The next day, Li Ji arrived at the office early.
Although I still have some nasal congestion, my cold is almost gone. He found the information on Haitianda Company and read page after page.
I don’t know if Mr. Tao has read these and knows about Hai Tianda’s affairs. Li Ji thought about this and felt suddenly uneasy.
Should I go to Mr. Tao and tell him these things? But judging from Mr. Tao's attitude that day, he was probably not willing to listen to himself.
These days, when colleagues saw him, they seemed to avoid him on purpose, and no one asked him to treat him.
Li Ji couldn't even figure out when and why he offended Governor Tao.
Is it just because of this loan?
But President Tao never asked about the guarantee, and he didn't want to hear that there might be problems in it.
Hey, let’s forget it.
Li Ji sighed. Now that I am like a clay Buddha crossing the river, I cannot save myself. How can I have time to worry about others?
A young monk who was lighting a fire wanted to think about what the abbot should take care of. I was really full, Li Ji smiled bitterly.
At this time, heavy footsteps came from the stairs, a little hasty. Li Ji looked at his watch. There were still ten minutes left before work time.
Who is so anxious? Is it possible that a comet is going to hit the earth again?
Li Ji shook his head with a smile and stood up to make tea, but heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, heading towards his door.
He was stunned for a moment and looked out the door, only to see Xiao Zhu running over with a bag on his back, his face covered in sweat and panting.
"Xiao Zhu, why are you running? There is a tiger behind you!" Li Ji joked.
Xiao Zhu rushed into the room with a serious look on his face, still panting: "Boss, Wanhao Trading Company is on fire!"
"Fire? Marriott Trading Company!"
Li Ji panicked, his hand loosened, and the tea cup fell to the ground. There was a "bang" sound and it immediately broke into several pieces.
He didn't bother to clean up the debris on the ground, and asked in a trembling voice: "Don't worry, what's going on?"
"Head..." Xiao Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Li Ji pulled Xiao Zhu to the sofa: "Speak slowly, what's going on?"
"Today at work, I passed by Fuqian Street, and I smelled the smell of fire from afar. As I walked forward, I saw a lot of people gathered in front of Wanhao Trading Company. The building of the trading company was burnt black. Still smoking..."
"Ah!" Li Ji's mouth opened wide and didn't close for a long time.
"I asked the people next to me," Xiao Zhu wiped his sweat and looked a little calmer. "That's when I found out that there was a fire in the trading company in the early hours of this morning..."
"Do you know the reason?"
"I don't know the details," Xiao Zhu shook his head, "but I heard that it was probably the debt collectors who got angry because they couldn't get the money and set it on fire."
Li Ji suddenly felt something strange in his heart. He stared at Xiao Zhu for a moment, then stood up: "Xiao Zhu, go to the sales department now and type out the remaining account pages of Haitianda Company."
"Head?" Xiao Zhu was in a daze, "You still want to hit me?"
"Well, go quickly!"
"Okay then." Xiao Zhu responded, turned around and walked out.
Li Ji sat on the chair, frowning and didn't move for a long time.
"Head!" At this moment, Xiao Zhu walked in with a somewhat anxious expression.
"Why are you back so soon?"
Li Ji was startled and looked at Xiao Zhu, but his hands were empty.
"The sales department won't print it," Xiao Zhu took a breath, "They said they need written authorization from Mr. Cui..."
"Do you need Mr. Cui's authorization?"
Li Ji's face darkened.
"Boss, how about I go find Mr. Cui?"
"Looking for Mr. Cui?"
Li Ji pondered, stood up, and walked a few steps in the room.
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
Li Ji picked it up and saw that it was Wan Daming. He hurriedly said to Xiao Zhu: "Let's talk about this later. I'll answer the phone first."
Xiao Zhu hesitated for a moment, got up and walked out. Li Ji quickly closed the door, pressed the answer button, and walked to the balcony.
"Uncle Wan, tell me."
"Wanhao Trading Company caught fire early this morning..." Wan Daming's voice was a little heavy.
"Uncle Wan, do you know what's going on?"
"I just found out," Wan Daming said, "I took a few sleeping pills before going to bed last night, and I woke up late in the morning..."
Li Ji knew that the old man was too sad to sleep because of his son's death, so he took sleeping pills.
"Uncle Wan, how is the situation over there? Do you know the cause of the fire?"
"I just arrived at the office, and the specific situation is not clear yet," Wan Daming coughed twice. "Mr. Guo told me on the phone that the fire started at about three or four o'clock this morning. When the fire truck arrived, It’s almost burned.”
After a pause, Wan Daming added: "People below said that the debtor might be trying to vent his anger; others said that the fire was caused by aging wires and lines."
"Is there no one inside?"
"There was only one gatekeeper," Wan Daming said. "When he called the police, several floors were already on fire."
"Ah!" Li Ji was startled, "Isn't it because he overslept?"
"Probably not," Wan Daming said, "I know that uncle is a very light sleeper and will wake up whenever there is any movement."
"Oh," Li Ji responded, "Is the fever serious?"
"The other floors are fine," Wan Daming replied, "but the third floor was the worst burned. The archives in the Finance Department were all burned down..."
"Ah?" Li Ji was shocked, with a vague feeling of ominousness in his heart, "Could it be that someone set the fire on purpose?"
"There is no evidence yet, so I don't dare to talk nonsense."
"Then report the crime!" Li Ji was a little anxious.
"Hey -" Wan Daming let out a breath and was silent for a moment, "Let's take a look at the situation first. It's chaotic enough right now, hey..." The sigh lasted for a long time.
Li Ji was also confused and didn't know what to do for a while.
The sound of footsteps and the sound of moving chairs came over the phone.
"I'll have a meeting first and contact you later." Wan Daming hung up the phone before Li Ji could answer.
Li Ji held the phone and stood there. Through the glass, looking at the vehicles and pedestrians passing by on the street, I suddenly felt a little depressed.
He was in a daze for a while, then turned around, picked up the broom and shovel, swept up the broken pieces of the glass on the ground, and placed them in the corner.
He no longer had the intention to look at the materials, so he opened the door, stood in the corridor, and shouted to the next room: "Manager Zhang, come here!"
"Manager Zhang asked for leave." Xiao Zhu walked out quickly and agreed.
"Ah, are you asking for leave?" Li Ji was startled.
This little Zhang didn't even tell me when he asked for leave. Looking back, I realized that they were Wang Wensheng's subordinates and were not his soldiers in the first place.
"Boss, Manager Zhang said that his father is seriously ill and has gone to the provincial capital." Seeing Li Ji in a daze, Xiao Zhu hurriedly added.
Li Jichang heard from Xiao Zhang that his father was always in good health and almost never fell ill. Why did he suddenly become ill, and when he did he had to go to the provincial hospital.
"Hey--" Li Ji shook his head.
"Boss!" Xiao Zhu suddenly approached Li Ji, "Mr. Cui seems to know that you are checking the accounts of Haitianda Company."
"Yeah?"
"Manager Zhang secretly asked me yesterday..."
"oh......"
Li Ji nodded, but said nothing and turned back to the office.
Xiao Zhu seemed surprised. He stared at Li Ji's back with his eyes wide open. He paused for a moment, then shook his head, said something, and turned back to the house.
Li Ji returned to the room, changed into a new tea cup, and made tea. Sitting on the sofa, staring at the slowly swelling and floating leaves in the cup, I felt a little dazed for a moment.
After a while, he suddenly remembered something, stood up, took the phone, and dialed a number.
The call went through: "Mr. Qiao, this is Li Ji."
Joe is always the trading director of Marriott Trading Company, his name is Joelen, and he also likes to play football. When Wan Cheng was here, he often took him out to play football with him.
The two of them spoke very little, but because they met many times and kept going back and forth, they were considered acquaintances. Li Ji has his phone number, but has never called before.
"Oh...it's Mr. Li..." Qiao Lun's smile seemed a little forced, "Why did you remember to call?"
"Well, that's right," Li Ji thought for a while, then got straight to the point, "I heard that the trading company caught fire. Do you know the specific situation?"
