Chapter 439: No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.
Although Yang Anguo was a fool, he was not so desperate that he escaped under the pretext of changing his son's diaper.
It's not like he didn't know how terrifying Sun Zhaodi was.
Coupled with the fact that Yang Jun personally trained him during this period, his strength has long been different from what it used to be.
As for Yang Anguo, who is not afraid of flashing his tongue, he and Ma Juzi combined may not necessarily be Sun Zhaodi's opponent.
Yang Jun's rough training method is most suitable for someone as powerful as Sun Zhaodi.
Two hundred high altitude exercises, three hundred sit-ups, four hundred squats... these are a piece of cake for her.
As long as you give it a try, she can do it to the extreme.
She is no longer the shy girl who didn't know anything when she first came to the steel rolling mill. The life in the city in the past few months has opened her eyes. The longer she stays in contact with Yang Jun, the more she feels that she has followed the right person.
Now, she no longer has to worry about food and drink every day. After being paid every month, she only has two yuan left to buy daily necessities, and all the rest is sent back.
She also felt the warmth of family in Yang Jun's home. Everyone in the family was very kind to her, especially Yi Qiushui, who treated her like her own daughter and often took her to have her teeth cut and buy clothes.
By the way, as soon as Yang Jun arrived at the factory, he went to the ministry with the project documents applied for by various departments yesterday.
These projects are all the result of everyone working overtime last night.
Among them are project documents for building workshops, applications for building staff dormitories and cadre housing, some for rebuilding office buildings, and some for purchasing advanced equipment...
Holding a thick stack of applications, Yang Jun's face twitched. He didn't know how many applications could be approved, and it was possible that not even one could be approved.
If the people above knew that there was so much money in the factory, they would not be killed.
With an anxious mood, Yang Jun knocked on the door of the leader's office.
"Come in."
The angry voice of the big leader came from inside.
When I opened the door and went in, I saw that in addition to the top leader, there were two other cadres who had been trained so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up.
Seeing that it was Yang Jun, the big leader waved his hand and said to the two men: "Go back and reflect on it. If you leave everything to the leader, then what use do you need?"
"yes!"
The two bowed obediently and exited the room.
After they left, Yang Jun walked over with a smile.
"Uncle Guo, how about I come back at another time?"
When the big boss heard this, he slapped the table and glared at him.
"If you dare to sneak away, believe it or not, I will break your legs."
"Xin, am I not afraid that you will be angry, implicate the innocent, and affect the fairness of your judgment?"
Yang Jun smiled and was about to sit down when he heard the leader ask,
"Did you bring what I wanted?"
"ah……"
Yang Jun was stunned and immediately reacted. Seeing the unkind look in his leader's eyes, he immediately took out two bottles of medicinal wine from his trouser pocket.
"That's what I'm here for today. I want to ask you to sign something by the way."
He took the opportunity to put the project documents that needed approval on the table.
If it hadn't been for the big boss' reminder, he would have really forgotten about that matter. However, fortunately he had the space to take out the medicinal wine without leaving any trace.
The big leader didn't even look at it. He put the two bottles of wine into the cabinet with a sullen face, then picked up the project book and took a look.
Yang Jun was very nervous and stared at the big leader's face.
The big leader didn't say anything, just returned the project application form to him, then sat on the chair, crossed his hands on the table,
"The project was cut in half."
When Yang Jun heard this, he was about to explain that if the project was cut in half, the money would not be spent.
But I heard the senior leader faintly say: "The ministry has not been well off lately, so please hand over the rest."
"Uncle Guo..."
"You know that if there is no blood, even if I say something, the people below will not approve it."
Yang Jun curled his lips when he heard this.
Seeing the proud look on the big boss's face, he knew that all these were just excuses, and they were just to take a fancy to the small treasury of the steel rolling mill.
However, the big leader is right.
If some blood doesn't come out, others will be jealous. Maybe someone is really causing trouble, and it's probably stuck.
"Okay, this money can be considered as my filial piety to you."
Yang Jun said helplessly.
"That's pretty much it. Just pick out a few projects now and I'll sign them for you on the spot." The big leader said, tapping the pile of project documents with his hand.
Yang Jun was helpless, so he held the project documents and looked at them one by one.
These project documents are budgeted based on the total amount of the small treasury. As long as these project documents are approved, he is sure to spend all the money.
He flipped through it and took out a few less important projects, leaving only a few projects for rebuilding office buildings and expanding factories.
These projects together account for exactly half of the small treasury's funds.
Yang Jun handed the rest of the project document to the senior leader.
The senior leader took one look at it, then looked at the amount in the project book, and felt that it was about the same, so he directly picked up the pen and signed his name.
After signing, Yang Jun saw a proud smile flash across the corner of the big leader's mouth.
"Remember to pay the remaining balance to the ministry as soon as possible."
"I see, you are such a big leader, do you still need a little money?"
Yang Jun's heart was bleeding. The small treasury established by generations of factory directors was just handed over.
The big leader was sitting in his seat, with a smile on his face and a proud look.
"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat."
Yang Jun grimaced: "Have you ever seen such a big mosquito?"
"Okay, I didn't express it correctly."
The big leader said quietly: "It's not a mosquito, it's a fly."
After saying that, the big leader waved his hand and told him to get out.
Yang Jun was heartbroken.
He was stabbed and then kicked out like a fly.
Where can he go to reason?
After leaving the leader's office, Yang Jun went directly back to the factory.
As soon as he arrived at the office, he held a meeting of all cadres.
He first asked the finance department to transfer the remaining money to the ministry according to the amount in the project book, and then asked Liu Feng to quickly implement the diesel engine factory and take over the two thousand acres of land allocated to him by the ministry.
Then build a factory on that land.
He must spend the money as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble later.
After assigning tasks, Yang Jun went directly back to the office.
As soon as he arrived at the office, he saw the person he least wanted to see.
He just wanted to exit the office, but was stopped by Mao Hua and Gao Dongzhi.
"Lao Yang, why are you running?"
"That's right, why are you hiding from us? We are here to discuss the merger plan with you."
Yang Jun's chest puffed up and he slowly walked in with his hands behind his back.
"Did I hide? No, I didn't. This is a habitual action of mine."
Seeing that Yang Jun was lying without even blushing, the two curled their lips, but they did not dare to offend him. After all, the initiative was in their hands.
"Lao Yang, it's like this. We are here to treat you to dinner. You see, we all work in the same system, so we can still give you this face," Mao Hua said with a smile.
"I can give you face, and it's okay to eat, but I have a question to ask you, and I hope you can answer it truthfully."
Yang Jun turned his back and asked with a smile: "May I ask you two, when will you be transferred?"
