"Well, Mr. Fan--" Master Feng called out Fan Wubing, who was about to go out.
Fan Wubing stopped immediately after hearing this, turned around and looked at Master Feng who had followed him, and asked with some surprise, "Is there anything wrong, Master Feng?"
Master Feng came over, scratched his hair, and asked embarrassedly, "Mr. Fan, it's time to pay this month's salary the day after tomorrow, but the accountant said that the money has not been received yet. I just wanted to ask, there will be no problem with the funds, right?"
The salary has not yet arrived? Fan Wubing was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't know much about this.
Since it has not yet been operating normally, the salary of the clothing factory has been handled by the Wang brothers for the past few months. Generally, they pay the money to the clothing factory account regularly every month. Anyway, they are Fan Wubing's industry, and they have not made so many rules and regulations to cause trouble.
But why hasn't the account been received yet? According to the usual rules, the funds are received one week in advance, and the accountant will make a statement according to the salary standards. After the two masters approved it, the financial seal and private seal of Versace Clothing Co., Ltd. were stamped. Finally, Fan Wubing signed a letter and sent it to the workers.
"The account has not been received today? Well, I know this, I'll ask you back." Fan Wubing nodded to Master Feng, indicating that he knew about it. Seeing that Master Feng seemed to be a little distracted, he smiled and comforted, "It's nothing big. I guess I forgot to pay for the money in the business. You don't have to worry. At present, our company is in the rising period of career, and the funds are quite sufficient, and there will be no owing workers' wages at all. Master Feng, don't worry!"
"Well, that's good, that's good!" Master Feng asked about his salary, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Fan Wubing thought about it again and told Master Feng, "This is the case. No matter what happened there, I will explain it to the person who does the business to get the salary in the afternoon. If you go back, you can explain to the accountant and the workers, how about it?"
"This is the best!" Master Feng nodded repeatedly, "It's not that I think so. The workers really couldn't calm down after hearing about this. Mr. Fan, you also know that if you have food in your hands, you don't feel panic. I heard that there may be something wrong with the salary. There are really not many people who can calm down and work! So I'm thinking about this, so it's better to talk to you first."
Fan Wubing listened to Master Feng's words and nodded constantly, "Master Feng, you are doing very well. This is the responsible attitude towards the boss and the workers. I really have to go over and ask clearly about this matter. OK, then I will leave first. No matter what, I will definitely transfer the salary in the afternoon!"
"Okay, okay--" Master Feng smiled and waved goodbye to Fan Wubing.
After leaving the clothing factory, Fan Wubing felt suspicious. The pig farm business of the three brothers has always been very good. It can be said that it is Fan Wubing's cash cow. Why did he forget to pay the clothing factory?
As he thought about it, Fan Wubing returned home. It was just as lunch was happening. Zhang Mei thought he had gone somewhere, so she left his rice in the pot and heated it. Seeing that he finally ran back, she brought it out.
"Sweet and sour pork ribs! I like it!" As soon as I smelled the fragrance in the pot, Fan Wubing was immediately excited, his eyes shone green, and he ran to his mother Zhang Mei in a few seconds and took his rice bowl.
Fan Wubing is now five years old. Although his body is not too low, he is still here and does not consume much. Even because of practicing qigong, he eats more than his peers, and it is not as good as an adult. When he saw that he had left him five pieces of ribs in the bowl, he knew that today's rice must be endless.
"Eat slowly, look at your appearance, it feels a bit gentle and sweeping the floor--" Fan Heng was eating slowly. Seeing Fan Wubing's ferocious eating look of a starving ghost, he couldn't help but frown and gently criticize him.
Fan Ting and Fan Kang laughed immediately when they heard this, but then they also fought hard with sweet and sour pork ribs. It seemed that they would never give up if they were wiped out.
Fan Wubing stuffed a rib into his mouth, and saw his cheeks slurry a few times, and a smooth bone spit out, without even a trace of oil. It was so clean.
Zhang Mei felt very comfortable when she saw the children eating enthusiastically. "Eat more, there is still in the pot! When they are growing, they have to keep up with their nutrition! If I had known that you liked it so much, I would have made two more meals a week!"
Fan Wubing had already killed three pieces of ribs while he was talking. He was taking a bite of rice and filling it with it. After hearing his mother's words, he immediately swallowed the rice and then announced loudly, "I have both hands and feet to agree, and strongly support my mother's wise decision!"
"Calling two more meals a week will be like three meals?" Fan Kang whispered to his sister Fan Ting while gnawing on his ribs, "Will the three meals a week make our family poor?"
"I don't know, probably not--" Sister Fan Ting couldn't say it, but I thought that her parents were all relatively high-ranking cadres. If they said they had to worry about three meals of pork ribs a week, that would be really worrying.
Fan Heng heard the conversation between the children and couldn't help laughing, "Eating poorly is not enough. In the past, the main reason was that there was little meat supply. In the recent stage, the country encouraged the development of aquaculture industry, and this situation has improved a lot." He saw that Fan Wubing was burying his head and was moved, and then continued, "But the situation in our Panshi City is obviously better than elsewhere. Today we can eat pork ribs quickly, and it is the credit of your younger brother Fan Wubing!"
"What's wrong with me? Aren't it all made by my mother?" Fan Wubing asked curiously, wiping her mouth with grease.
Zhang Mei smiled and said, "Of course it's your business. The pork ribs we eat now are just from your spring guang brilliant pig farm."
Uh, it turned out to be pork produced by one's own family! Fan Wubing forgot this, and he couldn't help scratching his head awkwardly.
Since the pig farm made a profit, he has withdrawn some money from his monthly profits and given it to his parents for expenses. Therefore, the Fan family's financial conditions are quite good, and naturally they have several steps in terms of food. In terms of clothing, they also have their own clothing factory, which is considered to be free from going to the street to find a tailor, which can be considered as having no worries about food and clothing.
However, he ignored one thing. Sometimes, he might not be able to buy what he wanted if he has money. For example, the pork produced by Chunguang is quite in short supply.
Chapter completed!