Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

With their work schedules finalized, the brother and sister each went about their own business.

Aside from going to the palace every day to coordinate with the craftsmen of the Ministry of Works, Gu Mingli spent his time in his study drawing spinning wheel blueprints.

Gu Mingyue then plunged into the Juhong Business Unit base and began basic human resource management.

With over two thousand people crammed together, trouble is bound to break out sooner or later if there are no rules.

She needed to solidify her foundation before going to Jiangzhou.

She held Shi Buji and Yan Xiaoliu by the arm and kept an eye on them from morning till night.

Three people squatted in the construction site shed, drafting regulations one by one.

The Business Unit Employee Handbook is a full forty pages long.

From start times to penalties for absenteeism, nothing is too small.

Shi Buji's hand cramped up from writing, so he shook his wrist.

Fortunately, Yan Xiaoliu could also read, so he took the pen and continued writing.

Hearing the detailed rules, he asked curiously, "Boss, are we running a pharmacy or a military camp?"

Gu Mingyue didn't even look up.

"This is no less relaxed than the military camp; without rules, there can be no order. A force of two thousand people cannot be managed without a management team."

At the base, the craftsmen are working hard to finish the work.

The sounds of hammering and banging echoed from morning till night, and all the workers rolled up their sleeves and got to work.

Some carried timber, others passed nails.

Even the few junior apprentices who were used to being lazy were being bossed around.

The entire barren mountain was bustling with activity.

Seven days later.

The desolate mountains west of the city look completely different from what they did half a month ago.

Ten golden nanmu wood factory buildings are lined up on a platform halfway up the mountain.

The dark brown beams and pillars have a warm, smooth wood grain, and the roof is covered with blue tiles with slightly upturned eaves at the four corners.

From a distance, it doesn't look like a pharmaceutical workshop at all.

It resembles a summer retreat built by some nobleman in the mountains.

Master Lu and his team worked for a full ten days.

On the day the last beam was tenoned, he stood on the scaffolding and looked down.

He was stunned for a long time.

Having worked in the construction industry for thirty years, this was the most magnificent workshop he had ever built.

He stroked his chin and muttered something.

"With this kind of layout, there's more than enough room for people to live in."

Gu Mingyue stood at the entrance of Factory Building No. 1 and reached out to touch the door frame.

The wood is smooth and delicate, and the joints are perfectly fitted. You can't even feel a seam when you run your fingertip across it.

She nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk inside.

The factory interior has been arranged according to the blueprints she provided.

Fifty bronze steamers were arranged on both sides, their bodies polished to a gleaming shine.

The charcoal kiln area is located downwind, with the flue leading to the back of the mountain.

The drying racks extend from the back door of the factory to the open space on the south slope.

They are spaced three inches apart, arranged at varying heights, and neatly arranged.

Shi Buji followed behind, carrying a stack of rules and regulations and attendance records.

Yan Xiaoliu followed closely behind, his eyes filled with excitement and pride.

"Master, Master Lu's men finished up yesterday."

Shi Buji handed over a stack of papers.

"I've paid the final payment according to the contract, and the acceptance forms are all here."

"Also, the four accountants you ordered to be transferred, along with a dozen or so staff, arrived this morning."

Gu Mingyue took the inspection form, scanned it, and didn't find any faults.

"Where is he?"

"Building number three is waiting."

Gu Mingyue returned the order to him and walked away.

Building No. 3 is an office building.

There are three main halls, more than twenty private rooms, and a conference room and negotiation room at the back.

The most luxurious study room is well-ventilated on three sides, with wide windows and excellent natural light.

That was Gu Mingyue's employer's office.

She pushed open the door, sat down in the armchair, and looked around.

A rosewood desk is placed in the center, with a Duan inkstone and a Xiangfei bamboo pen holder on it.

On the right stands a six-panel huanghuali wood screen, carved with pine trees and cranes symbolizing longevity.

On the left-hand display shelf were a pair of Xuande censers and a celadon plum vase.

In the corner, there was a pot of asparagus fern that was half a person tall, with leaves so green they seemed to drip with moisture.

These were all specially taken out of the storeroom by her father and sent over.

Gu Debai's original words were: "Since you're going to do legitimate business, your storefront can't be shabby."

Gu Mingyue didn't say anything at the time, but she secretly remembered it.

This cheapskate father may be stingy in words, but he's incredibly generous when it comes to his children.

She leaned back in her chair and tapped her fingers on the armrest.

Very satisfied.

The next room was the accounting office.

Four sets of items—a long table, an abacus, and writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone—were neatly arranged.

Four middle-aged men stood in the room, their backs ramrod straight.

With their hands hanging at their sides, they resembled soldiers lined up for inspection.

These were transferred from her father's private accounting team.

They've all been doing this for over a decade, and their skills are top-notch.

Of course, it's not appropriate to delve into the details of what accounts were kept in the past.

Gu Mingyue walked in, and the four of them bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Master."

Gu Mingyue sat down in the main seat without exchanging pleasantries.

"Two people manage the income and expenditure accounts, and two people manage the inventory and monthly payments."

All accounts are made in triplicate.

"Keep one copy in the business division, and send one copy to the Kyoto headquarters..."

She paused for a moment.

"The main branch hasn't been established yet, send it to me first."

The four of them responded in unison.

Gu Mingyue glanced at them.

"My father's rules are my father's rules."

"For me, there's only one rule: the accounts must be clean."

That was a statement that was neither too harsh nor too mild.

The backs of the four old accountants tensed up simultaneously.

The oldest one in the group tentatively spoke up.

"Master, when you say 'clean,' do you mean the money is clean on paper?"

"Or are all business income and expenses clean?"

Gu Mingyue said earnestly:

"all."

"Run your business honestly and transparently, and make money with integrity."

"Employees should receive their due share."

Not a single tael of tax silver that should be turned over to the national treasury can be missing.

The four old accountants were all stunned.

They looked at each other, momentarily stunned.

They had followed Gu Debai for over a decade and had never heard such words before.

Which business doesn't try to save on those few taxes?

This young boss actually wants to pay the full amount?

The elderly man who was leading the group was the first to realize what was happening.

He quickly bowed and accepted.

"Your subordinate understands, Master, please rest assured."

The other three quickly followed.

Gu Mingyue didn't say anything more, got up and went out.

Yan Xiaoliu took two steps closer and whispered.

"Master, these men are all the master's men."

"Is he reliable?"

Whether someone is reliable or not is not important.

Gu Mingyue didn't turn her head, talking as she walked.

"The three sets of accounts are reconciled, so there's no way to manipulate them."

Yan Xiaoliu scratched his head.

He doesn't understand anything about accounting and bookkeeping.

But he knew one thing: working for this young boss was the right thing to do.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"The employer is brilliant!"

Gu Mingyue exudes the aura of a female CEO.

"Call someone for a meeting."

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