Seeing the sentimental Director Feng, Factory Director Song smiled and said, "I'm also looking forward to retiring so I can enjoy my retirement in comfort."
"After all, I'm getting older, and now I suffer from back pain every day."
"My stomach hurts today, my liver hurts tomorrow, and my spine hurts the day after tomorrow."
"But the factory is so busy that there's no time to rest."
"I'm so tired."
Factory Director Song said with emotion, "We're getting old after all, and we have to accept that we're getting on in years. This position should be given to the younger generation."
"Otherwise, the young people will have complaints about us."
"They're talking about us old fogies."
Factory Director Song laughed and said, "It's like occupying a toilet without using it!"
"Ha ha."
"That's true."
Director Feng smiled and took a sip of tea: "People really can't deny getting old."
"That's right."
"As you get older, your memory starts to fail."
Factory Director Song slapped his forehead: "Well, there was an emergency need for funds in the raw material procurement department, so I signed the order and sent someone to the finance office to collect three thousand yuan."
"But because I'm getting senile, I forgot to submit this list to the finance department for compilation."
"I only remembered this when the raw material procurement department returned the three thousand yuan today."
"How foolish I am."
Factory Director Song patted his head with a wry smile and handed the three thousand yuan and the receipt to Director Feng: "Old Feng, I hope you can help me cover this up."
"If word gets out..."
"Slap, slap."
Factory Director Song looked bitter and slapped his face, saying, "Where can I put my face as the factory director? Sigh!"
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