Deep in the warehouse, a dim incandescent bulb swayed, stretching Mou Xuan's figure.
He sat on a pile of cardboard boxes, flipping through the account book in his hands, his brows furrowed.
One month may sound like a lot, but in the end times, this amount of supplies is just a drop in the bucket.
The dazzling array of supplies in the warehouse seemed to be mocking his complacency; the mountains of goods could not fill his inner anxiety.
"This little bit is not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth..." Mou Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
The bright red numbers on the account book were like sharp knives, piercing his nerves.
The start-up capital has been exhausted, and the subsequent stockpiling plan is like a castle in the air, shaky and precarious.
He scratched his hair in annoyance. The warehouse was eerily quiet, with only the occasional squeaking of mice echoing in the empty space.
The dim light shining on his face made him look even more haggard.
Misappropriation of living funds?
As soon as this idea came up, he rejected it.
On the eve of the end of the world, the importance of a stable life is self-evident. Once the capital chain is broken, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Damn it..." Mou Xuan hit the cardboard box beside him hard, making a muffled sound.
He paced back and forth like a trapped animal, looking for a way out in the small space.
Risky stockpiling?
To make a living?
The two choices kept colliding in his mind, making him feel confused.
The hustle and bustle outside the warehouse seemed to be isolated from him. At this moment, he was trapped in a cage called "funds", unable to move.
He kept rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands, and his knuckles turned white from the effort.
As time passed, the air in the warehouse seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, "No, I have to go find Lao Qin..."
Mou Xuan strode out of the warehouse and headed straight for the finance office.
When I opened the door, I saw Finance Qin sitting upright with a look of "keep away from strangers".
Mou Xuan didn't waste any words and slammed the account book on the table. "Old Qin, you can see the situation. The money has run out again!"
Finance Qin adjusted his glasses, glanced at the account book, and frowned even more tightly, "Boss Mou, didn't I tell you that the finances must be sound? The speed at which you spend money is simply a bottomless pit!"
"I know, but this is a special period, and we must hurry up and stock up!" Mu Xuan pleaded, "Can you think of another way? Move some of it first, and I promise to make up for it as soon as possible!"
"Move? How are you going to make up for it?" Qin, the financial officer, raised his voice and said sternly, "The money on the company's books doesn't belong to you alone. You are responsible for all the employees!"
Mou Xuan was speechless. He looked at the cold face of Finance Qin and felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.
The restlessness in the warehouse surged up in my heart again. The air at this moment seemed to be frozen, and the tension was suffocating.
"Huh..." Mou Xuan took a deep breath and suppressed his dissatisfaction. "Okay, I understand."
He turned and left the finance office, the anger in his heart erupting like a volcano, but he had to suppress it forcibly.
No, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, he had to find a way to get the money.
He remembered the cunning boss Ma, who had haggled with him for a long time over just a few hundred dollars last time.
He decided to go talk to Boss Ma again.
Mou Xuan returned to the warehouse and took out the doomsday material demand analysis table he had prepared in advance, which densely listed various necessities.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile, "It's time to teach Boss Ma a lesson."
A few minutes later, Mou Xuan appeared in Boss Ma's office again.
"Boss Ma, I have an analysis of material demand in the end times. Would you like to take a look?" Mou Xuan threw the report directly on the table.
Boss Ma picked up the report, flipped through it casually, and sneered, "Boss Mou, who are you trying to scare? The end of the world? I think you've watched too many movies."
"Boss Ma, stop pretending. How's the supermarket business lately? Is there a serious backlog of goods?" Mou Xuan directly exposed Boss Ma's disguise with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Boss Ma's face changed. He didn't expect that Mou Xuan knew so much about the supermarket's situation.
He said impatiently, "What do you want?"
Mou Xuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a charming smile, "It's simple, I want you to give me a discount. And, it has to be a big discount."
Boss Ma almost crushed the cup in his hand. He pointed at Mou Xuan, shaking with anger, "You...you are blackmailing me!"
"No, no, no, this is called a win-win situation." Mou Xuan shrugged and said slowly, "I help you solve the inventory problem, and you give me a discount. Once the end of the world comes, all these things of yours will rot in the warehouse."
Boss Ma was choked by Mou Xuan's words and was speechless. He knew that what Mou Xuan said was the truth.
After much consideration, Boss Ma finally gave in and offered a relatively satisfactory discount.
Mou Xuan felt secretly happy when he saw Boss Ma's frustrated look.
When he walked out of the supermarket, all the employees looked at him with admiration, as if they were looking at a superhero.
Just as Mou Xuan was about to leave the supermarket, Boss Ma suddenly called him, "Wait!"
"Wait!" Boss Ma called out to Mou Xuan, with a hypocritical smile on his face, like a cunning old fox.
"Mr. Mou, it's a pleasure to work with you! But..." He paused and his tone became serious, "There is a small condition for this discount."
Mou Xuan raised his eyebrows and sneered in his heart, knowing that this old guy had no good intentions.
"Tell me about it."
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