Zhou Mo had a moment of doubt, "That shouldn't be the case. I clicked it three times."
The stretcher was brought in by two small vans. Zhou Mo watched them unloading the goods and she still remembers where they were placed.
The items delivered must be put into storage and signed for.
After ordering, the order form must be registered and then handed over to the data entry staff to enter the materials and quantities into the database.
The current situation is that the warehouse database clearly shows that there are ten stretchers, but now there are only nine left.
Once the other goods on the pickup truck are ready, it will be parked at the door of the warehouse. After loading these ten stretchers, they can set off.
But now we can’t leave on time because the number of stretchers doesn’t match.
When the goods were put into storage, the signature on the list was Zhou Mo. When investigating this matter, of course we have to start from Zhou Mo, the source.
"Thirty stretchers were delivered at that time," Zhou Mo said, trying to recall the scene. "I asked them to arrange them in groups of ten, and I counted them three times."
Thirty things, Zhou Mo felt that she shouldn't have counted them wrong, but at this moment she had been standing outside for a long time and had only eaten half of her meal. She was tired and hungry, and her mind was not very clear, so she could not remember clearly.
"What about the warehouse?" Zhou Mo suddenly asked, "Is there no problem with the warehouse?"
There were thirty stretchers, but now only nine are left. They must have been shipped out in the meantime.
Pang Yuan said, "Twenty were taken away in one trip out of the warehouse."
Zhou Mo: "Nothing went wrong with the shipment?"
Pang Yuan turned around and asked the people around him, "Who is responsible for shipping out the warehouse?"
Everyone looked at each other, but no one took the initiative to claim it.
Zhou Mo: "Look at the warehouse order, who signed it?"
He immediately contacted the database entry staff and found the outbound delivery order, which was signed by "Qi Yan".
Qi Yan was indeed confused. He immediately took the form and asked, "When did I sign it? I don't remember signing it."
"Your name is on it all." Pang Yuan saw that it was Qi Yan and didn't want to ask any more questions. "Are you too tired and busy to remember? Never mind, let's just leave it at that. I'll tell the delivery driver, and then talk to the people over at Manshan. It shouldn't be a big deal if one person is missing."
"It really wasn't me," Qi Yan said with a look of grievance, "I wanted to sign this name, how could I not remember it? And—"
Qi Yan pointed at the words above and said, "This signature doesn't look like mine. If you don't believe me, I'll sign one for you right here."
"Forged your signature?" Pang Yuan was momentarily puzzled, but then he said, "I'm so busy right now, I don't have time to pursue this. Let's solve the problem first. We can talk about the signature issue later."
The current solution is to have small trucks deliver the goods quickly. Nine is nine, as many as possible.
"Hurry up and help move the goods," Pang Yuan was too lazy to pursue the matter and directed everyone to help move the goods.
This is how supplies are transported. The first goal is to deliver what is needed to the front line as quickly as possible, and checking the number is the second goal.
Nine is better than none.
When encountering such a situation, you must distinguish the primary from the secondary.
As to which link went wrong and caused the number to be one less, we will investigate it later when we are no longer busy.
This little thing cannot delay the transportation of materials.
In addition, the people who were originally recruited to help were volunteers. They were not given any labor and no rewards. It was good enough to have someone working. How could we hold these volunteers accountable for their mistakes?
Pang Yuan's goal was to complete the task of material allocation and transportation, not to be rigid and meticulous in finding out where the problem lay.
These volunteers have to do registration work and help load and unload goods, which means they are working under a double burden of mental and physical exertion. No one sitting in the office is willing to come, so they rely on these young people who have no experience in the world.
Several boys worked together to load nine stretchers onto the van.
Zhou Mo wanted to lend a hand, but Pang Yuan stopped him, "Xiao Zhou, don't touch it."
Originally, Pang Yuan just thought that since she was a girl, it would be better to let a boy do the moving.
But when Zhou Mo heard these words, they seemed to have a different meaning.
No matter how she listened, she felt that it must be because the number of stretchers was wrong. Pang Yuan still doubted her and didn't believe her.
She was a volunteer, not a formal employee. She knew that even if this was 100% her fault, Pang Yuan would not scold her or say anything to her.
But Zhou Mo felt an inexplicable sense of self-blame in her heart. If she really hadn't counted correctly and put the wrong items into the warehouse, how could she feel at peace if her wrongdoing caused trouble for others?
She also had no evidence to prove that she had counted correctly. Although Pang Yuan no longer pursued the matter, for Zhou Mo, not pursuing the matter did not mean that the matter was over.
She went to the incoming warehouse record clerk to ask about the outgoing warehouse records.
It was confirmed that there was only one shipment, and twenty stretchers were taken away.
Zhou Mo calculated that when he put the goods into the warehouse, there were thirty, and twenty were taken out of the warehouse. There were still ten in the warehouse, but now there are only nine.
There are two possibilities: either she made a mistake when she put the goods in, or she took out too much when she took them out...
The signature of the person who shipped the goods was "Qi Yan", but Qi Yan said that it was not his signature... It is very likely that someone else signed Qi Yan's name.
Zhou Mo thought that Pang Yuan must have guessed it as well, but he was afraid that what if it was really signed by Qi Yan and he just didn't remember it for the moment. Qi Yan was Director Qi's younger brother, and it would be difficult for Pang Yuan, a subordinate, to explain.
Let’s talk about it when we have free time.
However, before that time came, some people could no longer sit still.
As soon as the truck carrying the stretcher left, Ren Huaibo started to attack.
He stopped Pang Yuan and asked, "Brother Pang, there's one stretcher missing. We can't just let this go."
Pang Yuan glared at him, "What else? Can you conjure one for me? Even if you can, the truck has already left. Are you going to send it to Manshan?"
Ren Huaibo was speechless for a moment.
Pang Yuan said, "Let's do this first and talk about it later."
Ren Huaibo stopped him, "Brother Pang, Zhou Mo must have made a mistake. She's a girl, and you said she's not careful in her work. She can't lift anything with her hands or shoulders. Why do you keep her here? Don't let her come tomorrow."
Pang Yuan looked at Ren Huaibo with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean by that? Are you being gentle with women?"
Ren Huaibo smiled and said, "What else can we do? We are all grown men here to work here. What can a girl do? If she gets sick from the rain, the college might blame you guys."
At that time, Zhou Mo was still eating in the dining area and she didn't hear these words at all.
But Qi Yan, who worked with Ren Huaibo, listened silently, and the more he listened, the more it made no sense to him.
He picked up the work gloves he had left on the stool, walked past the two of them, and said, "Brother, what you said is wrong, isn't it? If you really care about my senior sister, just say it directly. Why put the blame on her and pretend to care about girls? Besides, she's not the only girl from our college."
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