"Then I don't care. I've issued the task, so how you carry it out is your business. I just want tractors."
One sentence from Luo Chong nearly made Lin Fei jump out of his skin in panic, but his next words immediately soothed the director again.
"Still, you don't need to worry. This task isn't mandatory. My bottom line is that before the first day of the Fourteenth Month, you must produce at least four more tractors. If you produce fewer than four, that means you haven't taken this seriously, and I'll punish you.
"If you can produce ten, all the workers and researchers involved in the project will receive an extra month's wages as a year-end bonus. Produce twenty, and you'll receive a two-month year-end bonus. Those who work diligently and contribute to the team will be given priority when new factories are established in the south two years from now and officials are selected."
He had laid out the bottom line, the rewards, and a bright future. As for how far they could go, that would depend on them.
After hearing this, Lin Fei was no longer anxious. Instead, he brimmed with fighting spirit. He didn't particularly care about becoming an official or anything like that, because he had already reached the highest position possible. Of the Han Tribe's only two central government research institutes, he was the director of one. Although he didn't manage as many people as the prefects did, his status was no lower than theirs. It was just that the country had not yet been founded, and the ranks of officials in the various departments had not been clearly established, making it difficult to compare their positions.
What Lin Fei cared about was the two-month year-end bonus. That was no small sum.
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