"Really?"

She thought it was pretty good. Every time she spent money, she had a receipt. She had proof of payment. Wasn't that enough? She saw that other stalls and shops were all like this. Qian Qing even felt a little aggrieved.

Wen Lan was merciless: "The most important thing about accounts is that there is evidence for the money coming in and out. Yes, Comrade Qian, you have evidence every time you spend money. But what is the use of this receipt?"

Wen Lan held a scribbled receipt in her hand and shook it, "What kind of proof can this thing, which doesn't even have a fingerprint on it, be used as?"

Qian Qing shrank back as she was scolded, and replied weakly, "But this receipt was given to me by someone when I went to buy something..."

It's impossible for her to embezzle her own money.

As an accountant, Wen Lan couldn't stand seeing such a mess: "Yes, this is the receipt you issued when you went to buy something. Are you prepared to do all the company's expenses and purchases yourself in the future? If not, then when your employees go to purchase and bring back such a receipt, will you enter the numbers on the receipt into the account without verifying them at all?"

"Also, regarding the labor contracts you signed with your employees, do you have receipts for the monthly wages? Do you have them sign and verify the wages? Do you have a clear monthly tax account? Are the public and private accounts separated?"

Qian Qing was so overwhelmed by the questions that she even had a little sweat on her forehead. She was not a professional accountant, so how could she know that there were so many details involved!

"If you pay employees without verifying their wages, they can later sue you for making a mistake in paying their wages. If you don't separate public and private accounts, it will be very troublesome to have problems later. Also, the company's official and financial seals must be kept safe, as some places need to be stamped."

Fortunately, Wen Lan looked through the receipts, and finally sighed and chose to take the job. Qian Qing's company had only been registered for a few months, so these documents looked a little messy, but they could still be sorted out.

Qian Qing was taught a lesson and asked in a depressed tone, "Is this all? Is there anything else I can do?"

Wen Lan nodded: "I also need an accounting office, one with better privacy."

Qian Qing agreed immediately, and for the first time she wanted to go to school to make up for the missed lessons. She originally thought that although Qingyue's stall was not big, it was at least a formal company. Now it seems that it is still a little far from it. Fortunately, she found a professional in time, otherwise, if she relied on herself, she would have gone further and further down the wrong path.

Wen Lan reviewed the accounts with a critical eye, and then smiled when she saw Qian Qing looked a little shocked: "Boss, although there are many problems with the accounts. But I still have confidence in our Qingyue."

There are so many people in this world who are good at accounting, but she doesn't have the ability to build a company with three stores with just a few hundred dollars within a year.

Qian Qing was not so happy to be coaxed at this moment. She was thinking about whether she should apply for an accounting certificate and take the exam. Although everyone has their own expertise, she couldn't really leave all the accounts to Wen Lan and not take care of anything.

With Wen Lan joining, Qian Qing was very busy for the next few days. Wen Lan redid all the accounts, checked the relevant qualifications and taxes, and quickly made a set of internal and external forms for the company, and set down all the rules for purchase reimbursement.

Qian Qing then realized what professionalism meant. She privately exclaimed to Zhou Hao countless times that college students are worthy of being college students.

Zhou Hao was a little jealous. Recently, his wife kept talking about college students when she came home, and every sentence mentioned Wen Lan. If Wen Lan was not a woman, Zhou Hao would have suspected that his wife had fallen in love with someone else and was fickle.

"Wife, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Qian Qing was unexpectedly given a life-threatening question by Zhou Hao, and now she turned her attention away from her own company and racked her brains to think of a solution.

It's only August, and neither her nor Zhou Hao's birthdays are during this period...

"…What day?"

Zhou Hao had resentment in his eyes. For the first time, he did not come up to Qian Qing to pester her. Instead, he turned over and ignored her.

This was such a rare scene. Qian Qing felt guilty and hugged Zhou Hao from behind: "Tell me, I was just too busy with work and I really can't remember..."

Zhou Hao pried Qian Qing's hands apart, and his whole body looked depressed.

He supports his wife in her business and is very happy for her to have her own career. But how could he forget their most important anniversary?

Qian Qing had no choice but to imitate Zhou Hao and rub against him: "Haohao, Brother Hao...just tell me, as long as you tell me, I promise I will remember it in the future!"

Zhou Hao was so angry that he turned over and stared at Qian Qing with his eyes: "You said it, and you will always remember it if I say it."

Qian Qing raised her right hand: "I swear!"

Zhou Hao was silent for a while, then he pressed the man under him and said, "Let's talk about it later. You definitely didn't prepare any gift for me anyway." He planned to take the gift by himself first.

It was not until dawn that Qian Qing finally remembered.

Her wedding anniversary! It was around this time last year when she and Zhou Hao got married!

Qian Qing pinched Zhou Hao angrily, "Pah! Today is their wedding anniversary, and yesterday was at most the last day before the wedding." Zhou Hao asked suddenly, and she didn't think about it, so he caught her in the act.

Zhou Hao's voice was a little hoarse: "Do you remember?"

Qian Qing bit his arm and turned over to sleep angrily.

****

With professional accounting, Qian Qing also has a preliminary development plan for her assets. Wen Lan is indeed a good student from the provincial university, and she does things in an orderly manner.

In addition to Qingyue's accounts, Wenlan also took on all the expenses and income of the sanitary napkin and hot sauce factories, the canteen and the tobacco and alcohol stand. She also helped Qianqing sort out the connections in these directions.

"You mean, let me register two more companies?" Qian Qing didn't understand why she had to do this. She always felt that one sunny month was enough for her now.

Wen Lan explained to her: "Your current business is very diverse and chaotic. Qingyue, I now understand that you want to build a clothing brand. However, the tobacco and alcohol stand and the canteen are completely individual economic categories. The accounts of the tobacco and alcohol stand and the canteen cannot be managed by Qingyue. And you also have the problem of sanitary napkin sales, which cannot be mixed in. It is best for you to register a company now, specializing in distribution, and expand the scope of business. Include the tobacco and alcohol stand and the canteen. As for sanitary napkins, although you haven't built a factory yet, I still suggest that you think about the brand and do it in the name of a distribution company first. After the factory is built, you don't need to register separately."

Qian Qing thought about it and thought this was a solution. Wen Lan was obviously helping her build the company's framework, so there was nothing wrong with following her lead.

After finishing the business, Qian Qing remembered that Wen Lan had a son, and asked casually, "Is your son going to school?"

Wen Dongdong is seven years old this year, just in primary school.

When Wen Lan saw Qian Qing bring it up, she complained to her with some embarrassment: "Yes, but his household registration is not here, and I haven't figured out how to arrange for him yet."

Qian Qing tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Well, among the schools in Y City now, the better elementary schools are the one on the oil field and the elementary school affiliated to Wutong University. You can go and have a look now that school has just started. If you decide to go to the oil field, I can find some connections here for you, and it should be no problem to pay the borrowing fee. As for the elementary school affiliated to Wutong University...you know that second-hand bookstore in Xiaodongmen?"

How could Wen Lan not know? The accounting office that Qian Qing arranged for her was right at the sanitary napkin sales outlet in Xiaodongmen. She now took her son to the Ding Family Restaurant for dinner every day. Qian Qing simply talked to Uncle Ding and Uncle Ding to waive the rent of the Ding Family Restaurant. The rent every month was used to deduct the meal expenses of Wen Lan and her son. The remaining amount was put on the account. Anyway, Qingyue would definitely have a meal with the employees at the end of the year, so there was no need to worry about not being able to spend the money.

Wen Lan has been living more and more comfortable since she moved to the East Gate of Wutong University. Although Qian Qing's accounts are a bit troublesome, the trouble is not the complicated accounts, but the system structure. As long as the system is well structured, it only takes one or two hours to process the accounts every day, and you only need to be busy at the end of the month and the end of the year.

Wen Dongdong's life became happier every day after he arrived at Xiaodongmen. The apprentices of Uncle Ding Da and Uncle Ding Er all brought their families with them, and the merchants in Xiaodongmen even brought their children to the store. Wen Dongdong had friends to play with every day, and he could also go to Ding's restaurant to watch TV. At the very least, the second-hand bookstore next to Ding's restaurant was also very attractive. You could always find some comic books there. The bookstore owner was an old man who sat behind the counter with a book in his arms all day long, reading without caring whether there were children in the store.

Thinking of the old man who always ate with a book in his arms, Wen Lan was a little confused: "What happened to that bookstore?"

Qian Qing came over and whispered, "You can ask your relatives in the provincial capital to prepare a complete set of martial arts novels and send them to them. That should help your son get into the primary school affiliated to Wutong University."

Wen Lan wasn't sure whether Qian Qing was joking or serious, just about that ordinary old man?

"Don't be fooled by the fact that I enjoy reading martial arts novels now. I am an old professor at Wutong University!"

Qian Qing simply made it clear. She now understood Professor Yan's temper. He was a stubborn but somewhat lovable old man. Wen Lan was not using any backdoors. She just wanted him to help her make some connections. Professor Yan would probably agree for the sake of the martial arts novel.

At the end of August, Qian Yu went back to the oil field again. After seeing the accounting system that Wen Lan had built for Qian Qing, she was also tempted. Her current accounts were also a mess, but because most of them were expenses, it was okay.

So, after several negotiations, Qian Yu handed over all the accounts of the vermicelli factory, pig farm and mushroom factory to Wen Lan.

Wen Lan suddenly took over the accounts of all the people in the Qian family, and her salary increased from the 100 yuan that Qian Qing gave her to 300 yuan with three jobs.

At Wen Lan's suggestion, Qian Yu also registered a company. Unlike Qian Qing's company, Qian Yu's company was a big company named Qian Yu Food Co., Ltd. It had a vermicelli factory, a pig farm and a mushroom breeding base.

Wen Lan also suggested that they write down all the shares and investment ratios in the contract and put them on paper. Qian Qing spent 500 yuan and asked a teacher from the law department of Wutong University to help prepare the contract, which formally stated the shares of the four members of the Qian family and was notarized and registered.