Rebirth: 1977

Xiang Ming sneered: "I framed you? Do you need it?

You should understand that important positions in the company are like carrots and pitfalls. What will the person who is squeezed out by your son think in his heart?

What will he do? ! ! ! "

"I didn't do it!

You yourself cooperate with speculators and transfer the assets from the factory! "

The bald man roared with bravado.

Xiang Ming looked at the bald head indifferently and did not argue.

Then he turned to Zhu Changlong, his face expressionless and his eyes burning:

"Director Zhu, I have compiled the financial statements and the data and process of this inventory processing and handed them over to you.

You, you, let me down!

The eldest son of the supply and marketing department quits!

I'm waiting for you to investigate and deal with it!

I will not defend myself even if I am beaten or punished!

Damn it, you can just keep your eyes open and act like blind people who don’t work, who are just waiting to die, and who sell out the interests of the factory? ! ! !

Xiang Ming turned around angrily, "I..."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his body.

"I...|?p? )?Ohyo..."

He wanted to straighten up and leave, but he sprained his waist while helping Wen Feng move clothes.

He was holding back just now, but who knew that the big movements when he got angry would cause more serious pain.

He held his waist in pain and walked out of the office crookedly. He said in a loud voice:

"Staying with these bitches who only know how to dig into the corners of the factory will make me mad sooner or later!

I will return to the workshop and return to my old profession!

Out of sight! "

The three people in the office were stunned.

Xiang Ming went to the factory infirmary, checked him out, and gave him a week's sick leave.

"You have twisted your tendon, but your bones are fine. You can only go back and lie down to rest."

The factory doctor comforted Xiang Ming:

"If you haven't recovered after a week, you can take sick leave again."

"You fainted from eating. Will an injury like mine recover in a week at my age?"

Xiang Ming was angry:

"After driving for a month, who's to say the bones haven't been damaged? Your eyes can see through it!"

"What's wrong with you today? I usually have a fever of 39 degrees and won't take a break. Aren't I afraid that I'll be scolded by you if I drive for too long?"

The factory doctor explained aggrievedly and wrote on the sick leave form that he had injured his muscles and bones and needed to stay in bed to recuperate.

"Don't cheat me. If you really want to take care of it for at least half a month, I'll prescribe it for you for half a month.

At that time, if you want to continue to keep it, I will prescribe it to you.

If you betray me, take a day or two off and then come to work. Don’t ask me to go to your house to drink with you in the future! "

The factory doctor angrily threw the sick leave form to Xiang Ming and muttered:

"You sold your life and no one said good things about you!

You work so hard, you deserve it!

I really want to understand, take this opportunity to have a good rest, don't wait for the diseases of old age! "

He prepared plaster and medicinal wine, and looked after it over and over again:

"After cleaning your body, massage it with medicinal wine and then apply plaster."

"I know, I'm verbose like an old woman,|?p? )?Oh oh..."

He couldn't help but groan in pain and turned to look at the factory doctor who was massaging him. Still angry:

"Can't you be gentler?"

"Am I an old woman? If you keep talking harshly, I will tell you to lie here today and not go home!"

"Hey, I really want to trouble you. Send the sick leave note to Factory Director Zhu, and borrow a tricycle to drag me home."

Zhu Changlong received Xiang Ming's sick leave note and was angry for a while. Then he went to the finance department and warehouse in person to understand the sales situation of this batch of inventory.

"Director Zhu, you don't know who Section Chief Fang is?

We have to come and understand for ourselves, what can we say? "

The finance section chief likes to quarrel with Xiang Ming privately, but at critical moments, he tells the truth without any ambiguity.

"As the director of a factory, you should understand that it is better for the factory to leave the clothes to rot in the warehouse, or to sell them for real money and put the money back into the account.

As for how it is sold, have you ever cared about it before?

Don’t leaders look at results and data?

I've seen that young man, he's very strict in his work, and he doesn't want to take advantage of our factory at all.

To be honest, as long as there is one salesperson in our factory who is as conscientious and good at one thing as he is, you, the factory director, will be a hit! "

He felt aggrieved for Xiang Ming: "Lao Fang, he is too down-to-earth. He thinks about the factory in everything, but he is thankless!

Alas, I told him that he should just mind his own business. What does inventory have to do with him?

Haha, he also coaxed our finance department to work hard with him for a week.

He said that after processing this batch of inventory, he would apply to the factory for bonuses to the finance department and warehouse!

Hey, look, you were bitten by a dog, right?

deserve it! "

Zhu Changlong felt that he had been connoted by the finance section chief and wanted to get angry.

But the person who said this was the senior financial section chief in the factory.

Famously upright, he doesn't lie to himself.

However, what he said inside and outside was all about complaining to Xiang Ming, and what he said should be the truth.

“Stop whining!

Do your own thing! "

He turned and left angrily.

The secretary who was following him looked at the finance section chief who was sitting back in his chair as if nothing had happened, and touched his head in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly chased after him.

When I went to the warehouse, I was scolded.

"We thought what Section Chief Fang said was useful. We processed the inventory accumulated for five years in one week. This should be a great achievement, right?"

"We agreed to give us bonuses. Factory director, do you know how hard we worked every week?"

"Director, what do you mean? Is the bonus wasted?"

"Don't complain. Someone reported that he colluded with speculators to seek personal gain for himself. Is this true?"

Zhu Changlong was angry and explained his purpose.

"Who reported it? You can make up such a lie without fear of thunder!"

The warehouse manager was angry.

“Usually, when dealing with inventory, we sell at a loss, but Section Chief Fang refused to give up the price, so he made money without losing money!

Worried about the loss to the factory, the young man was asked to pay a deposit of [-] yuan.

Even a piece of clothing was not charged less, and the accounts can be reconciled with our warehouse! "

Zhu Changlong returned to the office and looked at the sales contract signed by Xiang Ming and 'Yin Tianshui', knowing that he had been wronged.

However, he is also making a mistake by doing so!

He heard many people report that that group of young people indeed took clothes from their factory and sold them!

It is not entirely unfair to say that they are speculating!

Xiang Ming was too courageous. If the superiors came to investigate, he might not be able to get it off.

If we really want to investigate and deal with it seriously, the factory director will also bear the main responsibility!

Zhu Changlong's first step was to have people investigate the baldness issue based on the information left by Xiang Ming.

If you want to prove that Xiang Ming is not involved in any "speculative elements collusion," you have to shut the bald man's mouth!

‘If the people don’t sue the officials, they won’t be held accountable! ’

If no one in the factory reports it, how do outsiders know that those selling clothes are not salespeople in their own factory?

Xiang Ming did give them a letter of introduction from the factory.

At the superior level, Zhu Changlong could explain and smooth things over.

The key is the law enforcement agencies!

If someone reports it, we will investigate it strictly!

There was no precedent for this, and he had no confidence at all.

Strictly speaking, it cannot withstand investigation.

I hate these two old guys, Baldhead and Deputy Factory Director Zhai, for making trouble over nothing!

It's okay if you don't do anything. Wouldn't it be better to stay there until you retire?

He picked up the phone and dialed a number, his tone serious:

"Deputy Director Zhai, you have been feeling unwell. From now on, you will not come to work in the factory."