It is not easy to investigate the reselling of products. After all, Hua Steel is the backbone enterprise of the entire Hualin. Its output and shipment volume are not small. If you want to bring in private goods, you only need to open up a few joints and share the profits. It is simply unnecessary.

It's too easy. There are too many people and things involved, so it's not easy to investigate. But it's much easier to investigate the resale of old equipment that has been eliminated.

Wang Xiang is well-known in the factory, but this matter involves the interests of countless people. This is to poach Huagang, and Huagang is a state-owned enterprise. From the factory director Song Yukun to Xing Saner, the chief of the security department,

All of them are cadres with a formal establishment. Poaching Huagang's wall is the same as poaching the country's wall.

Those who participated in it all wanted to keep silent and hide the matter in a hole under the bed, so how could they take the initiative to tell outsiders.

However, there is no airtight wall in this world. Whatever has been done, no matter how well it is concealed, there will always be traces left behind.

Wang Zhong doesn't have the time or energy to do any kind of squatting investigation in the factory, but there is no shortage of people who can.

Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others.

You have to do everything yourself. Although there is fun, it is all the same. Life is driven by nothing more than profit, and few people can escape this exception.

Xiaofeng is like this, Wang Xiang is like this, Wang Yang, Shen Mo, Fu Weijun, Gong Biao, Huang Liru and others are also like this.

Speaking of Gong Biao, Wang Zhong met Gong Biao again in Jishan Hall that day. He was in his twenties. Although Gong Biao was not very handsome when he was young, he had a youthful air about him.

It’s just that mouth that likes to nag is not very reliable.

"Director Gong?" Wang Zhong looked at Gong Biao, who was a few years older than himself, and greeted him with a smile.

"We are about the same age, just call me Biaozi." In a place like a factory, Gong Biao is no longer the stupid young man who just stepped out of school. He is smooth and worldly, talking to everyone and talking to ghosts.

It has long become instinctive.

Gong Biao looked to be at least twenty-six or seven, and it was not wrong to say that he was about the same age as Wang Zhong.

"Biaozi, let me tell you straight. You can order a meal if you want, but you have to pay off the previous meal debt first. And every time you order a meal in the future, you have to pay in cash and you can't sign another bill." Wang Zhong said directly.

Huang Ling was supposed to be in charge of reception at the counter, but Song Yukun, the factory director, was not a son of a man. He signed the bill every time. Every time, Wang Zhong had to go to the financial department of Huagang to settle the bill. It was fine at first, but last month and last

Something happened to the order last month, but it has still been settled until now.

The head of the finance department said that he was waiting for the factory director's signature to confirm. He could not give the money without the factory director's signature.

That's why it happened today.

"Brother Wang Zhong, isn't the Finance Department going through the procedures? With a factory as big as Huagang, how can we still owe you some food money?" Gong Biao still used the same tone he usually used in the factory.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "That's a lot to say. Didn't I finish the first two months? I've been to the Finance Department three times!"

"Brother, just think of it as a favor and help me this time. When you come back, I'll treat you to a drink!"

"Biaozi, it's not a question of whether I can give you face or not, it's a matter of my small shop not being able to withstand you signing orders like this."

Gong Biao wanted to say something more, but Wang Zhong stretched out his hand to interrupt him: "Okay, that's it for now. Let's save some dignity for each other. If we continue talking, it won't be good if we break up."

"This is just a small restaurant, and what I do is just a small business. It's not like those big restaurants with big businesses. Big restaurants really can't stand such trouble."

"Alas!" Gong Biao sighed. He didn't want to embarrass Wang Zhong, but this was a task given to him by Song Yukun himself. If he couldn't complete it, how could he still hang out in the factory.

"Brother, even if you want to pay the bill, you have to wait until you finish eating! Do you think this will work? You can prepare today's meal first. When the factory director and the others are finished eating, I will pay the bill. Then I will go to the Finance Department.

Do you think it’s reimbursement?”

Gong Biao looked at Wang Zhong with a sincere expression.

Wang Zhong looked embarrassed at first, and then sighed: "Okay, don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face. If you call me brother, then I will give you this face and treat you as my friend. But first, let's talk

Okay, it’s whatever it is, but there’s no discount.”

A smile appeared on Gong Biao's face: "No problem, I'm not the kind of person who behaves after getting an advantage. If you help me this time, I will remember your kindness."

In the evening, at half past six, Song Yukun led several section chiefs, secretaries, and a few strangers in suits and ties from the factory to Jishan Hall.

Gong Biao suddenly followed behind.

Song Yukun and other leaders in the factory were all smiling. Song Yukun pulled the middle-aged man next to him with a friendly look on his face and said, "Mr. Liu, you may not think this restaurant is small, but the chef's skills are like this!"

As he spoke, he leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and whispered: "Mr. Liu, the chef of this restaurant is a descendant of our Huagang family. I heard that he went to the provincial capital to learn the art. Not only does he cook Northeastern cuisine,

That’s great, I’m proficient in several cuisines.”

"Oh? This chef can cook Cantonese cuisine?" Mr. Liu is from Guangdong Province. He has been having a heated relationship with Song Yukun recently. Many of the raw materials used in the factory now come from this man named Mr. Liu.

Song Yukun smiled mysteriously and said, "Let me give it a try first."

Mr. Liu's curiosity was really aroused when he heard what Song Yukun said. Looking at Jishantang, which was just a facade in front of him, he couldn't connect it with the expected big hotel. But the more this happened, Liu

The more curious I become.

People are like this, always full of curiosity about unknown things.

Song Yukun also put a lot of thought into asking Gong Biao to come and make a reservation in advance. After knowing that Wang Zhong could cook Cantonese cuisine, he specially ordered a table of Cantonese cuisine just to entertain Mr. Liu and his party.

In the past, Song Yukun would not even look at a businessman like Mr. Liu, but now the situation is different. Although a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, if Huagang really dies in the hands of Song Yukun, then Song Yukun's career will also be ruined.

If we cut it off like this, we might still be in trouble.

And even if Huagang really collapsed, Song Yukun himself would have to eat enough.

Now Hua Steel is in a mess. It can't get rid of the big tail, so it just resells the oil and water of the equipment. How can it satisfy the appetite of Director Song Da? What Song Yukun really wants to eat is the tribute in the hands of suppliers like Mr. Liu.

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"Brother, thank you for today!" Gong Biao said to Wang Zhong, who was wearing a white chef's uniform, at the counter in the front hall of Jishan Hall. Although his flesh was painful and tight, the result was good. Mr. Liu and his party were extremely satisfied with the meal and gave a thumbs up.

It is said that even in Shenzhen, such authentic and delicious Cantonese food is rare, and Gong Biao was praised by Song Yukun for this.

"It's not like you didn't pay me!" Wang Zhong said.

"If there is anything I can do to help you in the future, please let me know. If I can help, I won't let you go." Although Wang Zhong said this, Gong Biao still accepted Wang Zhong's feelings in his heart.

"I take these words seriously!" Wang Zhong looked at Gong Biao and said seriously.

"necessary!"

Although Gong Biao is a strong-mouthed king who has lived in his own dreams all his life, but with his smooth and worldly temperament, if the incident in the original plot had not happened, it might have been possible for him to become famous.

The next morning, after returning from the vegetable market with Wang Yang, Wang Zhong went straight to the finance department of the factory and took the account book to the chief of the finance department to write off the accounts. This time, the chief of the finance department did not embarrass Wang Zhong again and opened the door.

He opened the safe, took out a wad of cash, and placed it in front of Wang Zhong.

"Isn't the number wrong?" There was no need to count, just one look at Wang Zhong and he knew the number was wrong: "In the past two months alone, you signed more than this at my restaurant."

"This is from last month!" the finance section chief said with a smile.

Wang Zhong sneered, looked at the finance section chief and said, "What about last month and this month?"

The finance section chief said: "Last month's payment will be settled next month. As for this month's payment, of course it will be two months later."

"Section Chief, I just run a small restaurant and run it on a small budget. I don't purchase and ship goods in a factory. I don't have that much capital turnover. Aren't you bullying honest people?"

"Wang Zhong, don't talk nonsense. It's not that I'm not giving you money, but I'm bullying you!" the finance section chief said with a serious face.

"This is not bullying, but I don't believe it. A factory as big as Huagang doesn't even have money to pay for food?" Wang Zhong said angrily.

"You don't want to?" The finance section chief's face turned cold.

"Yes, I don't want to!" Wang Zhong said directly.

But the finance section chief said: "Our finance section is in charge of the factory's money bag, and all bills have to go through procedures. Will a factory as big as Huagang owe you that little money? The Chinese New Year will be celebrated in a few months.

Well, the factory director finally brought in Hong Kong businessmen. The factory has been working overtime recently. There are more and more things going on, especially in our finance department. There are few people and many things to do. Besides, it’s not like the factory won’t give you money, it’s just a little late.

That’s it, you are also a disciple of Huagang, why can’t you be considerate?”

First he spoke sincerely, then he spoke righteously, and finally he went straight to moral kidnapping.

It's a pity that he chose the wrong person this time.

"Of course I can be considerate, but can the factory also be considerate of me? I am just an ordinary person with no family background. I rely on a small restaurant like Jishantang in Hukou to support my family. With a family business as big as Huagang, I certainly can't

I won’t even be able to get money for meals. Besides, those bills are all signed by leaders like you, so they are not fake. Even if the Finance Department is busy with everything, they won’t be able to find time to pay for meals.

Bar?"

"I'll tell you the truth!" the finance section chief whispered: "If you still want to do business with our Hua Steel Group, you have to follow our rules. The current accounting process is two months, so you can't miss a day.

.”

Wang Zhong stood up, looked into the eyes of the finance section chief, and said coldly: "Has the section chief convinced me?"

The finance section chief smiled and said: "Wang Zhong, you are a smart person. Smart people should do smart things."

"I'm sorry, you are not me, and I am not you. The smart things you said are not so smart in my opinion. What I want to do is very simple." Wang Zhong pushed the bill to the finance section chief.

: "Sign the bill, pay back the money, and settle the debt."

"Huagang is not you..."

"I don't care what Huagang is. I only take what I should take. I won't take things that aren't mine. They are mine and no one can owe me anything."

"you······"

"What do I mean, people who are barefoot are not afraid of people who wear shoes?" Wang Zhong said with a smile, but the threatening meaning was not concealed.

"What do you mean?" The finance section chief's face turned a bit ugly.

Wang Zhongdao: "If I can't get the money you owe me from Huagang, then I will have to go to the municipal committee and the finance department to find someone to ask for it. I have never known what it means to be low-key. If I find any eggs and make it into the newspapers,
To be continued...