The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

He raised his head slowly, and suddenly found that Song Yan had moved from the front of the table to the back of the table at some point, and walked up to him, leaning against him, pointing out the things on the report to him.

Ding Yi was sitting on the seat, and Song Yan was standing beside him. Song Yan's waist was touching his arm vaguely.

The two are very close.

He was startled and frightened. According to Song Yan's profile, she was 36 years old, almost forty.

Although she is pretty good looking, but how old is she?

He turned his head, looked over from the corner of his eye, and found that Song Yan didn't seem to notice at all, maybe she didn't notice it herself, as an administrative secretary, she was giving advice to her boss, and she might not have noticed that she was so close to him.

At this time, Song Yan lowered her head, her long hair fell from her shoulders, her scalp almost touched Ding Yi's face, and a scent of hair came along with it.

"This man's name is Gu Cheng. I asked him about his family's situation. He said that his family members are all abroad. I definitely don't believe it. He must have some background. He usually reads books at his work unit and is preparing to take the imperial examination. "

Song Yan was still introducing herself, unaware that her waist was leaning against Ding Yi's arm, and her hair was draped over Ding Yi's face.

Ding Yi got up silently, squeaked, and moved the bench to the right.

Song Yan turned her head, feeling that Ding Yi was far away from her, she couldn't help but blushed, she should have guessed something.

She also hurried to the left: "I'd better go to the front."

But the footsteps did not move.

Ding Yi thought to himself, you should report to the front.

But of course he couldn't say that: "It's okay, you can continue talking."

Song Yan also mentioned a few people, probably all of them, so-and-so, not very obedient, just messing around, and so-and-so, more obedient, doing what they are told to do.

Ding Yi found that she had drawn a cross next to the name of the disobedient person, and a circle next to the name of the obedient person.

"Sister Song is born to be a secretary, not bad." Ding Yi praised her at this time.

Song Yan's smiling face was full of flowers: "No, no, this is our job, and Ding Shezheng praised it."

Then suddenly his tone changed: "Actually, being a secretary is quite tiring, and it's not interesting."

Being a secretary is really tiring, Ding Yi thought secretly.

Ok?What am I thinking, Aunt Song?I go.

But he immediately reacted: "Vice Zheng is about to retire, Sister Song, if you persevere, you will take over sooner or later."

"Ah, Ding Shezheng, I didn't mean that, that's not what I meant." Song Yan blushed and said excitedly: "I'll go first, thank you Ding Shezheng."

"Just put the information here?"

"do you have?"

"I have, I still have a share."

Aunt Song left happily.

Not long after Song Yan left, Lin Xiuying came in.

She is also holding a bunch of documents.

When it was handed over to Ding Yi, he found a large pile of invoices.

Most of them are expenses left by the predecessor, many of which have only been signed but not paid.

Ding Yi suddenly had a headache and looked carefully. Fortunately, Lin Xiuying was very serious and made a special form.

After the predecessor left, there was still 8000 yuan left unpaid.

But their Yunhe Club account now has less than 3 yuan.

Lin Xiuying explained to Ding Yi while showing the form and report to him.

The Yunhe Club has 23 staff members and [-] temporary workers.

The salaries of the permanent staff range from more than 300 to more than 500. The average is [-], and the salary is [-], plus a few bonuses and other benefits.

The monthly salary of temporary workers is more than 200 yuan, and the annual subsidy from the magistrate's office is [-] yuan.

Therefore, the Yunhe Society received 12 yuan in wages from the magistrate's yamen throughout the year.

In addition, the provincial governor's office may also receive a small amount of special funds every year, usually [-] to [-].

Including other seventy-eight eighty-eight special funds, last year the Canal Society received 21 yuan from its superiors.

The average is less than [-] per person.

But the expenses are astonishing, because it is just the new year, so the last year's expenses calculated before the year, the annual expenses are 38, a deficit of 17.

Now the Canal Society owes money to the higher authorities, to outside companies, and it owes a lot of debt.

"We pay for the food expenses ourselves?" Ding Yi was also shocked when he saw the food expenses column, because when he was working hard to establish the country, the government officials paid for the food expenses of the government officials.

Before in Jinyiwei, he also went out of the yamen, but he didn't expect to go out by himself in the club.

It means that the society finds a way to make money by itself, cooks if it has money, and eats by itself if it has no money.

The former Shezheng cooks all the time and doesn't let everyone eat by themselves.

The result of this is that the magistrate's yamen has no food expenses, so they rely entirely on other money from their own clubs to spend.

The yearly expenditure is also quite large, because more than 20 of them have meals.

When he was in Jinyiwei, Jinyiwei still made breakfast, luckily they didn't cook breakfast here, so everyone went to work late.

"Beginning with the predecessor, the club paid for the cooking." Lin Xiuying said: "Many people live far away, and it is unrealistic to go home for lunch."

"By the way, boss Zhu of Dafa Cai Supermarket came to ask for money yesterday. Our agency bought a lot of supplies in his supermarket, and now we still owe more than 1 yuan, which has been owed for two years."

"What did you buy?"

"Toilet paper, office supplies, brooms, mops, everything."

"Who purchased it?"

"Wang Xiang, sister Song is in charge."

Ding Yi found out that the purchase invoices here are all signed by Song Yan and Wang Xiang, so they can be reimbursed.

Some prices are obviously higher than normal purchases outside, but these are small money, after all, office supplies can be bought for how much money.

He thought for a while: "You send a notice, and it will be posted on the door of the Finance Department in a while."

"In the future, I will need to sign the invoice to be reimbursed."

"It's Ding Shezheng."

"Go and call Song Yan."

Lin Xiuying left quickly, and Song Yan came again.

She should know that Ding Yi will be required to sign the invoices in the future, so she looks a little unhappy.

"You send a notice immediately and post it on the gate."

"Yes." Song Yan was a little flustered, and quickly took a pen from Ding Yi's desk, and began to write down the paper.

"One, if you arrive at the unit before 50:[-] tomorrow, within a year, if you are late for the first time, you will be deducted [-] yuan, and if you are late for the second time, you will be deducted [-] yuan."

"The third time you are late, you will be expelled directly. If you are late three times within a year, you will be expelled."

"Ah." Song Yan's expression was panicked, with a look of incredulity, and she hurriedly said, "Ding Shezheng, what was the status statement just now?"

It means, you forgot, they are all relatives of officials.

"Get off work at five o'clock in the afternoon, and leave early is the same. If you want to pick up your children, you can ask the office and report to me for approval. You can leave early."

Ding Yi ignored her and continued: "At 01:30 in the afternoon, you and Lin Xiuying will accompany me to go out for a walk, and inform everyone that the meeting will be held at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning."

After Song Yan went back, she immediately fried the pot in the unit.

We are all here to dawdle, you are a new official who takes office three fires?He actually told us to go to work hard, and suddenly the yard was full of chickens and dogs, and many people scolded Ding Yi in private.

Some people called their husbands and dads directly, and went home to report.

Zheng Guoli also has his own independent office, and now his daughter is crying and complaining to him.

Zheng Ying sleeps until nine o'clock every day before waking up. Then she puts on her make-up and then goes out in her dad's car to eat something casually. It's almost 10:30 when she arrives at work.

She doesn't eat at noon, in order to lose weight and maintain her figure.

This made her arrive at work at eight o'clock every day, and how could she sleep in late.

Zheng Guoli didn't say anything, he had to drink every night, so he smelled like alcohol every second day at work, Ding Yi thought he drank in the morning too.

Now that Zheng Guoli heard this, he immediately laughed: "Yingying, don't panic, this kid wants to be a new official."

"He doesn't even look at what this place is. Can it be burned? How many Renshezhengs are here, all of them are ambitious, but the back is still dingy."

Zheng Guoli has also been here for ten years, worked as a deputy for ten years, and served as six directors.

After many clubs came, they all wanted to do a good job in their careers just like Ding Yigang, but then found that they could only lie flat and rot here.

There are all related households in the unit, and no one can afford to offend.

"Just look at it. In a few days, he will be scolded by his superiors. He is so impulsive and self-righteous at a young age. He thinks he is the governor's son?"

As soon as Zheng Guoli finished speaking, several old colleagues from the club poured in, complaining to him one after another. Xiao Ding club is young, and he will give everyone a bad impression when he comes, and he will deduct money if he is late and leave early, and he will be fired. There is no law of heaven, is there anyone to care about?

Zheng Guoli laughed loudly, leave him alone, you see how long he can be proud, I still don't believe it, everyone will be late for three days from tomorrow, he has the guts to fire everyone.

Everyone said yes, and soon, everyone in the yard started rushing, asking everyone to start, and being late for three consecutive days tomorrow, let's see if Ding Yi dares to fire everyone.

This is to expel everyone, which is tantamount to offending a large number of officials and eunuchs in Zhejiang.

The fleeing people also found Song Yan, Lin Xiuying and others.

Song Yan was the first one to come every day. Although it was close to nine o'clock, Ding Yi asked for eight o'clock, which was not too far away. She decided to get up earlier and refused on the spot. Several aunts surrounded her and cursed.

Lin Xiuying didn't hum, she didn't say yes or no, it seemed that she was smarter.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the two women came to Ding Yi's office. Ding Yi asked, is there a bus in the club?
Song Yan said there was one, but Zheng Guoli had been using it before.

Zheng Guoli's family lives far away, and his predecessor lives near him, so he spends most of his time with Zheng Guoli.

After Song Yan finished speaking, she glanced at Ding Yi, she was afraid that if Ding Yi asked her to get the key, she would definitely be scolded by Zheng Guoli.

"Let's go." Ding Yi got up and went to Zheng Guoli's office.

The two women had no choice but to follow.

Zheng Guoli was reading a book in the office, Ding Yi glanced at the cover, it turned out to be a divine sculpture written by himself, he couldn't help being taken aback.

God sculpture published?I do not know how?
I found out later that it was a pirated copy.

But Ding Yi can't control these things now, Zheng Guoli didn't react when he saw him, he just called Ding Shezheng casually.

"Old Zheng, where's the key to the bus in the club, I'm going out for a while." Ding Yi said directly.

Zheng Guoli was stunned for a moment, and took it out of his pocket reluctantly: "What time is Ding She coming back?"

It means that I need to use it after get off work, and you have to return it to me.

Ding Yi grabbed the key and said coldly: "The bus belongs to the unit, anyone who wants to use it in the future, please ask me for instructions."

Turn around and leave.

"Hold the grass." Zheng Guoli almost jumped up.

He stood up from his seat with a whoosh, stared at Ding Yi, and swallowed the curse words on his lips.

When Ding Yi left the office without looking back, bam, he threw the pirated divine sculpture on the ground and cursed: "I'll see how you look for a few days."

Ding Yi took the key and found a broken car with a frozen expression.

This broken car is about the same as the Santana in the [-]s. The key point is that it is still very old. It can be seen how many years it has been used. He has seen this car in the hands of Brother Dali in Hengdian. Brother Dali bought a second-hand car for only a few thousand yuan. money.

"Who can drive?" Ding Yi asked.

"I'll do it." Song Yan invited Sakura.

Ding Yi sat in the front, and Lin Xiuying sat in the back. Lin Xiuying was holding a big folder with white paper and a pen in her hand.

This is what Ding Yi requested.

She didn't know what it was for, but she still held it in her hand.

"Where are we going, Ding Shezheng?"

"First, let's take a look at the scope of our agency. I want to see where the four sites are and how big the area is. The paper data is meaningless."

Ding Yi has seen the introduction, but wants to turn to the actual terrain.

"Yes, Shezheng."

"Slow down, I want to see all the buildings and terrain."

Song Yan is an old comrade for many years, and he is very familiar with the club, so he drove around in the club.

I didn't finish the tour that afternoon, because Ding Yi asked Song Yan to drive slowly.

After stopping many times in the middle, Song Yan found that they were all shops, or places with many residential areas and space.

Ding Yi is drawing and marking with paper and pen.

Song Yan and Lin Xiuying didn't know what Ding Yi was doing either.

Then when he saw some places with bad road conditions and a lot of garbage, Ding Yi would point them out.

Even draw it on paper, write down the location, location, what shops are nearby, or residential areas.

I ran less than one-tenth of the place in one afternoon.

Song Yan thought to herself, after such a run, it would take a few months.

Ding She is exactly what he wants to do, but he will soon understand that in such an environment, those who work hard will basically have no good end. flat.

Song Yan and Lin Xiuying fought against each other in private, to see if Ding Yi could last for a few days.

The two women were also not optimistic about Ding Yi.

It was almost five o'clock when Ding Yi returned to work. After getting Song Yan and Lin Xiuying off the car, he prepared to drive back to the dormitory by himself.

Unexpectedly, just after the two women got off work, a gust of fragrant wind came from behind: "Ding Shezheng, where do you live? Do you want to give me a ride along the way?"

Song Yan and Lin Xiuying hadn't left yet, they looked back at Ningmai, and cursed at the same time in their hearts: "Burn goods."

Ding Yi shook his head: "I temporarily live in the dormitory of my previous unit, which is on the side of the West Lake."

"By the way, by the way, I also live by the West Lake." Ning Mai giggled and got into the co-pilot directly.

Ding Yi had no choice but to take her away.

Song Yan and Lin Xiuying looked at each other, they walked quietly together, and when they approached Song Yan's office, Lin Xiuying actually followed in.

Song Yan gave her a strange look, the relationship between the two of them was not so good before, why are you following me?
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiuying looked back to see if there was anyone outside the door behind her, and said in a low voice, "How long do you think it will be before Ning Mai takes down Dingshe?"

Song Yan stared at her, thinking to herself, usually you are honest and quiet, but I never thought that you are also a little rascal with so many eyes.