Pang Bo straightened his shirt and went to a stock room in the middle of the third floor of the county party committee office building. The door sign read "Income Management Unit."
Just like the entrance to Lu Liang's office in the morning, it was crowded with people, all holding documents in their hands and looking anxiously waiting.
However, this time no one stopped Pang Bo from appearing, and no one blamed him for jumping in line. Instead, a swarm of swarms came around and asked:
"Comrade, are you from the revenue management unit?"
"Uh... that's right!" Pang Bo said lightly.
"Is there any special fund from the province or city recently?" a middle-aged man with a tired face asked politely.
Pang Bo shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know this. I need to ask our leaders to know."
Seeing that Pang Bo was in a hurry to enter the department, the middle-aged man handed over a stack of documents:
"Comrade, we in Yanghua Township are currently engaged in a pilot breeding industry. This is a project approved by Secretary Xu of the county party committee. Please take a closer look at our situation. If there are special funds coming from above, give us a little more, not more, one Just give us a few drops of rain, please, please."
The middle-aged man was very polite, a bit humble in his politeness, and Pang Bo felt very ashamed. He probably didn't know that he was just a seconded employee, and there was no hope of becoming a full-time employee.
"Okay! I understand." Pang Bo accepted the information shamelessly.
"And mine, little comrade, please help us. We also have a project in Sanbazi Township..."
"And me, I also have..."
The man in the middle seemed to suddenly open the door of hope, and the anxiously waiting cadres from various townships, as if grasping a life-saving straw, stuffed all the project materials in their hands into Pangbo's hands.
Pang Bo frowned tightly, and it can be seen that Wantong County's financial revenue has bottomed out.
If the financial difficulties cannot be solved, the consequences will be serious.
Pang Bo entered the room holding a stack of information. The scene inside was very familiar.
There are a total of five seats outside, and one empty seat has been cleared, obviously reserved for Pang Bo.
Two men and two women sat in the remaining seats.
The young and immature little girl was applying nail polish, and her colorful makeup couldn't hide her bored expression, as if to say that this loser girl didn't want to have sex for a second.
The older female cadre was playing minesweeper.
A young man slightly younger than Pombo was drawing on white paper.
A middle-aged man was left doing forms on the computer.
There is another person reading a newspaper in the cubicle inside. It should be Luo Minghui, the director of the stock room.
It seems that everyone here is idle.
Seeing Pang Bo come in, the four of them didn't even bother to raise their heads to take a look. The young man Hua Hua just waved his hands and said:
"Any project involving funds should go directly to our director. We are not responsible for the allocation of funds here."
The room was quiet for a few seconds. Pang Bo ignored him and walked straight towards Luo Minghui's position.
"Hey, you can't hear what I'm saying. If you want money, go to our director. No one from the stock room is allowed to enter."
The young man was annoyed and stood up to scold Pang Bo.
The other three people also looked over.
But when he finished shouting, Pang Bo had already arrived in front of Luo Minghui.
"Director Luo, this is Pang Bo. Director Lu asked me to come and report."
Luo Minghui hurriedly stood up, looked Pangbo up and down, and cursed in his heart: Niang Xipi, another person with connections is thrown in, how can I lead this team?
"Hello, the director has already given instructions. Xiao Pang, your position is here. You just came today. First, you need to understand the situation of our county finance bureau."
Luo Minghui was about to lead Pang Bo to an empty position, but Pang Bo said bluntly:
"Director Luo, I have spent two hours at noon to get a preliminary understanding of our Finance Bureau. You can arrange for me to do things directly."
Luo Minghui's face froze. He was surprised and at the same time didn't know how to answer the question.
He originally thought that Pang Bo was a connected person who had been brought in. Logically speaking, shouldn't such a person be troublesome, lazy, and negative?
Why would he rush to get the job?
"Xiao Pang, since you know the situation, you should know what our stock room does."
"Our revenue management unit is responsible for the collection and management of non-tax revenues such as government funds, special funds, lotteries, administrative fees, fines and confiscations. It is also responsible for the management and disposal of fines and confiscations."
"Carry out the collection, reconciliation and analysis of non-tax revenue data; carry out government non-tax revenue business training. If necessary, our stock office also needs to assist with taxation work."
Pangbo answered fluently, and these were all things he had memorized in his mind during the two hours in the afternoon.
This stock room is not big, and the two rooms inside and outside, one large and one small, are connected to each other, so the four cadres outside can hear clearly.
Everyone had complicated expressions, but absolutely no one envied Pang Bo.
On the contrary, their attitude was like, if such an awesome person comes in, he will never be able to fish in the future.
The female cadre in her thirties walked over to the man who was making a form in front of the computer and smiled:
"Old Ding, here you come to help. You will have company in the future, hehe!"
Old Ding pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses and forced a smile.
"I remember it very well..." Luo Minghui's expression seemed to say, you still know, then you still let me arrange work?
"Xiao Pang, actually we have finished all the work for this month before you came here. If no new funds come in, you should take the time to read the recent meeting minutes."
Pang Bo looked at Luo Minghui in surprise: "Director, it's only the middle of the month..."
No funds will come in for the next half month?
Luo Minghui didn't even bother to answer this question and walked back to his cubicle.
Pang Bo quickly guessed that in view of the current financial situation of Wantong County, the gap is too big, and a lot of funds have been used to fill the shortfall as soon as they arrive. The process is simplified as much as possible, and what is reported may be a series of It's just numbers, no cash at all.
There is no way to get into revenue management stocks.
Of course, this may also involve issues of compliance and legality.
Pangbo looked around, four pairs of eyes staring at him, each look more complex than the last.
But soon they became "busy" as if nothing happened, painting nails, clearing mines, painting, and making forms.
Seeing that they had no intention of getting to know each other, Pang Bo shook his head and sat on the empty seat.
For more than an hour, Pang Bo was looking up information on the computer carefully, going back and forth to the data room from time to time. Although he had lived in prison for a long time, his enthusiasm for studying was still the same as before.
You must know that he is a top student at Linbin University of Political Science and Law, and his learning ability and perseverance are very strong.
But this feeling is very depressing. He feels like he has been assigned to a poor class. He is the only one who is studying hard while the classmates around him are just dawdling around.
In the blink of an eye, it was 3:30, and the young girl who had been wearing nail polish all afternoon got off work, picked up her bag and left.
She was very polite. She said hello to everyone before leaving. When she came to Pangbo, she waved playfully:
"Bye bye new guy."
"Bye-Bye!"