The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 92 Young man, your road is narrow!

  In the twinkling of an eye, the brick wall on the first floor was seventy-eight, and Wu Yuan was preparing the formwork and erecting poles single-handedly, when the news came from the furniture factory: the working team came again.

  Wu Yuan hung up the phone, explained to Mr. Qiao Wu, pushed into the car and went straight to the village.

   Ma Mingchao, who has been working as a laborer for a while, threw down his shovel when he saw this, and hurriedly followed.

   Arrived at the village department.

  The two groups faced each other just like last time.

  Only this time, Chen Yingqian also brought the police to help out, obviously coming prepared.

   Fortunately, the policeman who came was none other than Director Yao of the township police station.

   They all know each other, and they are not outsiders.

  Wu Yuan laughed from a long distance away, stopped the vigilant old party secretary, turned to Chen Yingqian and said, "Unexpectedly, Director Chen, we will meet again so soon."

   Before Chen Yingqian could speak, the young male subordinate Cheng Xiangdong he brought sneered first.

  What is this person's attitude? No wonder the old party secretary became so angry.

  However, Wu Yuan didn't look at him at all, and looked directly at Chen Yingqian.

  The meaning is self-evident: you are not worthy of talking to me, I only talk directly to your leader.

   Immediately, Chen Yinggan said in a business-like tone: "According to the spirit of the meeting above, the goal of this working group is to clean up and rectify emerging enterprises outside the state-owned system, focusing on the tax payable and unpaid in the previous year."

   It appears that the scope of this investigation has expanded and become more targeted.

  Wu Yuan expected such a day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

   It’s not even a month since the last time.

  Is it so impatient?

   But in the next second, Wu Yuan took the lead in applauding: "Welcome the working group to Xingwang Furniture Factory."

  This change of attitude not only shook Yang Zhishu, but also made Cheng Xiangdong look astonished.

   After finishing speaking, he turned around and took the working group straight to the financial room.

   Ma Mingqi saw a group of people approaching from a distance, and knew that this time she couldn't escape.

   Standing up to welcome the door, the young female accountant in the investigation team was immediately excited.

   "Ming Qi, so you are here!"

   "Chen Chu, Zhao Guo, Cheng Xiangdong, you are here."

  The two parties met, and Wu Yuan confessed face-to-face: "Ming Qi, cooperate with Director Chen's work well. Good cigarettes, good tea, good hospitality."

   "Understood, Master Yuan."

   After explaining, Wu Yuan turned around and left.

  Unexpectedly, Cheng Xiangdong said suddenly: "Boss Wu, checking accounts is a very meticulous job. The chainsaw in your workshop is too noisy, which will affect our work efficiency."

  Ma Mingchao silently took a step forward.

  As long as Wu Yuan makes a gesture, he doesn't mind beating this kid up in front of Yao Suo.

   It's really pushing your nose and face, deceiving people too much!

   Yang Zhishu was even more direct: "The surname Cheng, do you know how much loss the factory will cause if one day's work is stopped?"

  Old Xutou and Accountant Li echoed, "Yes."

  Wu Yuan was expressionless, and directly said to Chen Yingqian: "Director Chen, I will give you three days!"

  Chen Yingqian hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you, Boss Wu, for your cooperation. We will do it as soon as possible."

   After speaking, the three of them followed Ma Mingqi into the accounting room.

  Wu Yuan turned his head and left Ma Mingchao behind and said, "Stay here and watch, and report to me in time if there is any situation."

  Ma Mingchao nodded heavily, and then stopped in front of the financial office.

   Full of pressure.

  Wu Yuan took Party Secretary Yang and Director Yao out of the courtyard of Xingwang Furniture Factory.

   Then Party Secretary Yang jumped his feet anxiously and said, "How can you stop the factory for three days? How much will you lose!"

   "Father, there is no way to be anxious. This test will be passed sooner or later. It happens that my house needs the help of a carpenter. Even if there is no Cheng, I have to transfer the old generation to them."

  Old Xutou also persuaded: "That's fine. When they can't find out the problem, they will naturally be honest."

  Wu Yuan turned around and lit a cigarette for Director Yao.

  Hearing Director Yao say with emotion: "If Lao Fan had half the wit of you back then, he wouldn't have made trouble like this."

  Wu Yuan immediately became interested: "Yao Suo, is Boss Fan okay?"

   "It's hard to talk about it. Anyway, it's indispensable to spend a year and a half in the house."

  Wu Yuan knew it well.

  If Fan Weimin didn't have a ghost in his heart, he probably wouldn't be so uncooperative.

   After sighing, Wu Yuan saw the old generation, Zhai Di, Master Chen, Master Chi and three apprentices come out.

   A group of people went straight to the old house of the Wu family and began to set up formwork and pillars.

  The financial room was completely quiet.

   Only the sewing workshop next to it was chirping from time to time.

   But Cheng Xiangdong couldn't take care of it anymore.

  He is now putting all his energy into the account book in front of him, hoping to find out some problems, so that Wu Yuan can look good!

  Seeing this scene, Chen Yingqian shook his head secretly.

  Smoking Hua Zi from the furniture factory, but his evaluation of Cheng Xiangdong, a subordinate, plummeted in his heart.

  Young man, your road is narrow!

   After I've been busy for a while, I have to drive this kid away quickly.

   Otherwise, with his dead-headedness, sooner or later, he will get hurt himself.

   In contrast, Zhao Guo, a girl, even forgot her job when she saw her old friend, but at least she didn't drag her down.

  Actually, Zhao Guo and Ma Mingqi are alumni, both graduated from the Municipal Finance and Accounting Technical Secondary School.

  When they were in the Finance Bureau, the two got along very well.

  As soon as I came back from the Chinese New Year, I found that Ma Mingqi was not coming, and I found out that she had resigned after asking.

   It's been a while of regret.

  Seeing her here now, Zhao Guo couldn't help but feel aggrieved for Ma Mingqi and said, "What happened? How did you end up doing odd jobs in this small factory?"

   "Sister Guoguo, I'm actually pretty good. This is my home, and I don't have to travel around to and from work every day. The salary is not less than that of the bureau, and I can take care of the family. Isn't that great?"

   "Then how much is your salary?"

  Ma Mingqi gestured a number.

  Seeing Zhao Guo sitting up straight, "Is it true? Is it twice as long as I am and still has a turn?"

   "Of course it is true, our factory is very profitable." Ma Mingqi said proudly.

   So Zhao Guo began to work with such doubts.

   I don’t know if I don’t check.

   I checked and was taken aback.

  After half a day, Zhao Guo raised his head, rubbed his stiff neck and said, "Ming Qi, this factory is really making money!"

   "For such a profitable factory, it is impossible for the accounts to be correct!"

   It was Cheng Xiangdong who said this. He was already mad with jealousy, and even a little bit demonic.

  Zhao Guo gave this person a white look, then turned around and continued to gossip with Ming Qi: "I can't imagine that such a small factory that makes money is actually made by such a young man! Judging by his age, he is not yet 30, right?"

   "What, my master Yuan is only 22!" Ma Mingqi said in a protective tone: "But you are 22 years old, and you are useless. My master Yuan is already married, my young lady is very beautiful, and she has given birth to a pair of twins."

  Zhao Guo looked up to the sky and sighed: "God, why do good men belong to other people's family?"

  (end of this chapter)