Today, as soon as I go to work.

Yang Jun convened a five-member group meeting of senior leaders.

At the meeting, he talked about the construction of shopping malls and guest houses, and then asked everyone to discuss.

"Lao Shang, you are in charge of logistics, can you first tell me whether our factory has enough funds?"

Knowing that Shang Tielong liked to be the first to speak, Yang Jun named him.

Lao Shang pondered for a moment and smiled,

"Director, you shouldn't ask, when did our rolling mill run out of money?"

"Haha, Lao Shang is right, if our rolling mill has no money, let alone other mills." Yan Huaisheng said with a smile.

"According to my conservative estimates, we still have at least more than 5 million in liquidity." Yuan Kaizong said.

When Yang Jun heard this, his heart was shocked.

Yuan Kaizong is worthy of being an old man in the rolling mill.

He knows exactly how much money is in the factory.

He didn't know exactly how much money was in the account, but when he was in charge of logistics, he still had more than 6.5 million working capital in the account.

This money is a small treasury of the rolling mill and a reserve fund.

Except for a few high-level leaders in this small treasury factory, the top did not know about the existence of this money.

Although everyone has their own careful thoughts, no one will tell the matter of the small treasury, after all, they are all employees of the rolling mill, and no one wants the fate of the factory to be in the hands of others.

"100,000 yuan has been allocated above, and the rest can only be left to us to figure out." Yang Jun knocked on the table and said.

Then, he said to Shang Tielong: "Old Shang, you still have to cry when you should cry poorly, and you have to run more when you are fine."

"Don't worry, director, I'm good at this." Shang Tielong smiled.

"It's October now, let's start construction as soon as possible, and strive to be put into use at the beginning of spring."

"Okay, Director."

The crowd answered, and then the meeting dispersed.

Yang Jun closed the notebook, his home was in a creaky nest, and he went back with a teacup.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Shang Tielong coming behind his buttocks.

"Brother Baoguo, the tea leaves are under the coffee table, make your own tea and drink it." Yang Jundao.

He is more familiar with Shang Tielong, and the two often drink tea and chat together, Yang Jun's tea is there, and he is clear.

Even if Yang Jun doesn't greet him, he will take it himself.

"I said Brother Yang, every time I come to you, I can drink good tea, when can you be generous and give me a catty?"

Shang Tielong joked while making tea.

When Yang Jun heard this, he almost squirted out a mouthful of tea.

"Brother Baoguo, you really dare to speak, just this little tea is still grinded by me from the big leader, where can I get you a catty."

"Hey, your tea is delicious, it's too expensive, I can't even bear to drink it." Shang Tielong smacked his mouth and sighed.

"There's not a lot of tea, but there's enough smoke."

Yang Jun smiled and took out a Chinese cigarette from the cabinet and waved it in front of him.

Shang Tielong's face twitched a few times, and there was a look in his eyes that it was difficult to choose between love and hate.

He likes to smoke in his heart, especially good cigarettes.

But he knew that one Chinese cigarette was enough for two months' wages for an ordinary worker.

He was very entangled in his heart, thinking about whether to accept the cigarette or not.

"Thank you, brother."

Shang Tielong thought about it for a while and decided to accept it.

He knew that Yang Jun was not trying to woo him, but treating him as a friend, and if he pushed him back, it might chill his heart.

"Brother Baoguo, kill two sets?"

Yang Jun knew that Shang Tielong had something to talk about with him, so he glanced at the chess path under the coffee table.

"No, forget it."

Shang Tielong seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and his body subconsciously moved back.

Yang Jun's chess skills, he really didn't dare

Compliment.

It's not a general stink, it's been so long, and the level is not much higher than that of beginners.

Playing chess with him is looking for masochism.

"I'm here to discuss something with you."

Shang Tielong sat up straight and said, "There is a person named Shishi, was it introduced by you?"

"yes, what's wrong with this man?"

As soon as he heard the name of the stone, Yang Jun immediately raised his vigilance.

This kid is the same as his own identity, he is a traverser, could it be that this kid is not strict in his work, and what kind of basket is he poking?

"This person doesn't need to be paid for working in our place, and there is no bill for the ingredients delivered every day, I'm afraid that after a long time, there will be some problems."

When Yang Jun heard this, he thought for a while and said,

"Then give him a salary, according to the standard of an apprentice, as for the bill, where did he get the bill from the country?"

"That's it, you don't care about this, I'll arrange it."

Yang Jun knew that Shang Tielong was a principled person, and he couldn't rub sand in his eyes.

The stone provides hundreds of catties of materials to the rolling mill every day, which is indeed quite eye-catching, if it is not firm one day, it is not good to be targeted by people with a heart.

"Okay, I don't care about that."

Shang Tielong is a straight man of steel, and he turned around and left after finishing business.

When he left, he didn't forget to let him get some good tea.

After Shang Tielong left, Yang Jun called Lao Tang, the director of the canteen, and asked him to come to his office when the stone delivered the ingredients tomorrow.

The next day.

Big Stone came to the office looking for him.

"I heard you sent a lot of ingredients today?"

"Yes...... Yes, Uncle Yang."

The big stone looked a little cramped and uneasy.

His eyes dodged, and he didn't seem to dare to look into Yang Jun's eyes.

Yang Jun sat there correcting the documents, and said without raising his head,

"I'm going to change your place of work, you go to work at the first collection point, there are fewer people there, and it's relatively free."

"Thank you, Uncle Yang, if you don't say it, I still want to mention this matter to you."

When the stone heard this, he smiled, and seemed very satisfied with the arrangement.

The rolling mill had two grain collection points, which he knew.

The people at the grain collection point have relatively free working hours, and there are not many people, as long as they go to the countryside every day and can collect the ingredients.

"You go downstairs first, and I'll take you there later."

"Okay, Uncle Yang."

The big stone answered, and went downstairs.

The reason why Yang Jun arranged him in the grain collection store was that he didn't want to be decided, and the store had good results, and it could hand over thousands of catties of grain every month, which greatly relieved the pressure on the logistics of the rolling mill.

He thought that if he got the stone over, he would no longer have to take food from the space to subsidize the store, so as to protect the secret of his space to the greatest extent.

As for the stone, I believe that as long as he is not a fool, he will do everything possible to hide the secrets of his space, as long as he acts carefully, it is no problem to believe.

Even if someone finds a problem, Yang Jun will protect him appropriately, of course, if he really can't protect him, he can only let him take the blame.

Half an hour later, the two came to Yang Anbang's grain collection store.

"Anbang, from now on, the stone will be under your leadership."

As soon as they met, Yang Jun immediately explained: "Although he is under your leadership, you must not interfere with his work, he can come to work whenever he wants, and you don't have to ask too much about the ingredients he sends."

Yang Anbang was shocked when he heard this, and looked at this sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a puzzled expression.

I didn't expect Yang Jun to believe so much in this kid named Stone, and to give him so much freedom.

He suddenly felt a little envious.

"It doesn't matter if you arrive late or leave early, or if you are absent from work?" Yang Anbang asked.

"Yes, even if he doesn't come to work for a few days, you can

Don't worry about it, in a word, you just don't have this person in the store."

"Okay, Director, I see."

Yang Anbang's eyes were completely red.

It stands to reason that he is the closest person to Yang Jun, even if he is he, he does not enjoy this treatment, and the child in front of him has this privilege, which makes him very puzzled.

However, the incomprehension is incomprehensible.

However, Yang Jun's orders were still carried out to the letter.

"Director Yang, please take care of it in the future."

The stone greeted Yang Anbang with a humble face.

Shi was very proud in his heart, and was very satisfied with the work that Yang Jun arranged for him.

Just like Yang Jun knew what he was thinking, he took all kinds of factors into consideration for him, even more thoughtful than he imagined.

"It's not about taking care of each other, let's help each other."

Yang Anbang reached out to shake his hand.

People were brought by Yang Jun, and the necessary face still needs to be had.

He didn't know the bottom of the stone, so he was naturally polite.

"Anbang, the tricycle in the shop will be stoned in the future, and he can use it every day in the countryside."

"Okay, factory director, anyway, we are very little, and we will also put it away."

After explaining Yang Anbang, Yang Jun said to the stone again,

"Stone, in the future, you will be responsible for going to the countryside to collect grain, and after receiving the grain, it will be shipped back to the store directly, and you will be paid at the end of the month, you see how it is."

"No problem, Uncle Yang, I will definitely do a good job."

The stone looked serious, but a faint curvature was faintly visible at the corner of his mouth.

Thinking about it, he was very satisfied with Yang Jun's arrangement.

Then Stone rode away on the tricycle in the shop.

Looking at the back of the stone, Yang Anbang finally couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, what's the origin of this person?"

"Neighbors in the compound."

Yang Jun turned around and said, "Anbang, remember, don't care about this kid, let alone offend him, you just treat it as if there is no such person in the store, understand?"

"Got it, brother."

Yang Anbang was very worried in his heart, he didn't expect this child to be so big, and even Yang Jun gave him three points of face.

But what Yang Anbang didn't know was that Yang Jun did this completely for his sake.

If he guessed correctly, Stone must have a vegetable garden subsystem, which is probably a vegetable breeding animal, but he can't guarantee that his system will be able to fit people into it.

If, one day, Yang Anbang offends him, will he take people into the space?

He doesn't know if the space of the stone can hold people, anyway, his space can't fit people, as long as it's alive, it can't fit in, like chickens, ducks, fish, geese, and small animals, which can only be loaded after slaughter.

"Brother, stay and eat at noon."

Yang Anbang saw that Yang Jun was leaving, so he hurriedly came out and stopped him.

"In the morning, a fellow brought a pheasant, and I asked the red plum to stew, and I could eat it after a while."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was immediately moved.

He really hadn't eaten a pheasant yet, but he wanted to try it.

"Okay, then try it."

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to make up the money."

The pheasant was collected, but the building near the water got the moon first, and he stayed to eat it himself, but the money and tickets had to be made up, otherwise, at the end of the month, the accounts in the store could not be matched.

"Yes, brother."

Yang Jun turned back and chatted with him for a while.

Half an hour later, the meal was ready.

Zhao Hongmei came over and asked them to eat.

The meal was very simple, except for the peppercorn chicken, which was a plate of shredded radish and black pickles.

The rice is a nest, Yang Jun feels a sore throat when he looks at it, but the pepper chicken is very attractive, the color is bright, and it is good at first glance.

I couldn't help but clip a piece.

Yang Jun's expression suddenly changed.

The taste is average, a strange smell that can't be described, anyway, it's quite firewood.

Looking at the eyes of everyone looking at him, he was embarrassed to spit out the chicken.

Branching the way,

"I suddenly remembered that there was something going on in the factory, so I went back first."

Yang Jun put down his chopsticks, turned around and left.

"Brother, will you leave after eating?" Yang Anbang shouted from behind.

"Don't eat it, it's a hundred thousand urgent things."

Yang Jun waved his hand and ran away.

It tasted weird, and there was an evil smell in the meat.

It's not that Zhao Hongmei's cooking is not delicious, it's entirely because of his own reasons.

Pheasant meat, some people say it's delicious, some people say it's not delicious.

Anyway, Yang Jun can't get used to eating this thing.