Mao Hibiki listened quietly, trying to keep his composure as much as possible. After the xylophone is finished, Mao Xiang is also casually, so where do you say it will be spent. If Wang Gong hadn't used it, wouldn't it be that I Mao Xiang ate and drank alone. If it weren't for Wang Gong's needs, would I have the courage and authority to take it on credit? Besides, Wang Gong has created such a great blessing for our village, shouldn't it be for people to eat and drink?

Seeing Mao Xiang's anti-guest-oriented posture, even if the xylophone is self-contained, it will catch fire and smoke. What's more, she is a master of everything, how can she allow others to ask herself unreasonably and domineeringly.

Xylophone's face suddenly turned cold, and his tone lost his peaceful taste. She said, Wang Gong's good son, the old and young masters in our village are all engraved in their hearts, and it is not someone who can smooth it out with a sentence or two. Besides, he has his salary, which you shouldn't care about. The question is, how to deal with the accounts that have been hung up in violation of rules and regulations without authorization, and how to give a clear explanation to the whole village, which is the most important thing.

Mao Xiang showed a dazed look, and replied lightly, these credits were all asked by Wang Gong to do. How to deal with it, you have to ask Wang Gong. Ask me what I can do. In order to take care of the great heroes of our village, I ran back and forth with a clear heart, and tried my best to serve him to eat, drink and Lazar, and now I got a field where Zhu Bajie looked in the mirror and was not a person. Even if I die unjustly, I have no place to reason.

As he spoke, he really inexplicably evoked a sore string in his heart. His eyes were moist, and his tone was mixed with a sour tone.

Xylophone is a matter of facts, and it is unforgiving. She said, you don't have to blame Wang Gong for all the faults. He is a city man and a big intellectual, and he only thinks about how to do a good job in factory operation and product development, so how can he think of such trivial things. You are not unclear about the rules and regulations in our factory. Why don't you even ask for instructions and report, you can do whatever you want. It's a shame that you're a person who travels from south to north, so you don't even know about it.

Mao Xiang put on an innocent look, pushing two six five. He insisted that all the credit and expenses were directly arranged by Wang Gong for him. If the xylophone doesn't believe it, he will go to Wang Gong to confront him face to face. He must follow. If he didn't do anything wrong, he wasn't afraid of ghosts coming to the door, what was he afraid of.

Xylophone forcibly suppressed the fire qidao, and there was no need to confront Wang Gong face to face. Before leaving, I also talked to Wang Gong very thoroughly. He has never paid much attention to life, and has never arranged for anyone to do this or there. I can still see this. On the contrary, Wang Gong repeatedly blamed himself for you and had to bear all the costs. For Wang Gong's sake, I don't feel very embarrassed for you. But there are some accounts that come from unknown sources that you have to bear yourself. The hard-earned money of the villagers cannot be wasted on this unknown source.

Mao Xiang couldn't help but widen his eyes, and asked with some weakness, what do you want to do, do you want me to carry the black pot for Wang Gong.

Xylophone Qidao, why are you carrying the black pot for Wang Gong, and Wang Gong is breaking the accounts for you. The factory has decided that all expenses used for the entertainment of people from the town and work area can be reimbursed, but they are not an example. In the future, whoever wants to act in violation of the system and be the master of hospitality privately will be responsible for himself. The living expenses of Wang Gong were excluded from these expenses according to the standards that had been negotiated long ago. The remainder is borne by the handler. The drinker wants to ask the bottle bearer for money. This is a rule left by the older generation, and no one can break it.

Mao Xiang was really anxious, and a thin bead of sweat appeared on his head. He jumped up all of a sudden, stared at the red eyeballs and shouted, "Why are you calling me responsible?" I didn't do it here day and night for our factory, I didn't need hard money, so why do I have to put money in it. Where can this reason be explained?

The xylophone did not mean to back down in the slightest. She replied categorically, and that's it. It is not only responsible for you, but also responsible for the better development of our factory in the future, and it is also necessary to give an explanation to the whole village. If all the people in the factory learn from your method, it won't be long before the factory doesn't need to run on the market, and it will close down.

Mao Xiang was furious. He glared at the xylophone with his teeth and claws, splashed, ruthless, and confessed. All the words and means that could come in handy were all used, and he almost rolled up his arms and sleeves to step forward. Instead, the xylophone sat quietly in the chair, no matter how noisy Mao Xiang made and what kind of movement he made, he just ignored it and let him make trouble. At this time, many people in the factory put down their work and looked at the office. pricked up one ear after another, listened to the movement in the house, and guessed what kind of situation the "famine" between the xylophone and the little uncle Maoxiang would be. [End of Chapter]