But actually, there are a lot of things to do every month.
You have to oversee the procurement of food for the cafeteria; feeding over a hundred people costs a lot of money.
The mine has to provide some of the workers' supplies, which also costs money.
If you don't keep an eye on things, it's easy for them to submit false accounts.
Chen Feng's mine makes millions a day, so he doesn't care about the extra tens of yuan he reports, but this loophole must not be opened.
Otherwise, there is a high possibility that a roll of toilet paper will be charged 100 in the future.
When everyone sees that Chen Feng is so lax in his management, it means that everyone will try to take a little, and eventually someone will reach for the gold.
Xia Yingying looked at the monthly expense report and checked the receipts, while Liu Ping stood beside her, not daring to disturb her.
After a long while, Liu Ping brought her a glass of water and placed it in front of her.
"Thank you, Auntie." Xia Yingying looked up at the water glass when she heard the voice, and smiled at Liu Ping.
Seeing that smile, Liu Ping felt much more relaxed. Xia Yingying's cold demeanor made her hesitant to approach her.
"Yingying, take a break. You don't have to finish watching it all in one day," Liu Ping advised.
"It's okay, I'm not tired. Normally, Zheng Ping should be responsible for compiling and reconciling these things, but he was afraid of making mistakes and didn't dare to make the decision himself, so he gave them all to me."
"As expected, Chen Feng was right. Brother Zheng is only good at leading workers. He can't do any work that requires any autonomy." Xia Yingying said, laughing to herself.
"That's true. Zheng Ping is honest and simple-minded, without many tricks up his sleeve, so he's really not suitable for this job."
"By the way, Yingying, you really startled me. Your stern face was so intimidating that the workers were too scared to speak," Liu Ping joked.
"Haha, Auntie, that wasn't directed at you. That's just how workers are. If you don't act tough, everyone will want to bully you."
Xia Yingying explained with a smile.
"Weren't you scared at the time? What if he fought back? I was a little at a loss," Liu Ping asked curiously.
"What are you afraid of? He wouldn't dare. This kind of person is all talk. If you really ask him to do something, he'd be more cowardly than anyone else. Besides, you're stronger than him, so he's actually afraid of you."
"Besides, dogs that bite don't bark. If he had those skills, he wouldn't be yelling like that," Xia Yingying said with some disdain.
“For example, your son, when he hits someone, he never gives you time to react, let alone yell or scream.”
Chen Feng: "Tch~"
He sneezed for no apparent reason and rubbed his nose.
"Besides, Huang Mao and Zheng Ping were there too. Even if that guy got really angry, he couldn't touch me, so there's nothing to worry about," Xia Yingying said, completely unconcerned.
"That's true, but that attitude was really scary. How can someone be so unreasonable? He's absent, yet he wants perfect attendance. It's unbelievable," Liu Ping exclaimed.
"You'll get used to it. The more you encounter people, the more shameless they become."
Xia Yingying recalled her own experience at the mine, shook her head slightly, and continued looking at the reports.
That evening, Huang Mao gathered a dozen or so of his brothers, found out where Changzhou lived, and prepared to go directly to his house to give him a loving caress.
Changzhou and a few brothers were drinking at home. There was a roast chicken, peanuts, and pig's trotters laid out on the kang table, a rather sumptuous feast.
"Damn, bro, you should have said so earlier! If you had, we would have gone over there. That blond bastard actually dared to touch you. If I had seen him, I would have ripped off all his blond hair and let him show off!"
A guy from Changzhou downed his drink in one gulp and cursed fiercely.
"Damn it, he's trying to scare me, saying he'll come looking for me tonight. He's so arrogant, he doesn't know his place. I'd love for him to come. If he dares to come, I'll make him come in standing up and leave kneeling down!" Changzhou slammed his wine glass down and sneered.
"He's just bragging, and he even brought this here? You try letting him bring it here, I'll make sure he's dead." The kid slammed his fist on the table and cursed.
The next second, their door was kicked open, and the blond-haired man walked in with an unfriendly look in his eyes, followed by more than a dozen brothers holding weapons.
"I heard someone's trying to take down my blond hair. Who is it, and how dare they do that?" blond hair said, glancing at the people sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people on the kang (a heated brick bed) froze. They never expected that this guy would actually come, and he even brought more than a dozen brothers, all of whom had something in their hands.
If it were just Huang Mao alone, they might dare to try and make a move, but you've brought so many people at once, who would dare to utter a sound?
They were all too frightened to speak, sitting silently on the kang (a heated brick bed), their heads tucked into their necks.
"Speak up, are you all mute? Were you the one who was trying to pull my hair out?" The blond guy pinpointed the brazen kid.
The kid didn't dare to utter a sound now, and lowered his head, looking somewhat guilty.
"Come on, didn't you want to get rid of it? I'll do it for you, come on."
The blond-haired man leaned closer, grabbed the man's hand, and put it on his own head.
The man didn't dare to move and kept trying to pull his hand back.
"Weren't you yelling pretty loudly just now? Why are you scared now?" The blond-haired man looked up and stared at the other man.
"No, brother, it's all a misunderstanding, it's not that serious," the man said cowardly.
"I gave you a chance, but you still couldn't use it. Huh, if you're not brave enough, what are you bragging about?"
After Huang Mao finished speaking, he slapped him across the face with a crisp, loud slap.
"Smack!"
The man didn't dare to fight back after being slapped; he just covered his face and lowered his head.
"Speak, speak, you're mute!"
"Slap! Slap!"
Every time Huang Mao said something, he slapped him across the face without holding back.
"You lot, you think you're all so high and mighty just because you've had a little bit of horse piss? You really think I can't find you?" Yellow Hair stood up and cursed at them after he'd had enough of slapping them.
"And you, kid, what, are you going to make me kneel down to get out?" Huang Mao said, looking at Changzhou.
Changzhou opened his mouth upon hearing this, his eyes full of defiance. Finally, under the influence of alcohol, he stubbornly said, "Don't try to scare me. You're just relying on your numbers. Try it one-on-one!"
"Alright, I'll give you some guts, kid. Come on down here. Didn't you want a one-on-one? I'll give you that chance!" the blond-haired guy said, pointing his finger.
"Damn it, who's afraid of who!"
Changzhou put on his shoes and got out of bed. Right there in the house, the two of them got into position and were about to fight.
"I'm ready..."
Before Changzhou could finish speaking, he felt a sudden punch to his eye socket, and was knocked to the ground. Fists rained down on him, not even bothering to his head or buttocks.
Ten minutes later, Changzhou was lying on the ground, clutching his head, his face bruised and swollen, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.
"Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop hitting me, please stop hitting me!"
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