Hearing Bai Zhan's words, Li Duoduo's expression was stunned for seven or eight seconds—she felt that she had misheard.

How long has it been? Add up two cigarettes before and after, and Bai Zhan will finish the design?

That's too fast, isn't it?

Li Duoduo glanced at Bai Zhan, "I've never heard of anyone designing clothes that can be done with two cigarettes...... What the hell did you draw? ”

Because, it's really simple......

Bai Zhan smiled: "What I painted, you can see it yourself." ”

"Forget it." Li Duoduo was not at all interested in the drawings drawn by Bai Zhan's two cigarettes, "Why are you going to the financial office, why are you coming to me?" ”

"I just want to ask you, how to get to the financial department?" Bai Zhan asked.

“…… Director Bai, you have been the workshop director for more than half a year, I don't know how to go to the financial department? Li Duoduo held his forehead with his hand.

"I don't know." Bai Zhan is justified.

…… I crossed back, don't you know it's strange?

The memory of the predecessor has not been fully digested, and even if it is digested, Bai Zhan feels that he has a ridiculous predecessor, and he may not know.

“…… That's right, if it's you, it's reasonable not to know. Li Duoduo muttered.

The predecessor was a ridiculous commodity, and that's the good thing......

Bai Zhan grinned and didn't speak.

Li Duoduo showed Bai Zhan the way, hesitated, and said to him again: "Director Bai...... I think, why don't you go? ”

"Why?"

Li Duoduo thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with a euphemism, so he had to say directly: "I think it's okay, the design you drew in ten minutes, let's change it according to that, I'm afraid it won't be sold...... Hey, Director Bai, Director Bai! ”

Bai Zhan didn't listen to her words at all, he directly threw off his long legs and walked in the direction of the financial department.

"How can we have such a master in our workshop!" Li Duoduo stomped his feet, thought for a while, turned his head and ran towards Bai Zhan's office.

"Try to help him change it, and improve it as much as you can......"

She sighed, trotted all the way, and returned to Bai Zhan's office again.

Pushing the door into the room, on Bai Zhan's desk, Li Duoduo's book was co-authored, and the pen was pressed on it.

Li Duoduo rushed to the desk, grabbed the pen and his notebook, and opened it.

She exclaimed.

"This ...... This is! ”

Li Duoduo's eyes widened.

……

And the city state-owned garment factory, the financial department.

Office of the Director.

The office is simple and unpretentious, with gray terrazzo floors and worn old desks.

On the wall is a statistical table of the workshop and a huge map.

Wen Shiru, director of the Finance Department, sat behind the desk, he was of medium stature, square face, and a little middle-aged.

He was wearing an old shirt.

At this time, in his office, the window was wide open, and a floor fan shook his head vigorously and hummed.

Although the windows were open and the fans were blowing, the sweat on Director Wen's back was still wet.

Director Wen frowned and looked at the newspaper in his hand a little roughly.

He rolled faster and faster, and his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Eventually, he crumpled the newspaper into a crumpled ball and threw it into the corner.

Snap, the newspaper bounced on the wall and landed on the ground near the doorway.

Director Wen took a deep breath and his eyes fell on another thing in front of him—the financial statistics account in the factory.

The account was shocking.

In recent years, the situation at the plant has been deteriorating.

Before this year, relying on the city's assistance and the factory team to find a way to find business for the factory, the factory can always tide over the difficulties and sustain it.

But this year, the city is reluctant to help these loss-making state-owned enterprises.

Relying on the leading cadres to go out to fight the autumn breeze and get back the orders can't support such a large factory at all.

Director Wen, the director of the Finance Department, is now more aggrieved and more aggrieved.

The factory owed wages, and almost every day, the directors and deputy directors of various workshops came to him to ask for money.

Outside is in arrears, and almost every day, material dealers ask him for material payment.

There are even fierce factory workers who organized themselves to block the door of the office of the Finance Department!

Even at home, there are unpaid workers who visit the door.

Almost every day, Director Wen could overtly or covertly hear someone scolding him or other leading cadres.

On more than one occasion, anonymous letters of abuse were stuffed into the office along his business card.

But what can he do?

It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice!

In the factory now, the Communist Party has that little inventory, and it is so ugly that it can't be sold at all.

Money? Not really!

The factory has been losing money for several years, and has been tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, and this year, the city doesn't care about them, and the factory has long since broken the capital chain.

A few days ago, the owner of the materials department joked with him: "Why don't you pull those pants out directly, use them as materials, and let the workers change them into bed sheets and sell them!" ”

Could it be that this state-owned garment factory, which has been around since the founding of the People's Republic of China, is going to be laid off and stopped production in the hands of their current leadership group?

Director Wen's gaze fell on the desk, a small box.

The white box, with a line of beautiful English words "Erics......" on it, followed by a few letters, is blocked by the teacup.

Director Wen looked at the box, and after being silent for a long time, he snorted and grabbed the phone on the table.

As soon as he picked up the phone, an officer from the Finance Department pushed the door and came in: "Director Wen, Director Bai is looking for you." ”

Director Wen paused for a moment and frowned: "Which Director Bai?" ”

"Director Xiaobai." The officer replied, "The workshop director of the seventeenth workshop, Bai Zhan." ”

"Oh." Director Wen nodded, his brows not spreading, "What is he looking for me for?" ”

The officer shook his head.

"I definitely want money again...... The broken workshop should not have been established in the first place! Director Wen's brow furrowed even deeper.

He was irritated for a few seconds, but nodded at the officer: "Call him in." ”

As he spoke, he had already put the phone back.

As soon as he thought of Bai Zhan, who was going to come to find him later, the young man with a pair of slender eyes, Director Wen sighed again.

"Director Bai's lifelong reputation has been ruined on his ridiculous son......" Director Wen shook his head, "A good man all his life, one stinky chess move ruined ......"

Muttering to himself, the footsteps had already reached the door, Director Wen straightened up, picked up a piece of yesterday's newspaper casually, and pretended to read it.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Director Wen pressed his throat and tried his best to make his voice sound calm and steady.

Bai Zhan pushed the door and walked in, smiling at Director Wen: "Director Wen." ”

Director Wen glanced at the newspaper a few more times, then put the newspaper down, and just looked up and was about to talk to Bai Zhan, when the phone rang.

Director Wen frowned, motioned for Bai Zhan to wait, and picked up the phone.

"Comrade Wen Shiru, I have to talk to you about the sixteenth workshop."