Chapter 158: Earth Shakes Up
She felt that she had become a female version of Yang Guo. In order to promote venous return and help reduce swelling, she asked her brother to help her hang her arm up with a silk scarf and hang it around her neck.
After drinking the red bean and barley porridge cooked by her brother, she ate a boiled egg and two meat buns. An Zhixia also secretly took some medicine, and went to work leisurely with her brother while holding a mint candy in her mouth.
There was no more goods in the supply and marketing cooperative, so everyone did not open the front door, but went directly through the back door and gathered in the director's office. Each person was given a pile of money and bills, and sat on stools around two tables to start sorting and counting.
As the crane heroine and a great contributor to the supply and marketing cooperative, An Zhixia can naturally sit alone in the director's seat comfortably, drinking tea and reading newspapers, keeping an eye on the progress of everyone, and by the way, using a calculator in her mind to check whether the account records are correct for the cashier Lan Qian.
Her throat was dry and uncomfortable, so she drank a lot of water. The anti-edema medicine was a diuretic, so she went to the toilet seven or eight times in the afternoon. This was really a wonderful thing for her who had her arm in a sling.
Except for her and the security guard, the other fifteen employees worked together to sort out the accounts. It took them two hours to tie up more than a dozen sacks of money with rubber bands.
There was nothing happening with the saleswomen and Mao Xiaohuan afterwards, so Director Huang was very decisive and gave them all two days off to have a good rest and go back to work on the third day of the Lunar New Year.
Most of the people in the room had left. Director Huang dragged a chair and sat opposite An Zhixia. He talked to the warehouse manager, the four purchasing guys, and the cashier Lan Qian, "In theory, the overstocked goods in the store should be written off and shipped out in time, so as not to overstock and cause the funds to shrink. But in reality, it takes a long time for the store to process a batch of inventory. So this time we transferred a lot of overstocked goods from the other four brother units, and there are so many accounts alone."
As he spoke, he pushed eight thick warehouse lists in front of An Zhixia and said, "We just checked yesterday's gross profit, and we still have to calculate the profit of the goods. Otherwise, we won't be able to give the leader a detailed and convincing report."
"Director, these are too many, right? There are records of incoming and outgoing goods, quantity, unit price, etc. We have to sort them out one by one, and we all know that the accounts on the books may be very different from the actual situation. Do we still need to spend time sorting out the account books?" Everyone took a book and looked at it, and the warehouse manager Xiao Cha said with a bitter face.
An Zhixia narrowed her eyes and flipped through a few pages of the account book. The accounts in it were scattered and incomplete, and the reference value was indeed not high. She bent her left hand and tapped the table lightly and rhythmically, and said after a while: "We will be off work soon, let's send the money to the headquarters first, and then we will talk about it when we get there. It will save you from having to stay in the office on New Year's Eve in fear."
Since everyone had no other good ideas, they all helped to transport the money to the headquarters.
When they arrived at the headquarters, accountants and presidents from dozens of other supply and marketing cooperatives in the East District were also lining up with their wallets in hand to report their sales from yesterday's overtime work and most of the day. After all, most people had already bought all the New Year's goods they needed before the morning, and would start preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner right after get off work.
"Oh, Old Huang, I heard you were busy until after four this morning. You made quite a few sacks of money, a good harvest," a fat and big-eared director came forward with a laugh, patted Director Huang hard, and glanced at An Zhixia, surprised for a moment before saying with a twinkling gaze: "This is the little comrade who is said to have beautiful handwriting and an even prettier appearance, right? Why is your hand hanging up? Is your writing useless? Why don't you rest at home and take some medicine? Why are you running here?"
"Have you sorted out your accounts? That's impossible. I heard that it would take at least half a month to get a rough estimate of the goods in seven or eight warehouses." Another thin director said disapprovingly with his hands behind his back, "Our leader hates messy accounts the most. You are causing trouble for him during the New Year!"
"You can't say that. Director Huang and his team were selling like crazy yesterday and made so much money. They must be so happy. They shouldn't have shown it to the leader right away." A stern-faced female director, with her hair neatly tied up in a hairnet, spoke calmly.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, shaking their shoulders and nodding their heads. Everyone knew the mentality of a director who was facing demotion and transfer due to store closure, and who was eager for quick success and instant benefits. In order to achieve results, he tried every possible means. After finally figuring out a way to deal with the backlog of goods, he started to show off in front of everyone with so much money.
They especially wanted to see the leader get angry at him after the accounting concluded that there was a serious loss, call him stupid, and directly announce that the Dongfeng Shili Supply and Marketing Cooperative would be dissolved. Such a scene would definitely be exciting to watch!
Director Huang was accustomed to being ridiculed by other directors every time they met, but being treated like this in front of his subordinates made his thick skin turn red with embarrassment.
At this time, the first and second in command of the East District Supply and Marketing Cooperative: the president and the district director walked into the hall surrounded by a group of people. When they saw Director Huang, they both looked unhappy.
"Old Huang, you have to give us all a good explanation about this. Yesterday you told me that you had no goods to sell and that you would go to brother companies to adjust the warehouse goods, but you didn't say anything about any discount promotion," the district director came up and criticized seriously, "We all understand that you want to make achievements and keep the Dongfeng Shili shop. But you can't use so much warehouse goods to buy the reputation of the people, and let our East District Supply and Marketing Cooperative suffer heavy losses!
Well, you guys made such a fuss that even the presidents and directors of Xicheng District, Zhaoyang District, and Taifeng District heard about it. They almost blew up the phone at the president's office this morning! They said I was a fool. Just because the warehoused goods can't be sold in Kyoto doesn't mean they can't be sold in other places. We can get our money back no matter how we deal with them.
Even the superiors called to inquire about this matter. Anyway, I don’t have the face to tell the president, so you go and explain it yourself!”
Director Huang and his colleagues were in a daze. They had clearly sold all the goods in Qimanjian's warehouse and made a lot of money. Why did they have to be scolded by others?
"You guys," the president couldn't stand it anymore, pointing his finger, "No wonder Dongfeng Shili has been losing money every month under your management. Without a smart person, how can it be run well? Even at this time, haven't you come to your senses?"
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled a young man over from behind, "Is this the Comrade Xiao An you recommended? He is really a good comrade. He has just been working for one day, but he has turned our entire East District Supply and Marketing Cooperative upside down!"
"Ouch, ouch, uncle, please be gentle, my ears are about to fall off," the young man said with a smile, easily broke free from the president's hand and walked up to An Zhixia.
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