But for some unknown reason, the higher-ups called today and said that the Finance Department is temporarily not allowed to recruit new people, not even temporary workers.

Senior executives are just people who get paid to work, and they can't talk back to the boss.

She could only speak apologetically: "Peng Nuan, there is such a situation..."

Before he could finish his words, the office door was pushed open.

The administrative staff at the front desk who was once so charming now had a look of panic on her face.

"Director Gao, no, this is bad! The tax bureau is here! They want to open the warehouse!"

"What?! What are you doing? Why don't you have any news? Where is the person?"

"We're already downstairs at the company!"

Without caring about Peng Nuan, Manager Gao pushed her away and ran out.

"Hurry up, everyone take out what needs to be taken out."

"Don't follow me anymore. Go clean up the office."

"The warehouse is usually locked. Just say you can't find the key and delay it as long as possible."

At the senior manager's command, the entire third floor was thrown into chaos.

The two departments that make finance tremble are either taxation or auditing.

Today, the leader of the tax bureau was a stranger, and he was obviously well prepared. He didn't look at the account book or the inventory list, but was focused on taking inventory.

"According to the data you reported, you only have one warehouse with such a large inventory every year?"

"No, sir, we are making calligraphy and painting artworks. They are small but of great value."

"Oh, it's valuable? Then it has to be kept properly. We can't just throw it away like garbage. It's perfect. Let's go and appreciate it."