At half past four o'clock in the afternoon, the summer heat did not subside at all, and on a few old trees in the Star Towel Factory, they were desperately mourning like a dead father, which made the atmosphere of the audience slightly depressing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On both sides of the big iron gate of the factory, two groups of people confronted each other through an iron gate. In the Star Factory on the side of the iron gate, two security guards in uniform stood expressionlessly under the scorching sun with their hands behind their backs, letting beads of sweat run down their cheeks, but they remained motionless, like sculptures.

On the other side, in the field of the driving school, five or six angry security guards squatted in the shade and smoked, and from time to time glanced at the 'peers' on the other side of the iron gate.

"What is the origin of the new boss of the Star Factory?

"I don't know, it's estimated that it's not small, and eighty percent of these people he brought are veterans. ”

"What about veterans? Not policemen. There are only ten of them in total, and if they are afraid of a hair, they will really do it, and as soon as the door is closed, they will call a group of brothers to come over and kill them!"

"They won't call the police, will they?"

", it's useless to call the police for an economic dispute between two companies. Besides, they want to check Brother Song's accounts and take back the land of the driving school, can Principal Li agree? The director of the police station in the area and Principal Li are iron buddies......

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In the Star Towel Factory, all the security guards of the original driving school have left the scene, and the workers have all returned to the dormitory under the leadership of the old employees.

The bald head patrolled the factory with five security guards temporarily seconded from Shang He.

"It's hard work, and when it's over, I'll invite everyone to drink. "The bald head is very familiar, he knows very well, if it weren't for Zhao Zejun's face, these security guards of Shang He, it would be impossible for any one of them to be his subordinates.

"You're welcome, our boss said that during the secondment period, we are all security guards under Mr. Zhao, and everything is up to Mr. Zhao. The leader of the Shang He security squad said.

"Dude, ask you, are there many veterans working as security guards now?" asked the bald head.

"Not necessarily, it depends on the treatment. What's the matter, Brother Luo, you're short of men?" asked the security captain.

"Just ask. The bald head said.

Looking at Shang He's majestic security team and a huge factory, the bald head was alive.

In Zeyue and Zelianke, he is useless as a security guard, although he usually accompanies his colleagues to work overtime to strengthen his courage, but in the final analysis, he is a kind of goods, to put it bluntly, it is Mr. Zhao who thought about the friendship of squatting in prison together, seeing the difficulties at home, and giving him a job.

For Zhao Zejun, he was grateful, but his bald head was also quite unpleasant. Everyone in the company has their own 'value', busy from morning to night, but he has nothing to do, he is quite big, and he is a decoration in the company, and one stop is a whole day.

is also a five-foot-tall man, and his face and self-esteem can't get by.

Both companies subscribe to magazines on a regular basis, and he occasionally looks at them when he's too bored to be idle, which he calls 'wasting his time', in the words of the literate people in the magazines.

A high-tech company like Zelian Kezeyue in an office building doesn't need a person like him.

Now that Mr. Zhao runs a factory, and there is a shortage of security guards, even these few are temporarily seconded, and the bald head suddenly feels that his career may have a major change.

You have to behave well!

He was learning from the professional security guards of Shang He, and a female worker with a cloak suddenly rushed out of the factory, wearing underwear on a hot day, standing in the sun and smiling at the security guard.

Several security guards were stunned, if it was a man, it would be easy to do, but this woman still obviously had a brain problem, and she couldn't touch it.

The bald head held a loudspeaker and shouted at the dormitory where she ran out: "Hey, what's the matter, hurry up and bring someone out of the dormitory and bring her back." ”

A long-haired female worker walked out with her head down and pulled her back to the dormitory. The bald head followed to the door of the dormitory, ready to ask about the situation. It's all 'stupid' like this, how can you still work in the factory, if something happens, it will not be good for the parties and cause trouble for Mr. Zhao.

Before she could speak, she saw a hideous face covered with burns under the long hair of the woman who helped her in.

It was the disfigured female worker that Zhao Zejun met in the canteen.

The bald head was taken aback by this face, and subconsciously asked, "Yo, what's the matter with your face?

The female worker quickly lowered her head, let her long hair cover her face, shook her head and did not speak.

The bald head consciously asked too recklessly, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, doesn't the book say, the beauty of the soul is more important than the external beauty, some women these days, look like fairies, more poisonous than snakes and scorpions, and have fart use! Don't worry, we Zhao are always good people, and we will not ignore you." ”

"Brother security, are you here with Mr. Zhao?" The female worker opened her mouth cautiously, her voice was very crisp, and she must not have looked ugly before her disfigurement.

Although the bald head is uneducated, but the society has not been in vain in those years, the other party's tone is obviously something to say, and he was wronged, he patted his chest and said: "Yes, the security guards in the factory now are all Mr. Zhao's people! What do you say, just say it, Mr. Zhao...... Well, I'll report to Mr. Zhao. ”

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At the same time, in the office of the general manager of the Star Factory.

The office is large, occupying half of the second floor, and the room at this time is a little crowded.

On the big conference table, the ledgers that were originally piled up into a hill have been classified and neatly placed in two large rows, and there are eight accountants sitting around the table, who are bowing their heads to check the accounts, young accountants with computers, three middle-aged accountants, each with an abacus, crackling.

Especially the gray-haired old accountant, with an abacus in one hand and an account book in the other, both hands at the same time as flying, and the abacus beads flew up and down.

Gianna sat at one end of the conference table, and the doubts and results found in the process of auditing the accounts were all presented to Zhao Zejun by her.

Two security guards stood on either side of the door with expressionless faces.

On the sofa, Zhao Zejun crossed Erlang's legs, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, and Junzi was standing behind him.

Song Cheng was still sitting opposite, but the previous smug expression had completely disappeared, the air conditioner in the room was at 23 degrees, which was obviously very cool, but on his fat head, he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't wipe it off with a handkerchief.

Song Cheng didn't expect that Mr. Zhao, who was young and looked similar to a student, would have such a big power.

Two phone calls, in less than two hours, a group of professional accountants were transferred, and a group of security guards who were more imposing than the police.

The security guards are just that, the security guards on both sides are nothing more than a grand scene, the factory is Zhao Zejun's, and it is impossible to have a head-on conflict.

What really worries him are the accountants who seem to be helpless and quiet.

Eight professional accountants, there are enough people to check the accounts, especially the three old accountants who use abacus, each with a brooch pinned to his shirt and chest.

Lead Accounting Firm, one of the most famous accounting firms in Jianwu City, is a cooperative unit of Jianwu Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

With these accountants, if the other party really wants to check to the end, the cat in the accounts of the star factory will definitely not be able to hide it!

Fuck, where did this guy surnamed Zhao come from?! I've heard of such a cow in Jianwu City before?

Song Cheng's side sat a polite middle-aged man, in a suit and leather shoes, on a hot day, but his tie was meticulous, with a pair of black-framed eyes, he looked like a cultural person.

The principal of Tengfei Driving School, Song Cheng's cousin, Li Ran.

The previous captain of the driving school security team surnamed Wang stood behind Li Ran respectfully. The two sides are face-to-face, as if they are negotiating.

"Mr. Zhao, Song Cheng's attitude towards you was not very good just now, I apologize to you for him. The middle-aged man spoke.

"Principal Li, there is no need to apologize. Zhao Zejun waved his hand at the driving school principal, and said lightly: "If it were me, whoever splashed me with a dish, I would also turn my face." It's understandable how people feel. ”

"Atmospheric, refreshing!Mr. Zhao, you are a friend, I have made it!" Principal Li was dressed like a cultural person, but he spoke with a very strong taste of rivers and lakes, "In this way, today I will be the east, you choose a place, let's eat first, and then sing, I will arrange it in the evening, it will definitely satisfy you." ”

"Let's check the accounts first. Zhao Zejun said.

Principal Li frowned: "Mr. Zhao, what do you mean, didn't you say that it is understandable?"

"Understanding is understanding, and auditing is auditing, two different things. Zhao Zejun picked up a few pieces of paper sent by Gianna and shook it: "It has been found out that from 2003 to 2004, the cost of government subsidies in Xingxing Factory has been fully paid, and the company's food and dormitory expenses on the books are indeed fine, but I haven't seen the supplier's invoice......

"Mr. Zhao, do you have to find trouble?" Principal Li glanced at the two security guards at the door, and said coldly: "The subsidy of the Star Factory is paid by the government, and Song Cheng didn't cheat you a dime, you don't hold on to him, right?"

"Principal Li, don't worry, there is still your business here. Zhao Zejun picked up another piece of paper, "Since 02, the star factory has leased more than 50 acres of land in front to the driving school, and the rent on the contract is in line with the market price, but so far, the driving school has not remitted a dime." You happen to be here, can you give me an explanation?"

"Mr. Zhao, the rent for the first two years, even if I transfer it, it is not your money. Can you do it?" Principal Li waved his hand nonchalantly: "I won't mention the previous things, the factory will be yours in the future, let's sign a new contract, and discuss the price again, how much money should I give you, what do you think?"

"Don't mention the previous things, you go and talk to Director Chen of the street, as for the future......" Zhao Zejun smiled: "I won't rent the land." ”

Principal Li's eyes flashed, and he said in a non-yin and non-yang manner: "Mr. Zhao, you are young, I am a few years older than you, say a word of relying on the old and selling the old, come out to mix, many friends have many roads, many enemies have many walls." I really make you a friend, and you don't give any face?"

"Friend, of course face has to be given. In the past, your rent was a problem with the old star factory and the street, and I was too lazy to care. Zhao Zejun stretched out a finger, "In the future, I'll give you a month to move, is it enough?"