Du Yiqing ignored the fat woman's conversation and just drank tea quietly, while Cuilu stood quietly aside.
Zeng Lanjun flipped through the account book page by page... For a while, there was nothing else in the room except the sound of turning pages from time to time.
But from time to time the sound of singing can be heard from the woman dyeing cloth outside the door...
Du Yiqing drank three cups of tea and was extremely depressed. Zeng Lanjun usually gave her the impression that he was an impatient person.
Looking at the account book here today has already taken me a cup of tea!
"Is this ledger from the past few months?" Zeng Lanjun finally spoke.
The fat woman hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Go back to me, Master, three months!"
"Well, three months!" Zeng Lanjun repeated.
The staff flipped back and forth twice more, the first page of accounts, and the last page of accounts.
Finally closed the ledger.
"Zhang Ma, how long have you been working for our Zeng family?" Zeng Lanjun then picked up the tea on the table, blew on the tea leaves, and took a sip.
The fat woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Sir, I have been working for more than five years..."
Zeng Lanjun didn't answer and stared at the extremely nervous fat woman for a while.
He suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, five years, has my Zeng family treated you badly in five years?"
The laughter turned into a question, the voice was sharp, causing Zhang Ma to kneel on the ground instantly...
Du Yiqing was speechless, because Zhang Ma was kneeling too hard. At that moment, she clearly felt her feet being shaken...
"Master... this was not my idea..." Zhang Ma was so frightened that she didn't know what to say.
Exaggeration, what's going on? Even if there's something wrong with the account book, there's no need for this mother to be so scared, right?
"You are the responsible steward here, it was not your idea? You gave me the account book in person, it was not your idea? Humph, also, I passed the drying rack just now, and the red cloth on it was clearly not of good quality.
Southern safflower, what’s the result? What’s the report here? And the slurry, and even the bracket you want to report to me is the good green bamboo, but the old yellow bamboo is used!!”
Zeng Lanjun's voice got louder, and finally he suddenly raised the account book at hand and hit Zhang's mother who was kneeling on the ground hard in the face.
Zhang Ma could only open her mouth but couldn't say half a word of rebuttal.
Du Yiqing was secretly stunned. She usually classified Zeng Lanjun as a scumbag, but she never thought that he really had two skills...
Just by looking at the door, you can tell that there is something wrong with the color of the dyed cloth? You can know so much information just by looking at it...
Du Yiqing looked at Zeng Lanjun, who was angry at the side, but her eyes lost a bit of the usual contempt!
After Zeng Lanjun finished throwing down the account book, the personal servant who came with Zeng Lanjun led another woman in with a blue floral background.
"Sister-in-law Guilan, you will be in charge of this dyeing workshop from now on. If I find problems next time, our Zeng family will no longer need this dyeing workshop!" Zeng Lanjun said harshly.
The woman who came in later calmly replied: "It's Mr. Zeng, Guilan will definitely do nothing wrong!"
After finishing speaking, Guilan had already left the door. But Zhang Ma on the ground could only cry.
This method, and the woman who came in later...
Du Yiqing was a little confused. When Zeng Lanjun took Zhang Ma out, Du Yiqing looked at Zeng Lanjun who was drinking tea calmly and admired her a little.
"What? Do you think your husband is very powerful?" Zeng Lanjun noticed Du Yiqing who had been staring at him.