I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 719, Chapter 718: "Fang Qingye, I'm waiting for you to dismiss me!"

In fact, Fang Qingye knew in her heart that although the model was well made, it was still handmade and could not compare to the low cost of the 3D printed models that were becoming popular now.
After all, architectural models are not works of art, so the quality of their workmanship is not the primary consideration.

Fang Qingye then visited the painting area, a closed space converted from an old shipping container. The exterior walls were covered with color swatches, and several respirators were hanging at the entrance.

A middle-aged woman who appears to have polio sits on a custom-made high stool, using her toes to hold an airbrush to paint a Roman column model, with a palette stuck to the armrest of her wheelchair beside her.

Fang Qingye then visited the assembly and splicing workshop next to the main workshop. It was even more cluttered than the main workshop, with parts waiting to be assembled and huge glue bottles everywhere.

He saw a man without a left hand supporting the tall building with his chest and chin, skillfully applying white glue with his right hand, and then quickly and precisely gluing the two walls together.

The tool wall has different heights for each layer, and the bottom layer has a magnetic prosthetic adapter that can attract small tools such as hammers and tweezers.

Fang Qingye noticed that although the workshop was somewhat messy, the floor was divided into sections using epoxy floor paint with different textures. The non-slip rough texture guided visually impaired employees, while the smooth area was for wheelchair access. Next to the grinding machine, there was a sign language diagram: a horizontal thumb gesture meant "stop," and pressing down with the palm meant "reduce speed."

After visiting the two workshops, Wu Xuejun thought Fang Qingye was going to return to the office building, but unexpectedly, they visited the component pretreatment workshop, landscape production workshop, and quality inspection and packaging workshop right next to each other.
They actually visited every single workshop, and then went back to the office building and looked at every single office.

Unlike the workshop, where most employees are disabled, the office has a lot of healthy employees, but Fang Qingye noticed that they are all older, mostly middle-aged people in their forties or fifties.

How many employees does your factory have now?

"At the end of last year, the statistics showed 203 people, of whom 142 were disabled, accounting for about 70%, but 6 of them have already resigned," Wu Xuejun said, recounting the details with great familiarity.

"Oh," Fang Qingye said casually as she entered the factory's design room. Suddenly, she was drawn to a drawing on the wall, a hand-drawn exterior of a modern commercial building.

The brushstrokes on the metal frame are crisp and precise, clearly outlining the structure's contours. The crystal-clear glass, the frosted aluminum panels, and the subtle textures of the stone at the entrance are all rendered with exquisite detail in the drawings, showcasing the textures of the materials.

On the scale of A1 drawings, each curtain wall unit can be clearly seen: the cross-sectional shape of the structural adhesive, the opening angle of the ventilation louvers, and even the weather-resistant gaskets at the glass joints.

"Who drew this?" Fang Qingye couldn't help but ask.

“This was drawn by our former technician Zheng Qian, and this is her desk,” Wu Xuejun said, pointing to the empty desk next to her.

“She was the best designer in our factory, but she has already resigned. I couldn’t keep her, and I didn’t try to persuade her to stay. People have to eat, after all.” Wu Xuejun’s voice became low again.

I never expected Zheng Qian to have this talent; this painting actually has the feel of an art piece.

Fang Qingye thought to herself but didn't say anything. After making a big circle back to her original office, she sat down, took a sip of tea, and asked:
"Director Wu, your factory is a state-owned enterprise and a welfare factory. Why isn't the government doing anything about this?"

"All the taxes and fees that should have been waived have been waived, and the relevant departments have also been actively helping us find business opportunities. But the competition is fierce now, and it's tough. The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and the county has decided to give each employee 800 yuan for the holiday. But that's not enough, with prices rising so much. So I'm thinking of taking out a loan to pay the workers a month's wages first, and then pay the water and electricity bills. The power company has already urged us several times."

“You’re all bank leaders, so I won’t lie to you. The loan is just to pay salaries. Survival comes first, then we can talk about anything else,” Wu Xuejun concluded.

"Could I take a look at the financial statements?" Fang Qingye asked again.

"Sure, last year's financial statements have been finalized. I'll go get them for you."

Soon, Wu Xuejun brought over the final accounts statement, which Fang Qingye examined carefully.

Annual revenue is approximately 850 million yuan, but costs of 1190 million yuan mainly include raw materials, wages for disabled employees, and maintenance of barrier-free facilities.

Last year, we suffered a direct loss of 340 million!
Even more alarming is the cumulative loan balance of 1200 million yuan, with a debt-to-asset ratio exceeding 100%.

"How come you're losing so much money? I remember your business was pretty good a few years ago?" Fang Qingye asked, frowning. "It's mainly because the product competition is too fierce. Now there are so many high-tech products like 3D printing, and our factory's various models don't have a cost advantage. Also, well, never mind." Wu Xuejun hesitated, sighed, and ultimately didn't say anything.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a man reeking of alcohol barged in. It was Duan Bo, the factory manager of the modeling plant.

When he saw Fang Qingye, he gave a forced smile: "Oh my, it's President Fang himself who has graced us with his presence. My apologies for not recognizing you." He then clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, as if from ancient times, and said, "You two can talk, I won't disturb you." With that, he turned to leave.

Fang Qingye could no longer hold back and said, "Director Duan, you are the director of the modeling factory. Director Wu has been running around and worrying himself sick over the factory's current state, and you, as the top leader, are completely indifferent?!"

"If he wants to run away, he can run away. I'm not interested."

Upon hearing this, the faces of everyone present turned ugly. Even the honest factory director Wu showed anger on his face, his rough hands gripping the armrests of his chair tightly, veins bulging.

"Director Duan, do you want to quit again?" Fang Qingye stared at him coldly and said.

"You're right!" Duan Bo suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Fang Qingye: "So what if I don't want to work here anymore? You demoted me from the city investment company to here, why don't you fire me again? Haha. I'd love for this lousy factory to go bankrupt!"

"Director Duan, you've had too much to drink!" Bank Manager Song, sitting next to him, couldn't help but scold him, then said to Wu Xuejun, "Director Wu, have someone take him away!"

"No need, I'll walk myself!" Duan Bo staggered away, and when he reached the door, he turned back to look at Fang Qingye, pointing at him with his finger: "Fang Qingye, I'm waiting for you to fire me!" He then laughed and left.

court death!

Fang Qingye cursed inwardly.

With a blank expression, he looked at Wu Xuejun and said, "Director Wu, Jinghai Bank can lend you money, but there's a condition: I need to check all your financial records for the past three years, including all the detailed accounts and original vouchers!"

"what?"

Deng Hui, who was sitting next to her, was a little surprised.

When approving corporate loans, reviewing financial records is of paramount importance, but generally only three statements are examined: the balance sheet, the income statement, and the cash flow statement. Detailed ledgers are only subject to spot checks, and occasionally relevant original documents (contracts, invoices, bank statements) are reviewed for verification.

But for someone like Fang Qingye, who needs to review all the detailed accounts and original vouchers, it's not like a bank loan approval investigation, but more like an audit!
audit?!
Deng Hui suddenly understood.

Wu Xuejun was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered: "Okay, we will do our best to cooperate, but I hope to get the loan approved before the Spring Festival so I can pay everyone's salaries."

"No problem, I'll send my finance staff over tomorrow!"

After the business was concluded, Fang Qingye left. On the way back, Deng Hui turned to look at Fang Qingye, whose eyes were slightly closed, and said, "President Fang, you've gone to such lengths not just to check whether the modeling factory's finances meet the loan requirements, have you?"

"It's good that you know." Fang Qingye didn't open her eyes.

“President Deng, that’s definitely not it.” Hu Lingling, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned around and looked at her: “That Duan Bo is so arrogant, he even dared to yell at President Fang. Investigate his factory’s accounts thoroughly! Investigate him for falsifying accounts, investigate him for embezzlement! Humph, it won’t be as simple as just being dismissed from his post.”

"Hu Lingling, you talk too much!" Fang Qingye scolded.

Hu Lingling quickly turned her head away, not daring to say anything more.

Early the next morning, Deng Hui, the vice president of Jinghai Bank, led three financial staff to the county model factory and began to review all the ledgers under the pretext of approving loans.

(End of this chapter)