After assigning tasks, Sheng Lijuan continued to work on her own calculations. The accounts she was working on were extremely important, including accounts receivable, accounts payable, prepayments, prepayments, balance sheets, and so on. Everything had to be based on evidence; otherwise, it would become a black book.
As an accountant who had worked for decades, Sheng Lijuan was quick and efficient, making Wu Fugui and the others tremble with fear. She was using the abacus so fast that her fingers flew across the page, and she would pick up a pen to record things from time to time, and then her fingers would fly across the page again.
Southwest quickly brought lunch. Section Chief Fan had cleverly tidied up the accounting office next door, which was originally his own private space, but now he had to give it up.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Lijuan didn't care about such formalism. What she wanted was data and efficiency. She didn't have time to go next door to eat. She waved her hand, pushed the abacus forward, found a newspaper to put underneath it, and quickly ate her lunchbox.
The food in the cafeteria was pretty good today, and it tasted great. Sheng Lijuan ate half of it before she remembered that no one in the entire office except the three of them dared to go eat. Even the emperor isn't hungry, so she gave Yan Aidang a wink.
Yan Aidang stood up and said, "Everyone, eat what you need to eat, rest what you need to rest, don't worry about us."
Section Chief Fan was the first to leave. He wasn't going to eat; he was going to find the factory manager to ask about the situation.
Yi Genjin sat in his office, smoking in frustration. Looking at the ashtray, he thought to himself that he had probably smoked a week's worth of cigarettes in one morning. Wasn't he afraid of being suffocated by the smoke?
"Why are you sitting here?" Section Chief Fan asked.
"I didn't want to sit here either, but that woman told me to do what I was supposed to do, so I have no choice but to sit here." Yi Genjin even sounded aggrieved.
Section Chief Fan wished he could slap him awake. What kind of time is this to be acting like a big shot? You should at least go down to the workshop or inspect the warehouse. How could you have hired such an incompetent fool in the first place?
"Have you spoken to the Party Secretary yet?" Section Chief Fan decided to get straight to the point.
“Why didn’t I look for him? I went to his house last night, but I don’t know where he went. Nobody was home,” Yi Genjin complained.
Section Chief Fan's heart sank. There was no one at home. The Party Secretary only had himself and his wife at home. Their children had been bought another house and moved out. Where could they go at night? Perhaps they were hiding at their children's house?
Section Chief Fan stopped talking to Yi Genjin, turned around and left the office. He knew where the Party Secretary's children lived, so he rode his bicycle out. Old Wang watched Section Chief Fan's departing figure and laughed smugly like a pig: "Serves you right for being so cocky. You're about to be finished."
After laughing, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly ran to the finance department. He pushed open the door and saw Yan Aidang sitting and eating. He quickly ran up to her and whispered, "Aidang, Section Chief Fan just rode his bicycle out. It seems like he had something urgent to attend to."
Yan Aidang rubbed his ears. Was this a whisper? His ears were sore from the vibrations.
The other people in the office had just prepared their lunchboxes and were about to go to the cafeteria when they heard Old Wang's loud voice. Those who wanted to go home for dinner didn't dare to move. Damn it, when did Old Wang become such a lapdog?
Yan Aidang, with his keen eyes and ears, said casually, "Uncle Wang, it's alright. It's lunchtime now, they're probably going home for lunch. It's normal, don't worry about it."
With these days passing by, those people breathed a sigh of relief. A clever young girl ran up to Yan Aidang and said, "Um, leader, I go home for dinner every day. Can I go eat first?"
Yan Aidang nodded without looking up and continued with his lunch business. Old Wang felt a little embarrassed. It was a peaceful era, and there was no need to be so paranoid.
"Uncle Wang, go eat quickly. Can you manage guarding the gate by yourself? Do you need more help?" Yan Aidang thought of the veterans his father had mentioned.
Old Wang got excited when he heard this: "Love the Party! My brother is at home with no work to do, why don't I go find him?"
Yan Ai Dang~
Southwest almost spat out his food. Serves you right for being so talkative; you deserve to be caught now.
Yan Aidang shook his head; "No, your brother is too old, we need younger ones."
Old Wang got even more excited: "Love the Party! My grandson is eighteen this year, young enough, isn't he? Why don't we have him come over?"
Yan Aidang looked at the lunchbox in his hand and suddenly felt that the food was so unpalatable. He thought that when he got home that night, he would eat the food his aunt cooked. That would be a proper meal.
Seeing that Yan Aidang remained silent, Old Wang grew anxious but dared not urge him. He could only stand aside and wring his hands. The other people in the office had stopped going to eat. The factory was hiring, and there were plenty of people with nothing to do at home. They could help as many as they could.
Southwest waved his hand at Old Man Wang and said, "Grandpa, you should go back to the gatehouse first. The gatehouse can't be left unattended. The recruitment hasn't been finalized yet. We'll post a notice in the factory area once it's settled."
Old Wang left, turning back every few steps. The people in the office also quietly left. Only after walking down the stairs did they realize they were covered in sweat. Why were they so nervous? And who was that woman? She was so cunning. I really admire her.
After lunch, Southwest went downstairs. This furniture factory would belong to Nannan from now on. Nannan is currently studying and certainly won't have time to manage it, so I'll have to take good care of it.
During mealtime, there was no one in the makeshift workshop or the warehouse, but the warehouse door was wide open, and Southwest frowned.
He ran to the warehouse manager's desk, flipped through the material requisition forms on the desk, and found that the handwriting was so messy that if Southwest hadn't worked in a furniture factory, he would have thought it was just scribbles.
The signatures were also varied, including handprints, circles, triangles, and even a wavy line on one of the forms.
Just then, the administrator walked in and saw Southwest flipping through the material requisition form. Feeling a little nervous, he quickly ran up to her and pointed to the wavy lines on it, asking, "What does this mean?"
The man peeked out and replied, "Oh, that person's name is Curly. He can't write, and his hair is a bit curly, so we use this as a substitute."
Southwest flipped open the circled one and asked, "What about this one?"
The man peeked out and said, "It's Big Head. His head is long and round, so I used circles to represent it."
"Does this person have a triangular head?" Southwest asked, pointing to the triangular area.
"Oh, no, that person has triangular eyes, we all call him Triangle." The administrator finally realized his mistake.
"Do you know who pressed this handprint?" Southwest asked, pointing to the red handprint.
"I know, I know, that person's name is Hongmei, so red handprints are her signature feature." The administrator's voice lowered.
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