Wu Pandi wrapped her hair with a towel, surrounded by a dozen large cartons. Unlike the goods that arrived a few days ago, these cartons were numbered, and some numbers that Qian Qing couldn't understand were written on them with a thick oil-based pen.

Although she couldn't understand the numbers, Qian Qing was still shocked by the warehouse's brand new look. It turned out that when she was working on the warehouse, she didn't decorate the house very exquisitely. First, this place is a warehouse, not a store, and it doesn't matter how well it is decorated. As long as the house is not damp and the clothes are not damaged by the sun, it will be fine. Second, because she didn't have much experience, things like warehouses still need to be adjusted according to the time of use. If she directly decorated this place with a lattice frame, what should she do if it is not convenient to use later? Is it necessary to tear down the places that have been decorated with money?

But now the warehouse is very different. Wu Pandi got the big cardboard box from somewhere, and then she made partitions with cardboard shells. There is also a layer of felt cloth under the warehouse. It looks like something that Ding Jie had sent over when he shipped goods from the south.

With this arrangement, the originally crowded warehouse seemed much more spacious. In addition, Wu Pandi was holding a stack of papers in her hand with forms written and drawn on them, which made it very clear.

Seeing that it was Qian Qing who came, Wu Pandi stood up a little embarrassedly to greet her, and then told Qian Qing roughly what she was doing.

Qian Qing took the paper from Wu Pandi's hand while she was stammering, and thought in her heart that she was a promising talent.

She had thought about this before. As Qingyue opened more and more stores, she naturally had to standardize the shipping and purchase orders and numbers, just like ordinary factory shipments, with a code to track which style is selling well. However, this is still in the conceptual stage. Qian Qing's idea is to wait until she finalizes the OEM factory before talking about this. After all, her Qingyue is still in the wild growth stage. It's not that she doesn't standardize some things, but she really doesn't have enough manpower to standardize them.

As a result, Wu Pandi gave her a surprise. Wu Pandi numbered all the clothing styles, classified them into tops, bottoms, skirts, etc., and found a number to represent them. The three digits following it were the style number.

In this way, it will be convenient to find clothes as long as you remember the numbering rules.

The form in Wu Pandi's hand is a delivery note, which can record all the goods taken away by each store. In this way, when facing the numbers later, she only needs to check the documents and then check the inventory.

After explaining her approach, Wu Pandi looked at Qian Qing with trepidation. Ever since she started working for Qian Qing, Qian Qing had been encouraging them to innovate, saying that if their ideas were useful, she would give them bonuses.

She didn't tell Qian Qing about the number and form in advance, but tried to do it herself, thinking that she would show it to Qian Qing after she had adjusted it. She didn't expect Qian Qing to have time to come and see the warehouse today.

Qian Qing is never stingy with her praise for her employees' positive and enterprising spirit.

“Excellent job!”

Although there are still some areas that need improvement, being able to have this idea and get things done ahead of time has already demonstrated my ability.

After Qian Qing finished praising Wu Pandi, she thought of something: "If everything goes well in a few days, we will have an accountant here. You can learn from her and finalize our invoice and numbering matters."

Qian Qing looked at Wu Pandi deeply and said, "When the time comes, you should be smarter and get closer to others and learn from them."

Qian Qing had not studied any professional courses, but she had heard some sayings, such as "trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people if you don't trust them." But she felt that this saying was not right, and it sounded like a leader's saying to fool his subordinates. Human nature is always complicated, and the most complicated part is that people always change. If she just threw things to her subordinates and just sat there waiting to make money, it wouldn't be long before her Qingyue couldn't continue.

So now that she is going to be equipped with an accountant to get Haruki back on track, she naturally needs to do a good job of checks and balances among the employees.

On the sanitary napkins front, You Fangru and Xu Ahua worked together, and they not only worked together but also supervised each other.

As for Qingyue, among the three people who look after the store, Yang Hua is the one in charge. Among the remaining candidates, it would be best to promote Wu Panditi to be in charge of some chores of Qingyue. She can also serve as a working partner with the accountant who has not arrived yet.

"We at Qingyue encourage the development of our employees. You can also study accounting courses on your own and take relevant exams. If you pass, we will reimburse all the exam expenses."

Wu Pandi's face flushed with excitement. This was her chance, and she would definitely seize it! As long as she earned more money, she would definitely be able to avoid the same fate as her elder sister!

After encouraging the employees, Qian Qing went to Aunt Hua again and watched Xie Yun chattering on the phone for more than twenty minutes before finally hanging up with satisfaction.

Xie Yun nodded at Qian Qing, who looked hopeful: "My cousin said that she could bring her children over to visit. As for whether to stay, we should talk about it after you meet."

Qian Qing was relieved immediately. She was not bragging. The treatment she was offering and the environment at Xiaodongmen were enough to make the other party not want to leave! Didn't you see how cool Professor Yan, that weird guy, was living in Xiaodongmen now? When she went there a few days ago, she saw that he had gained a lot of weight.

"It's my duty!"

Xie Yun didn't stay in the city for long. He had just got a batch of culture bags of Coprinus comatus in Hongshan Town and was waiting to go back to check on them. So he entrusted the matter of picking up relatives to Qian Qing.

Qian Qing was naturally happy to accept it. She asked about the other party's train schedule and went to pick them up in advance with Wu Pandi.

*****

On the clanging train, Wen Lan sat in the window seat with her son in her arms, her mind filled with uncertainty about the road ahead.

A few years ago, she would never have thought that her husband would become such a shameless person. When he went to the countryside, he was still a man who could talk to her about poetry and authors with a book in hand, but now he is a middle-aged man who lies in his rented house all day long, complains about everything, and hates that his talent is not appreciated.

He tried several times to take the college entrance examination, but he just failed. Later, the college entrance examination had an age limit, and he was even more depressed. He blamed the times and the country for all the tragedies in his life, and he always told his son to study hard and immigrate abroad in the future.

After Wen Lan graduated, her husband became even more aggressive in forcing her to take him abroad.

Wen Lan felt that this was extremely ironic. Why did he think he could go abroad? It was said that college students were the chosen ones, but how many universities were there in the country? Even for students from the top two universities, it was extremely difficult to go abroad. Not to mention that she was already married with children, and it was difficult to get a visa.

Besides, what was her reason to go abroad? Her family and friends were all in the country. What would she gain by giving up everything and leaving her homeland?

But what Wen Lan could never have imagined was that in order to force her, her husband would go to the workplace to ruin her reputation. His purpose was to ruin her iron rice bowl so that she would be determined to take him abroad.

Wen Lan felt dizzy whenever she thought about the days before her divorce. Her divorce was so difficult that it took her two years to get it done.

But her life did not get better after the divorce. Her ex-husband still chased her and harassed her at her workplace, which made her miserable. She and her son moved several times. She could only work part-time and was responsible for the accounts of several families at the same time.

Until a few days ago, Xie Yun called her at her residence...

Xie Yun's words were very realistic. Since she couldn't stay in the provincial capital, she might as well live somewhere else. Although Y City was not big, Xie Yun said that the company was developing very fast, and the boss was a very sensible person who didn't mind her troubles at all.

So, Wen Lan became interested as soon as she heard this. She quit her job in the provincial capital and gave up the house.

She had made up her mind that even if the job here was not good, she would not go back to the provincial capital. Not only had she been exhausted in the past two years, but her children were also worried. If this job was not suitable for her, she would rather work as an accountant in Y City than go back to the provincial capital.

"Mom, are we almost there?"

Wen Lan looked out the window: "Yeah, we're almost there."

Her son is seven years old this year. He has inherited her intelligence. However, after the hardships of the past few years, the once lively son has become more silent and well-behaved.

"...Dongdong, are you hungry?"

Wen Dongdong shook his head, his face full of obedience: "I'm not hungry."

The train ride lasts four or five hours, how can he not be hungry? But now that he is hungry, his mother can't find him anything to eat, so he just won't be hungry.

Wen Lan touched her son's hair lovingly and said, "Let's go to the station and have something to eat."

She didn't regret the divorce, but the person she owed the most in her life was her son.

The train arrived at the station with a whistle. Wen Dongdong and Wen Lan were both holding bags and were squeezed crooked by the crowd. After finally getting out of the train station, Wen Lan was about to take her son to a small stall next to the station to eat a bowl of noodles when she suddenly saw a beautiful and outstanding young woman in front of her holding a large piece of thick cardboard with her name written on it.

Wen Lan walked over hesitantly: "Hello, I'm Wen Lan."

The young woman opposite smiled, put down the paper shell in her hand, and quickly came over to take the big bag in her hand.

"Hello, hello. I'm Qian Qing. I'm the boss of...Qingyue."

Qian Qing felt a little awkward when saying the word "boss". Although her business was not small, usually not many people called her "boss".

"Xie Yun went to Hongshan Town with my sister, so I'm here to pick you up today. Did you have a smooth journey?"

Wen Lan originally thought that she would have to wait until she was settled before going to talk to Qingyue's boss about the job, but she didn't expect that the other party would come directly to pick up the car.

He was immediately flattered and said, "If everything goes well, it will only take four or five hours."

"Four or five hours is exhausting enough, waiting for the bus, squeezing here and there... Have you not had lunch yet?"

Wen Lan was about to say that it was not necessary when she saw Qian Qing shouting a few times in the distance, then turned around and explained to her: "This station has two exits, and I was afraid that you would take the other one, so I asked an employee to go over and wait. You are with the children, so let's not eat here. The food sold outside the station is not clean. I have arranged a place for you to stay, so we can go over there."

Wen Lan felt relieved. The other party was so considerate, and it seemed that he valued the job he discussed with her. This was fine. As long as the job was stable enough and the person was easy to get along with, she would be willing to accept it even if the salary was a little lower.

Wu Pandi squeezed over from the other side of the station. Remembering what Qian Qing had said about her studying hard with this accountant who was a college graduate, she immediately and attentively helped him carry the bag.

Qian Qing stopped two tricycles. In the past two years, social trends have changed rapidly. More and more people have started businesses and made fortunes. As a result, these tricycles, which are mainly used to carry people, have appeared around the railway station. They have a roof directly on top, and can be used to carry people or goods. The only drawback is that they are a bit bumpy. When sitting on the small pony on top, your head will hit the top shelf from time to time.

Qian Qing quickly grabbed Wen Dongdong, who was about to hit his head on the shelf, and said a little embarrassedly: "Our place is not as good as the provincial capital. There are usually few cars here." The provincial capital now has noodles for serial operators.

Wen Lan hugged her son and said indifferently, "Not many people are riding here. A bus from the provincial capital costs several yuan, and usually not many people are willing to do so."

"That's true."

The tricycle bumped and bumped, and finally the group arrived at the East Gate of Wutong University. Qian Qing paid fifty cents for the fare, and together with Wu Pandi, helped Wen Lan carry her bag, and the group walked to the Little East Gate.

It was past dinner time and the Ding family restaurant had just been cleaned up. Uncle Ding and Uncle Ding were having lunch. Ding Ming was holding his one-year-old son, who had just learned to walk, with his legs around him and was also trying hard to eat his meal.

Seeing Qian Qing coming with her people, Uncle Ding hurriedly greeted her: "Qingqing is here? Come in and sit down."

Since the Ding Family Restaurant opened, Qian Qing has come here several times, either with Zhou Hao or with employees. This is the first time she has come here with a stranger, and Uncle Ding is curious and ready to show off his cooking skills so as not to let his niece down.

Qian Qing brought the people in and ordered food from Uncle Ding: "There are children here, uncle, please help me make some light dishes. Do you have soda in the store? Open a few bottles for me."

Uncle Ding cleaned the rice in his bowl and took out a few bottles of orange-yellow soda from behind the counter. He smiled and said, "It just arrived. It's still cold."

Wen Dongdong looked at Wen Lan, and only picked up the soda on the table and started drinking after Wen Lan nodded.

It was the height of summer, and after sitting on the train for a long time, not only the children, but also the adults could hardly stand the heat. Wen Lan also picked up the soda and drank half a bottle.

Uncle Ding was quick and served several dishes in a short while.

Chinese cabbage with garlic, stir-fried pork, stir-fried zucchini with tomatoes, shredded pork with fish flavor, and a big bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.

Wen Dongdong ate without raising his head, obviously he was very hungry. Wen Lan was taking care of her son while eating, and she was still worried about how to answer Qian Qing. Normally, she should have seen the other party's business progress before saying whether to agree or not, but the other party was picking her up and entertaining her, if the other party asked about it after the meal, she would be embarrassed to push it back.

Qian Qing was sympathetic and felt Wen Lan's tangle, so she quickly gave her a reassurance: "You must be tired after sitting in the car for half a day. Let's not talk about work for now. After dinner, I will take you to find a place to live and settle down first. We can talk about everything tomorrow."

There was no place to live in Xiaodongmen, even Uncle Ding and Uncle Ding Er rented a house near the school. Qian Qing simply asked Uncle Ding to find an empty house nearby and brought Wen Lan and Wen Dongdong to live there.

After everything was arranged, Qian Qing also agreed with Wen Lan to meet the next day, and then left with Wu Pandyi.

Wen Dongdong hugged Wen Lan's thighs and said, "Mom, are we going to live here?"

Wen Lan bent down and asked: "Dongdong, do you want to live here?"

Wen Dongdong nodded, a little embarrassed: "The meal just now was delicious."

Wen Lan felt a pain in her heart. During the years she lived in the provincial capital, especially in the past two years, her son had suffered a lot following her in order to avoid the harassment of her ex-husband.

"Then let's stay here, and we'll go to the restaurant every day from now on."

Wen Lan made up her mind that as long as there were no major problems with Qian Qing's accounts, she would take the job.

*****

The next day, Qian Qing suggested that Wen Lan leave Wen Dongdong at the Ding Family Restaurant. Ding Ming would take care of his son anyway, and there were a group of acquaintances watching over Xiaodongmen, so nothing would go wrong. Wen Lan thought about it and agreed, leaving Wen Dongdong at Xiaodongmen. Qian Qing took Wen Lan to introduce them.

The first thing to go to is the two-story building in Xiaodongmen. Qian Qing took out the contract she signed with the tenants here, as well as some rental receipts.

Wen Lan frowned when she saw the huge pile of receipts...

Then Qian Qing took Wenlan to visit the shops on the shopping street, and then took her to a small department store to introduce her tobacco and alcohol stand and canteen. Then she took out a bunch of purchase orders, receipts, and the receipt for the freezer she bought a few days ago from a metal box.

Wen Lan looked at the messy pile of invoices and receipts, and her eyelids twitched a few times...

Finally, Qian Qing took Wen Lan to see Qian's mother's hot sauce factory which was already in operation, and introduced the Sancheng pig farm and Yicheng vermicelli factory which she also owned.

Since she started her business, Qian Qing had never thoroughly counted her assets like this. After showing her around, Qian Qing felt proud for once. After all, she started from scratch, and she multiplied the few hundred yuan she had in a year by so many times. Qian Qing felt a little ashamed and a little proud.

Before she could finish being proud, Wen Lan couldn't help herself.

"Comrade Qian Qing, I have to say that your accounts are really messy."