1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 571 This style of painting is right (2)

Unlike what everyone imagined, this special work guidance team, which was mainly composed of elites from several departments of Dahua Company, did not stay in one place for ten days or half a month like various previous inspection/inspection teams, and then rush to the next stop after understanding the situation and giving guidance. Instead, it was like a dragonfly skimming the water, staying in various second-level units and third-level units with independent financial accounting rights for one or two days before leaving.

At first glance, these guys seemed to be here just to eat for free.

But what was different was that when these guys left, in addition to the various "souvenirs" that were enthusiastically handed over by various units, they also took with them several thick bags of account books.

In their words, time is tight and the task is heavy. In order to obtain an objective evaluation result, it is necessary to take back the account books of fixed assets and engineering categories, and make a horizontal comparative statistics with the data of other second- and third-tier units, and then refer to the operating financial data subsequently supplemented by each unit to give the next step of guidance.

Of course, in order not to seriously affect the work of the financial departments of various units, these account books will be returned before the tenth of next month at the latest.

They are all old hands, and everyone knows what this means. They also know why a fat young deputy team leader adopts this method that is neither like accounting nor auditing, and is not even a formal statistical method.

Therefore, as soon as this special task force of less than 30 people left, many interesting things happened in the units they visited...

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Zhuangxi, a fourth-level unit.

A middle-aged man in work clothes was sitting in his office. He jokingly picked up the item that the other party had pushed over and took a look at it: "Wow, three hundred thousand? Mr. Chen, you are really generous!"

After shaking the passbook, the middle-aged man's smile faded, and then he sternly pushed the passbook back: "Mr. Chen, since the project was approved in March, people who came to me to ask for connections have almost broken down the door. The company has discipline, you should take this passbook back... Again, although this building materials bidding is only a small part of the project materials, Lao Li recommended you, so as long as the quality of your company's building materials is good enough, you will naturally win in fair competition... As for the others, forget it, I'm a timid person and can't stand such a joke."

The man in a suit, who had been flattering, saw the passbook being returned. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. He still had that vulgar smile on his face. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over: "Hey, Manager Qian, I was reckless. Don't be so anxious... take a look at this?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He took the letter paper handed over by the man in the suit and opened it. He was shocked to find that it was an IOU: "What is this?"

The man in the suit chuckled, "Isn't this my brother? I heard that Manager Qian's third aunt's restaurant needs turnover, and he has some spare money, so he plans to earn some interest... Isn't it written here that the money must be repaid next year, and there is 4% interest!"

As he spoke, he offered a cigarette with a smile: "Manager Qian, don't get me wrong, this is a normal commercial loan... reasonable, legal, and compliant... at most, this is just a favor between friends, and in the end you still have to pay it back with interest!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the 100 million yuan loan amount on the IOU, and when he heard the words "you still have to pay it back with interest in the end", he said "oh" in understanding, then took the cigarette handed to him with a smile and lit it. He calmly put the IOU under the matchbox, letting the man in the suit put away the passbook, and stood up and left with a wrinkled face.

the next day.

The middle-aged man had just returned from inspecting the construction site when he saw an older woman, very well dressed, already waiting in the office.

"Hey, Third Aunt, how come you have time to come here today? You should have told me before you came. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, right?"

The middle-aged man apologized, waved his hand, and sent away the administrative girl who was pouring tea. Then he sat down on the sofa with a slight smile between his brows.

When the woman saw the man leave, she lowered her voice and said, "Nephew, didn't you ask me to collect the IOU yesterday? Today, Mr. Chen came to me and said that his company is having financial difficulties and he wants to borrow this million for a year... The interest rate is 36%, which is legal."

A smile flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes, but his hands were moving faster than a rope: "Isn't this nonsense? This is too obvious. He might as well go to the bank for a loan. If this gets out, I'll have to go to the Disciplinary Inspection Department for a chat!"

The woman lowered her voice even more: "Mr. Chen said that we have tried all other financing methods, including bank loans, loans from relatives and friends, and even two or three small local banks... After using all the connections, we are still short of this one million."

The middle-aged man's brows relaxed when he heard this, then he shook his head and sighed, "This Old Chen... that's fine, we are all friends, and since he is in trouble, Third Aunt, you should help him."

Hearing her increasingly successful nephew nod in agreement, the woman smiled and said, "Nephew, since Mr. Chen and his team are so righteous, if they win the bid, we must pay them first after we finish the work... They said that as soon as the company has money in its account, they will pay us back the one million first."

The middle-aged man understood the key point, and nodded and smiled: "Of course."

Just when he was happy that there were more and more smart people...

Ring ring ring~
The landline phone rang tactlessly.

The middle-aged man stood up dissatisfiedly, picked up the microphone, and heard the voice coming from the microphone. The unhappiness on his face immediately disappeared, and even his body straightened up at the first moment.

Two minutes later, the middle-aged man put down the microphone with a grim expression and returned to the sofa as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing that her nephew's hands were shaking slightly, the woman asked with concern: "Fourth son, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, sighed, and shook his head: "Third Aunt, don't ask anymore, go back now and sort out the accounts from last year to this year... Remember, the amount should be how much, not a penny less, and then collect the money within three days, no, two days... Please tell me the difference as soon as possible, and I will find a way to make up for it... I know time is tight, but there is no other way, I have to leave one day to arrange the public accounts."

The woman knew what the "account" her nephew was talking about, and was shocked when she heard it: "What happened? All the accounts for the past two years? That's nearly two hundred!"

The middle-aged man shook his head a little manically: "Third Aunt, don't ask...Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she thought of something, her expression became angry: "Could it be that Liu Ke and the others saw you guarding such a big piece of fat meat and became jealous, and wanted to take it all for themselves!? We never forgot about him every time we got benefits, and we finally got a decent project, but they can't stand it? They don't even let go of the bones and dregs, they are too cruel!"

The middle-aged man shook his head again: "Third Aunt, don't ask... Although the call was from Liu Ke, it has nothing to do with him."

As he said this, he rubbed his rough face irritably: "In fact, Liu Ke will not have an easy time this time. He will have to pay all the benefits he has gained over the years!"

The woman was an old employee who had retired from the system after all. She was shocked when she heard this. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Nephew, are you talking about... the factory?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and finally nodded weakly, his tone full of sneers: "I guess the factory was also forced to do this, Third Aunt, do you know... Liu Ke meant on the phone that after the money is collected, it will be divided into two parts. Half will flow directly back to the factory through the public account, and the other half... hehe, there will be someone to handle it. Even Liu Ke doesn't know which accounts the money will eventually go into!"

After understanding the whole story, the woman was completely stunned.

Even the factory... ?
What this means is that below the factory level, all the small fry like Section Chief Liu and his nephew will have to pay back all the hard-earned money they have earned in the past two years?

These damn bastards!
That was the hard-earned money that my nephew and I had worked so hard to earn over the past two years!
When the woman thought about all her efforts of the past two years going down the drain, her face turned pale and she collapsed on the sofa.

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at the same time.

A third-level unit responsible for overseas business.

Even though the playground was as hot as a steamer after the rain, the voices coming from the rostrum were still full of passion.

“Since President Liao cares about his African brothers, never forgets the historical friendship, and generously donates to revitalize local sports, then our XX Center naturally cannot lag behind… XX Center has decided that in order to promote China-Africa friendship, it will donate 500 million yuan to the charity foundation in the XX region of Africa for poverty alleviation and relief!” A warm applause rang out from the square.

Two hours later...

A square-faced, well-dressed middle-aged man returned to his office.

"Director Jiang, you were not here just now, but President Jiang sent a fax from Africa."

The middle-aged man had just sat down when a pretty secretary in professional attire knocked on the door and came in, then placed a folder respectfully on the middle-aged man's desk.

The middle-aged man took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped his sweat, with a slightly impatient expression: "Lily, there's no one here, no need to do this... I'm too lazy to watch it, just tell me, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, the female secretary gently closed the office door, her expression suddenly became much more charming, and she took the handkerchief from the middle-aged man to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and said with a smile: "Your brother said that the donation from Mr. Liao has been received, and asked what to do next?"

The middle-aged man perked up after hearing this. After spending some money on the female secretary, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Old Liao's son has a trading company under his name, and there is also a brand called Yuhua."

"Well, arrange for someone to spend 500 to yuan to find an unknown fan factory and have them produce a batch of fans. Put the Yuhua brand on them and use the same method to make a batch of Fengyoujing. Then, ship the fans and Fengyoujing to Africa... Then have my brother take million yuan from his charity foundation and transfer it to his son's company as the purchase money."

The secretary nodded as she adjusted her clothes with a coquettish look, "I see, but isn't the Fengyoujing a little inappropriate? Why not just change to canvas sneakers? Anyway, this stuff is low-cost and the market price is hard to use as a reference."

The middle-aged man hooked the secretary's collar and looked inside to admire her: "It doesn't matter. Just make the decision."

The female secretary patted his shoulder in a flirtatious manner and said, "But Director Jiang, although the charity foundation was opened in your brother's personal name, it is in Africa after all. If you use 500 million to purchase goods worth tens of thousands of dollars, will the local Africans really not investigate?"

The middle-aged man smiled proudly when he heard this: "This is why I asked my brother to go to Africa to set up this foundation... For those poor areas over there, it's good enough to have someone send them money. How dare they set up so many rules and regulations like they do in China? Don't worry, my brother won't have any problems."

The female secretary was relieved after hearing this. She sat on the middle-aged man's lap and put her arms around his neck. "That's good. Sister Ping came over just now and said she was going to donate 10 million to your brother's African fund."

The middle-aged man raised his head when he heard this: "Ten million? So much? Who is she going to ask for help that will cost her so much?"

The female secretary shook him gently: "Director Jiang, what you said... Sister Ping's company is also engaged in foreign trade business, why can't they do charity? Besides, don't you see who Sister Ping's lover is? Why does she need to beg for help?"

The middle-aged man laughed out loud, "Right, right, right, it's about showing love. Lily, you're right. We can't make up stories about Sister Ping behind her back. Otherwise, if people find out, we'll be in big trouble... By the way, did Sister Ping tell us about her plans?"

The female secretary smiled and said, "Sister Ping said that out of the 10 million, 2 million will be donated, and for the remaining 8 million...she will send a few accounts over in a few days...her daughter also has a few businesses, and those accounts belong to her daughter's company."

The middle-aged man understood immediately: "As expected of Sister Ping, she is so courageous... Okay, you can do it yourself when the time comes. The two million will be donated normally in the name of the company, and the remaining eight million can be handled in the name of anonymous social donations... Anyway, everything will be done according to the old rules. Sister Ping won't have any objections, right?"

The female secretary rolled her eyes at him and said, "Look at what you said. Who is Sister Ping? How could she care about a mere 300 yuan in handling fees? Besides, if you think it's too expensive, don't come to us... If you can find ten places as clean and neat as ours in the whole of Qilu, I'll lose!... Besides, Sister Ping knows that we still have to pay tribute!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help feeling a little proud when he heard this.

This is true. Although the reform and opening up has entered its thirteenth year, there are not many unofficial small window platforms like theirs that can legitimately connect domestic and foreign "communication business".

Wow, it’s only been a few years, and the donations you’ve handled must be in the tens digits, right?

If I could just hang around for a few more years...

Hey!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man patted the secretary's thin waist, and when she came down, he pressed her neck down skillfully: "By the way, Lily, I plan to apply to study abroad next month. Tell me, where do you want to go then... Hong Kong, the island country, Canada, or America?"

The secretary was delighted when she heard this. She bent down skillfully and answered without hesitation, "Then we must go to America!"

The middle-aged man chuckled and was about to enjoy this slightly exciting blessing...

Ring ring ring~
Seeing that it was the red phone on the desk ringing, the middle-aged man, who was originally extremely unhappy, suddenly became unhappy. He rudely pushed away the female secretary who was lying on his legs, then quickly stood up and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

In less than a minute, the middle-aged man, who was originally full of vigor and vitality, turned visibly pale.

Seeing the middle-aged man put down the phone in a daze, the secretary's heart was hanging in the air: "Director...what happened?"

The middle-aged man stared at her blankly for a long time, then smiled miserably: "What happened? Something big happened!"

"I've worked for nothing these past few years!!"

After saying this, he lay in the chair for a long time in a daze as if all the bones in his body had been drained out, and then he jumped up as if he remembered something.

"Hey, Accountant Wang, come to my office... Come here right now!"

The middle-aged man himself didn't notice that his hands were shaking violently when he hung up the phone.

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However, as the obvious culprit, the fat boy Zhang Jianjun naturally didn't know that just because of a "visit" by him, the deputy team leader who was pretending to be a big shot, hundreds of small fry in the second and third-level units under the command had their years of hard work destroyed.

But even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

At this time, he had just arrived at the river mouth.

After glancing at the bustling city scene outside the car window, the fat boy turned his head and stared blankly for a while. Then, as if bored, he stretched out his right index finger and began to write on the backrest of the front seat.

Instead of stumbling on the mountain, you stumble on the hill...?

hey~
Zhang Jianjun stared at these two famous quotes from the pre-Qin period quoted by Han Fei, and couldn't help but become absent-minded...

(End of this chapter)