Yang Jun convened a meeting of a five-member group of senior leaders.
At the meeting, he talked about building a shopping mall and guest house, and then asked everyone to discuss it.
"Lao Shang, you are in charge of logistics. Can you first tell us whether our factory has enough funds?"
Knowing that Shang Tielong liked to be the first to speak, Yang Jun called his name.
Lao Shang thought for a moment and smiled,
"Director, you shouldn't ask, when has our steel rolling mill ever been short of money?"
"Haha, Lao Shang is right. If our steel rolling mill has no money, let alone other mills." Yan Huaisheng said with a smile.
"According to my conservative estimate, we still have at least more than five million yuan in liquidity on our account," Yuan Kaizong said.
When Yang Jun heard this, he was shocked.
Yuan Kaizong is worthy of being an old man of the steel rolling mill.
He knew exactly how much money there was in the factory.
He didn't know exactly how much money was in the account, but when he was in charge of logistics, there was still more than 6.5 million in working capital in the account.
This money is the small treasury of the steel rolling mill and also the reserve fund.
Except for a few senior leaders in this small treasury factory, no one above them knew about the existence of this money.
Although everyone has their own little thoughts, no one will tell anyone about the small treasury. After all, they are all employees of the steel rolling mill, and no one wants the fate of the factory to be in the hands of others.
"The higher-ups have allocated 100,000 yuan, and we have to figure out the rest." Yang Jun knocked on the table and said.
Then, he said to Shang Tielong: "Old Shang, you still have to cry when you are poor, and you have to run up there more when you have nothing to do."
"Don't worry, director, I'm good at this." Shang Tielong said with a smile.
"It's already October, so let's start construction as soon as possible so that it can be put into use by spring."
"Okay, director."
Everyone responded and then dispersed to go about their own business.
Yang Jun closed his notebook and went back home with his teacup in hand.
As soon as he sat down, he saw Shang Tielong coming behind him.
"Brother Bao Guo, the tea leaves are under the coffee table. Make some tea yourself." Yang Jun said.
He was relatively familiar with Shang Tielong. The two often drank tea and chatted together. Yang Jun's tea was there and they knew each other well.
Even if Yang Jun doesn't say hello, he will take it himself.
"Brother Yang, I always get good tea every time I come to your place. When will you be so generous as to give me a pound?"
Shang Tielong joked while making tea.
When Yang Jun heard this, he almost spit out his tea.
"Brother Bao Guo, you really dare to speak. I finally got this tea from the big boss. Where can I get you a pound?"
"Hey, your tea is delicious, but it's so expensive that I can't bear to drink it." Shang Tielong smashed his mouth and sighed.
"There aren't many tea leaves, but there are enough pipes."
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 his eyes looked like he couldn't decide between love and hate.
He really likes smoking, especially good smoke.
But he knew that one pack of Chinese cigarettes was enough for an ordinary worker to earn two months' salary.
He was very conflicted in his mind, thinking whether to accept the cigarette or not.
"Thank you, brother."
Shang Tielong thought about it and decided to accept it.
He knew that Yang Jun was not trying to win over him, but was treating him as a friend. If he pushed back, it might chill his heart.
"Brother Bao Guo, kill two sets?"
Yang Jun knew that Shang Tielong had something to discuss with him, so he glanced at the chess track under the coffee table.
"No, let's forget it."
Shang Tielong seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and he subconsciously moved back.
He really didn't dare to compliment Yang Jun's chess skills.
That chess game is not ordinary. After playing it for so long, the level is no higher than that of a beginner.
Playing chess with him is looking for self-abuse.
"I'm here to discuss something with you."
Shang Tielong sat upright and said, "Did you introduce this person named Shitou?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with this guy?"
As soon as he heard Shitou's name, Yang Jun immediately heightened his vigilance.
This kid has the same status as himself, he is a time traveler. Could it be that this kid is not strict in doing things and is trying to get into trouble?
"This person works here for free, and he doesn't have a receipt for the ingredients he delivers every day. I'm afraid something might go wrong over time."
When Yang Jun heard this, he thought for a moment and said,
"Then give him a salary, according to the standards of an apprentice. As for the issue of bills, he collected them from the countryside. Where did he get the bills?"
"Well, don't worry about this, I will arrange it."
Yang Jun knew that Shang Tielong was very principled and could not get sand into his eyes.
Shitou provides hundreds of kilograms of materials to the steel rolling mill every day, which is really eye-catching. It would be bad if one day he fails to do things well and is targeted by interested people.
"Okay, I won't care about this."
Shang Tielong is a straight man, he turns around and leaves after talking about business.
When I left, I didn't forget to ask him to get some good tea.
After Shang Tielong left, Yang Jun called the canteen director Lao Tang and asked him to come to his office when Shitou delivered the ingredients tomorrow.
the next day.
Da Shi came to the office to find him.
"I heard that you sent a lot of ingredients here today?"
"Yes...yes, Uncle Yang."
The big stone looked a little awkward.
His eyes were evasive, as if he didn't dare to look into Yang Jun's eyes.
Yang Jun sat there correcting documents and said without raising his head,
"I'm going to change your working place for you. You can go to work at the first grain collection point. There are fewer people there and it's relatively free."
"Thank you, Uncle Yang. If you don't tell me, I still want to mention this matter to you."
When Shitou heard this, he smiled and seemed very satisfied with this arrangement.
There are two grain collection points in the steel rolling mill, which he knows.
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 food, it will be fine. "You go downstairs first, I will take you there later."
"Okay, Uncle Yang."
Da Shitou responded and went downstairs.
The reason why Yang Jun placed him in the grain collection store was because he didn't want him to be picked up by others. The store's performance was pretty good and it could turn in several thousand kilograms of grain every month, which greatly eased the logistical pressure on the steel rolling mill.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He thought about getting the stone over, so that he would no longer have to take food from space to subsidize the store, thus protecting the secret of his space to the greatest extent.
As for Shitou, I believe that as long as he is not a fool, he will do everything possible to cover up the secrets of his dimension. As long as he acts cautiously, I believe there will be no problem.
Even if someone discovers 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 arrived at Yang Anbang's grain collection store.
"Anbang, Stone will be under your leadership from now on."
As soon as they met, Yang Jun immediately explained: "Although he is under your leadership, you are not allowed to interfere with his work. He can come to work whenever he wants, and you don't have to ask questions about the ingredients delivered."
Yang Anbang was shocked when he heard this and looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a puzzled expression.
Unexpectedly, Yang Jun believed in this kid named Shitou so much and gave him such a large degree of freedom.
He suddenly felt envious.
"It doesn't matter if you arrive late, leave early or miss work?" Yang Anbang asked.
"Yes, even if he doesn't come to work for a few days, you don't have to worry about it. In a word, just pretend that he doesn't exist in the store."
"Okay, director, I understand."
Yang Anbang was completely jealous.
Logically speaking, he is the person closest to Yang Jun. Even he does not enjoy this treatment. However, the child in front of him actually has this privilege, which makes him very puzzled.
However, if you don’t understand it, you can’t understand it.
However, he still carried out Yang Jun's orders to the letter.
"Director Yang, please take more care of me in the future."
Shitou greeted Yang Anbang humbly.
Shitou was extremely proud and very satisfied with the work Yang Jun arranged for him.
It was as if Yang Jun knew what he was thinking and had considered all the factors for him, even more thoughtfully than he imagined.
"Care is out of the question, let's help each other."
Yang Anbang stretched out his hand to shake his hand.
The person was brought by Yang Jun, so he still had to have the necessary face.
He didn't know the details of the stone, so he was naturally polite.
"Anbang, the tricycle in the store will belong to Shitou from now on. He can use it when he goes to the countryside every day."
"Okay, factory director, there are only a few of us here anyway, so let's just leave it alone."
After explaining Yang Anbang, Yang Jun said to Shitou again,
"Shitou, from now on you will be responsible for going to the countryside to collect grain. After receiving the grain, transport it directly back to the store. At the end of the month, I will pay you the bill. What do you think?"
"No problem, Uncle Yang, I will definitely do it well."
Shitou looked serious, but there was a faint arc at the corner of his mouth.
Thinking about it, he was very satisfied with Yang Jun's arrangement.
Afterwards, Shitou rode away on the tricycle in the store.
Looking at Shi Shi's back, Yang Anbang finally couldn't help but ask.
"Brother, what is this man's background?"
"Neighbors in the compound."
Yang Jun turned around and warned: "Anbang, remember, don't take care of this child, let alone offend him. Just pretend that there is no such person in the store. Do you understand?"
"I know, brother."
Yang Anbang felt sad in his heart. He didn't expect that this child had such a big background that even Yang Jun would give him three points of respect.
But what Yang Anbang didn't know was that Yang Jun did this entirely for his own sake.
If he guessed correctly, Shitou must have a vegetable garden subsystem. This system is probably used to grow vegetables and raise animals, but he cannot guarantee whether his system will be able to accommodate people.
If one day Yang Anbang offends him, will he take the person into the dimension?
He didn't know if the space of the stone could hold people. Anyway, his space couldn't hold people, not even living things. Small animals like chickens, ducks, fish and geese could only be put in after they were slaughtered.
"Brother, please stay for lunch."
When Yang Anbang saw that Yang Jun was about to leave, he quickly came out to stop him.
"In the morning, a fellow villager brought a pheasant over. I asked the red plums to stew it. I can eat it after a while."
When Yang Jun heard this, he was immediately moved.
He had really never eaten pheasant, but he wanted to try it.
"Okay, let's try it."
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to make up the money."
The pheasants were brought in, but those near the water tower had to go first, so they could eat them themselves. However, the money and tickets had to be paid, otherwise the store's accounts would not be reconciled at the end of the month.
"I know, 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 is very simple, except for the peppercorn chicken, it is just a plate of shredded radish and black pickles.
The rice was steamed buns, which made Yang Jun feel his throat hurt just looking at it. However, the peppercorn chicken was quite tempting, with bright color, and it looked good at first sight.
I couldn't help but pick up a piece.
Yang Jun's expression suddenly changed.
The taste is average, a strange smell that I can't describe, but it's quite woody anyway.
After seeing the looks everyone was looking at him, he was too embarrassed to spit out the chicken.
Hemming and hawing,
"I suddenly remembered that there was something else going on in the factory, so I'm going back first."
Yang Jun put down his chopsticks, turned around and left.
"Brother, do you want to leave after eating?" Yang Anbang called from behind.
"I won't eat. It's an urgent matter."
Yang Jun waved his hands and ran away as if running away.
The taste was very strange, 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.
Some people say pheasant meat is delicious, while others say it is not.
