It is not easy to investigate the reselling of products. After all, Huagang 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 check. But it's much easier to check and resell those old equipment that have been eliminated.
Wang Xiang is well-known in the factory, but this matter involves the interests of countless people. This is an attempt to undermine 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 formal establishment. Poaching Huagang's wall is the same as poaching the country's wall.
Those involved all wished they could keep silent and hide the matter in a hole under the bed, so they would not 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 didn't have the time or energy to do any kind of squatting investigation in the factory, but there was no shortage of people who could.
Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others. Everything has to be done by oneself. 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 an air of literary youth about him. It's just that mouth that likes to talk 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 was no longer the stupid young man who had just stepped out of school. He was 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 give me face and help me this time. When you come back, I'll treat you to a drink!"
"Biaozi, it's not a matter of whether I can give you face or not. It's a matter of whether my small shop can't afford to sign orders like this." Gong Biao wanted to say something more, but Wang Zhong reached out and interrupted him: "Okay, let's talk. That's enough here, let's save some dignity for each other, and if we go further, 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 or restaurants with big businesses. It really can't withstand 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 have 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 by myself. Do you think it's reimbursement?" Gong Biao looked at Wang Zhong sincerely.
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 what you get, but there’s no discount.” Gong Biao’s face showed a smile: “No problem, I’m not one of those people who behaves after getting an advantage. If you help me this time, I’ll 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!" 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 our Northeastern cuisine do well, He is also 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,
"Let me give it a try first." After hearing what Song Yukun said, Mr. Liu's curiosity was really aroused. Looking at Jishantang, which was just a facade in front of him, he couldn't compare with the expected grand hotel. But the more so, the more curious Mr. Liu became.
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 food just to entertain Mr. Liu and his party.
In the past, Song Yukun would not even take a serious 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 just cut it off, 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 the meat was sore 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's anything I can do to help you in the future, please let me know. I won't be able to help you." Although Wang Zhong said this, Gong Biao still accepted Wang Zhong's feelings in his heart.
"I take this seriously!" Wang Zhong looked at Gong Biao and said seriously.
"It's 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 hadn't happened, it might have been possible for him to get away with something. Come to fame.
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 anymore 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 asked, "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 there will be two." It’s a month later.”
"Section Chief, I just run a small restaurant. I operate 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 like I won't give you money, but why am I 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, and there are more and more things to do, 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 son of Huagang, why can't you be considerate and considerate?" First he spoke sincerely, then he spoke righteously, and finally he was directly kidnapped by morality.
Unfortunately, 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, and 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 takes 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 man, smart. People should do smart things."
"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 in front of 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 hold them back."
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"What am I saying, 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 party committee and the finance department to ask for it. I have never known what it means to keep a low profile. If I find any eggs, it will be published in newspapers, TV, etc. If the workers in our factory and people outside know that the leaders of Huagang are in arrears even with their food payment, do you think the workers will doubt that the factory cannot pay wages? Will the city feel that There is an internal problem at Huagang, should we send someone down to investigate?"
"Are you threatening me?" The finance section chief suddenly stood up and glared at Wang Zhong.
"I'm not a threat, I'm just expressing my attitude." Wang Zhong met the financial section chief's self-respected majestic gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, nor fearful.
The finance section chief had a gloomy face. Under Wang Zhong's gaze, he finally chose to compromise. After checking the bills Wang Zhong brought one by one, he settled all the accounts.
When Wang Zhong left, he did not forget to say: "By the way, Jishantang will not support signing orders in the future. If you want to eat, you can pay with cash and credit card." Wang Zhong, who came out of the Finance Department, was a little disappointed. He thought that the Finance Section Chief would He fought hard to the end, but he didn't expect this guy to give in.
It seems that he must have done a lot of bad things, otherwise, Wang Zhong would not have compromised with just a few threats.
But it wasn't that everything was lost. Wang Zhong looked at the recording equipment in his hand with a smile on his face. Wang Zhong spent a lot of money to get this from Guangdong Province. I heard it was from Xiangjiang, and it was what the undercover agents in the movie used.
There is no way. It is really not that easy to report these so-called Huagang executives who want to report these corpses without some substantive evidence.
Wang Zhong put this equipment in the office of the financial section chief two months ago. In the past two months, Wang Zhong has done a lot of things like the gentleman on Liang Shang. Although this method is a bit of a wait-and-see approach, in more than two months, Wang Zhong actually got a lot of recordings.
Although a simple recording is difficult to use as evidence, it should be enough to serve as supporting evidence, and what matters to Wang is only the material in the report, not the ironclad evidence for their conviction and sentencing.
After Wang Zhong left, the finance section chief immediately went to the factory director's office to talk to Song Yukun about the matter. ······the other side.
"Brother Chong! Brother Chong!" Xiaofeng waited outside Jishan Hall for a long time. He had been to Wang Zhong's house a long time ago, but saw no one there, so he could only come to Jishan Hall and stay here.
"Is there any news?" Wang Zhong looked at Xiaofeng and asked.
"Yeah!" Xiaofeng nodded, feeling quite excited.
"Come in with me!" Wang Zhong led Xiaofeng into the box. Xiaofeng took out a piece of paper folded into a square from his pocket and handed it to Wang Zhong.
Naturally, I couldn't remember much on the paper. What was listed was just a list. Xiaofeng introduced Wang Zhong to the information of several important names on the list.
"The person who is in contact with Xing San'er outside is nicknamed Meng Niu. I don't know what his real name is. He has dozens of brothers under his command. I heard that there are also many desperadoes. The things we usually get are for this person. Wild cows." During this period, the Northeast no longer held an important position as the national industrial base in the past. Various large state-owned factories closed down one after another. A large number of people were unemployed and laid off. There were also many people who came from the countryside to the city to seek a living. Today's Technology is not as advanced as in the real world, and fights, revenge, and injuries are common.
This man named Meng Niu is a powerful gangster in Hualin City, referred to as the underworld. Most of the smuggling business in Hualin is related to him.
Huagang is a pillar enterprise in Hualin, a large factory with tens of thousands of people, and it has its own trains. How could people like Mengniu and others who are involved in smuggling have no connection with Huagang?
In the original plot, the matter of smuggling was only briefly mentioned, and there was not much content. All that was known was that Xing Saner united with many people from the train driver class, trucks, and the factory to participate, and the profits were naturally distributed layer by layer. , naturally no fool would do anything that is not beneficial.
"Brother, look!" Xiaofeng gestured towards Wang Zhong with a smile on his face. Wang Zhong smiled, took out a wad of bills from his pocket, counted out ten, and handed them to Xiaofeng: "This is a good job!" Although Xiaofeng was a little disappointed, the number was different from what he expected, but in fact he I just inquired about some information outside Huagang, but there has been no progress inside Huagang.
"Brother, why are you asking about this?" Xiaofeng put the money he had counted into his pocket and asked curiously.
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask! There are some things that may not be good for you if you know them." Although Wang Zhong spoke calmly, Xiaofeng felt an inexplicable shiver in his heart when he heard it.
Xiaofeng immediately stopped asking. After thinking about it for a moment, he frowned and said with some embarrassment: "Brother, although we are all descendants of Huagang, we don't work in the factory. We don't care about things like reselling things in the factory. Whoever is involved must be hiding something, and it is impossible to tell us." Wang Zhong still looked calm and calm: "I don't care how you do things, I only care about the results, as long as the results let I’m satisfied, money is not an issue.”
"What about us?" Xiaofeng looked at Wang Zhong in confusion.
"We have the list, but there is no evidence yet. If you can find evidence that this man named Mengniu colluded with Xing Saner and the others, the money will definitely be huge." Wang Zhongdao: "As for how much you can get, it depends on what you find. I'm not satisfied with the things." Xiaofeng's glasses suddenly lit up: "Brother, don't worry, I won't let you down." Wang Zhong smiled and didn't answer: "I'm planning to go to Jishantang in a while. To expand the scale, I have discussed it with the owners of several nearby shops. After the Chinese New Year, I will rent both the left and right sides. When the time comes, it will need to be renovated. Time is tight. I will definitely be too busy alone. Everyone is busy. You are the children of Huagang, don't say I won't take care of you, I will definitely need help when the time comes. You have so many brothers, if there are any who are willing, you can count them up and come to me together when the time comes."
"Decoration?" Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Wang Zhong's topic would change so quickly, and suddenly it came to decoration.
"Do you plan to live like this for the rest of your life? When you marry a wife and have children, are you going to let your wife and children follow you to sneak around and go to a bitter kiln to study together?" Xiaofeng was silent. He had never considered it. If Wang Zhong hadn't mentioned this issue, he wouldn't have considered it at all.
It's just that I don't care about it in this life, but if I really marry a wife and have children in the future, do I really want my wife and children to be the same as before?
