Zhang Hongcheng sometimes gets annoyed by things like landline phones.
Although it was a great honor to have such a phone in the office in 1975, when his immediate superior started to call this phone, Zhang Hongcheng felt that this phone was somewhat disgusting.
"You're a good kid."
Minister Li's tone when he was scolding people today was surprisingly calm.
In the past, he always cursed people passionately.
"A few thousand dollars in net profit, haha, in your opinion, it's still not worth mentioning, right?"
"Not bad," the old man said calmly, "very good."
To be honest, Zhang Hongcheng was not afraid of Minister Li's scolding. Instead, it was this sour and official attitude that made him feel uneasy.
His mind was also racing.
——That’s not right. He knows the people around him clearly.
——Who tipped off this old man?
——The spring snowstorm in Shanghai had just dissipated a few days ago, and he hadn’t even warmed up the money he had received.
"Minister, am I not good at math? I calculate the gross profit every day and every time I make mistakes, there are always a few cents that don't add up."
"Don't underestimate these few cents. I heard that what people fear most when doing accounting is adding or missing a few cents."
"How dare I rush to report to you when the accounts haven't been settled yet?"
Minister Li paused slightly.
"So, the reason you didn't report your profits on time is because I didn't assign you an accountant?"
"Stop playing dumb with me!"
There was a popping sound coming from the other end of the phone, but Zhang Hongcheng felt relieved.
"Tell me, how much did you earn this time?"
"Probably only about one or two thousand yuan..."
The tone on the phone paused again.
"I'll give you one more chance to speak!"
"Buyer, I'm not very good at math. Probably, maybe, a little more than two thousand..."
"Don't dawdle!"
"How about three thousand, no, four thousand?"
"Well, brat, you're just splitting the spoils with me? Still want more?!?"
"Zhang Hongcheng, straighten your attitude and tell the truth!"
Zhang Hongcheng shuddered and answered decisively.
"Reporting to the leader, this time we made 8,322.67 yuan!"
"Well, it was an accidental profit. I just wanted to help out..."
He didn't know that Minister Li was quickly unbuttoning his discipline button, his old eyes shining brightly.
You are so good, Zhang Hongcheng. More than 8,000 is what you call "a little over 2,000".
If Minister Du had not inexplicably congratulated him yesterday, he would not have known how big this "small business" Zhang Hongcheng was doing in Shanghai.
In just twenty days, more than 20,000 charcoal baskets that the guesthouse had entrusted to hundreds of coal stations in Shanghai for sale were sold out.
And how did this guy report to himself before?
The things made by the woodworking workshop [with high-tech technology] can't make much impact...
It won’t have much impact - several units in Shanghai have made collective purchases.
"Not doing your job! You're a typical example!"
"It's a good guesthouse, but it can't earn a penny from accommodation fees."
Minister Li's cursing tone finally returned to normal.
"You keep your mind on other things all day long."
"Did you know that during the departmental evaluations for model workers this time, you were nearly eliminated because your main job was so poor?"
Zhang Hongcheng's eyes lit up when he was about to make an excuse.
Hey!
The model worker who can be questioned by Minister Li must at least be at the Corps level, right?
"I promise to immediately organize all employees to study and improve, and strive to produce good results next month."
"Minister, I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow. Three thousand, no, four thousand..."
"Five thousand three hundred and twenty-two dollars and sixty-seven cents! I'll give it all back to you. The rest will be your guesthouse's office expenses for this year."
"Just be happy in secret, and don't accuse me, Old Li, of not giving my subordinates a chance to survive."
Zhang Hongcheng curled his lips after hearing this.
You speak as if you have ever allocated a penny to the Shanghai Guesthouse.
But for the sake of the "Model Worker", he still has to coax Minister Li.
"Of course you should take good care of us."
Minister Li frowned as he listened. He always felt that the boy opposite him was implying something about him.
The matter of the Corps’ model workers had actually been discussed at the meeting long ago.
Zhang Hongcheng's selection also broke several records in the Corps' evaluation of model workers.
The most important thing is his age. He is not even 21 years old, but he is a Corps-level model worker, and he is among the top three!
This caused a lot of private discussion and objections among many people.
Because the top three are destined to be recommended for the All-G Model Worker award.
If he and several corps leaders had not strongly suppressed it, some of their subordinates would have even tried to make a fuss about the main performance of Zhang Hongcheng's guesthouse.
It's also for his own good to let this kid focus on his main business.
At the very least, the guesthouse’s accommodation income cannot be zero.
In fact, Minister Li thinks the current situation is very good.
If this guy can really help the department earn 5,000 yuan in net profit per month, that would be 60,000 yuan a year!
He and several leaders in the corps remained silent.
Minister Li openly criticized Zhang Hongcheng for dishonest accounting, but in fact it was the Corps that was truly dishonest.
Although the Corps handles a lot of materials and money every year, the actual available surplus is actually very tight.
Besides, which guesthouse is profitable these days? It all depends on who loses more or less.
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