life. That's it... Alas, if it weren't for our company, they would probably have lived like this in the future. Here, they are managed by food and accommodation alone, and the basic salary alone is more than ten times the past. In addition to business trip subsidies, bonuses, and benefits, at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a year, which is a lot! Mr. Fu, in fact, our mainland technicians are the best. They are not only hard-working, but also work very hard. Even if there is no overtime pay, everyone will not have any complaints."

Fu Song smiled bitterly and sighed: "Thirty or forty thousand yuan a year, this amount of money is not enough for foreigners' half a month's salary."

But what can he do? Increase the salary of mainland employees to the same as foreigners, with an annual salary of 50,000 or 60,000 US dollars. If this is the case, it will probably take less than two years and Yuanwang Technology will have to close down.

At this moment, he once again realized the ruthlessness of capital. It was not that he had no conscience and wanted to exploit it, but as the spokesperson of capital, in order to achieve sustainable development of capital, he had to abandon those illusory sense of morality and let capital go lightly.

Yan Yuan Dynasty disagreed with Fu Song's feelings. In his opinion, a boss like Mr. Fu is a very kind person. A person who can enter Yuanwang Technology is a blessing that he has cultivated for eight lifetimes.

A household worth 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a year, and a household worth 100,000 yuan for three years!

Not to mention him, as a veteran of Yuanwang Technology, his salary and treatment are the top in the company, and they are even no less than foreigners.

What other bicycle is needed for such treatment?

Fu Song took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mentality, and his eyes became cold. He blamed him for not being able to commit suicide. The fate of this generation of people has long been destined to burn themselves and illuminate others.

What he can do may be to give the "workers" the respect they deserve within their ability so that they can live more dignified.

There was nothing he could do other than that.

As soon as he entered the building, Fu Song felt a burst of air conditioning coming to his face, dispelling the heat all over his body.

"Mr. Fu, this building is made of operating systems and software. The building next to it is a chip R&D center. However, there are few people there and there are many people here. Later, some people were diverted to work next door."
Chapter completed!