A simple accountant successively brought down several leaders of the Cotton Mill, sending them all to jail, while he escaped unscathed and even relocated back to Shan City before the mill closed down.
Wang Gen Sheng is truly the male lead of a feel-good novel.
"Rebirth: I Was an Accountant in the Cotton Mill"
It wasn't until today that Qin Huai realized how unskilled Wang Gen Sheng was at storytelling. If Wang Gen Sheng could tell stories even a little bit, such an exciting tale wouldn't have been buried for so long, leaving him with nothing but aningless reminiscing over the years.
Luo Jun was all ears.
By the end, Luo Jun completely forgot today he was supposed to play a kind elder and started sharply critiquing the deputy director's embezzlent thods, which were identical to a director who spent decades swimming in the river, claiming the group perford only these tricks, mainly relying on deceiving the superiors and the fear of reporting from subordinates.
An Youyou was quite stunned. The most sophisticated trick she had ever pulled off was when selling buns at ho, sneaking a bite of the at buns but not the vegetarian ones, having never heard such an exciting story.
Gong Liang exclaid, "At the ti when the Cotton Mill kept breaking out with these incidents, I was wondering who had the guts to investigate and even capture the key evidence. Even if Mr. Xu had the intent to investigate, the people below might not cooperate. The Cotton Mill, after all, is a large factory of thousands, incomparable to the re two or three hundred people of the Silk Factory. Turns out it was all thanks to Accountant Wang."
Wang Gen Sheng was quite humble: "It's not really my credit. I just did what an accountant should do, cleared the account without concealing anything."
"To always stick to one's principles is already astonishing," Gong Liang said.
Wang Gen Sheng shook his head, muttering, "It's not sticking to principles, just doing what I was supposed to do. I promised... to be a good accountant."
Though Wang Gen Sheng's last sentence was very soft, Qin Huai still heard it clearly. He glanced curiously but refrained from asking whom Wang Gen Sheng had promised, knowing it wasn't the right ti.
Qin Huai checked his phone; it was already 4:17.
Qu Jing hadn't arrived yet; the traffic must be terrible.
Gong Liang's task wasn't completed either.
Qin Huai had specially prepared twelve types of snacks for Gong Liang, who had tasted all of them during the chat, witnessed by Qin Huai himself. Since they focused on chatting, Gong Liang hadn't comnted much on the snacks, but judging from his expression and status, Qin Huai knew Gong Liang was generally satisfied with the snacks.
The snacks should be okay.
Yet the fact remains that the side task wasn't completed.
Qin Huai was inclined to believe it was Luo Jun's probing that went wrong, even though Luo Jun confidently assured that the task-required snacks were among the twelve prepared, supporting his commitnt with a stellar performance proving his determination to assist Qin Huai with the side task.
But this cannot guarantee Luo Jun won't make mistakes.
Luo Jun had already been wrong about the Three-legged Golden Toad, and mishaps in the asked snack list weren't impossible.
Upon seeing Qin Huai scrutinizing the snacks, Luo Jun deduced from Qin Huai's expression that there was indeed an issue with the side task, which wasn't completed.
"Xiao Gong, were the snacks today to your liking?" Luo Jun once again adopted a benevolent expression that unnerved Zhao Cheng'an, his voice even gentler than before, presenting the image of a good-natured old man.
Hearing Luo Jun speak this way, Chen Huihong couldn't help but scooch back, wanting to distance herself from this state of Luo Jun.
"Certainly, very much to my liking. Mr. Luo, you specifically asked Master Qin to prepare so many snacks I love, and Master Qin's culinary skills are renowned, so much so that I'm thinking of packing a few boxes to take ho to eat later tonight." Gong Liang imdiately entered a mode of praise, "Take this Papaya Cake, for instance. Monts ago, Master Qin said he wasn't familiar with making it, but I found it flawless."
"Nowadays, Master Qin's skills are truly unmatched, even better than when I tasted his snacks in Gusu, refining trendously. Back then, when Master Qin was in Gusu, custors lined up buying his snacks, wishing to queue from early dawn till 10 pm; the length of the line, that scene, I had never seen anything like it even during my decades at Huang Ji."
"I thought it was unbelievable. Now, if Master Qin were to exchange skills at Huang Ji for a few months, the queue would stretch from 2 am to 10 pm for sure."
"With skills like yours, queuing for hours to savor a snack isn't an injustice at all."
Watching Gong Liang effortlessly escalated the complint, Wang Gen Sheng, who was still imrsed in reminiscing, was dumbfounded. He thought if he could verbally deride like Gong Liang, his food reviews for Master Xiao Zheng wouldn't be the shortest every ti, subjected to mockery by Xu Tuqiang and others.
Wang Gen Sheng felt compelled to inquire about the art of trivial talk from Gong Liang, having recently found a newfound kindred spirit through reminiscing. Without Gong Liang around next ti, reminiscing would seem daunting.
Everyone knew Gong Liang was rely being polite yet suspected he was stating truthful remarks.
Furthermore, all awake spirits present were aware that Luo Jun had assured Qin Huai that the task's snack was indeed among the twelve types.
The situation began to turn intriguing.
Originally moving back a bit, Chen Huihong involuntarily leaned forward again, looking at Luo Jun, with her face spelling out, "Luo Jun, it seems you've made a mistake."
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