Qin Huai guessed correctly; when he sent the ssage to Shi Dadan, Shi Dadan and Wang Gen Sheng were already on their way. Qin Huai told them they could co for dinner around six. The timing was impeccable, for they arrived at Huang Ji at exactly 5:59.
Qin Huai had already arranged a private room, 111.
As soon as Shi Dadan arrived at Huang Ji, he ssaged Qin Huai that they were heading to the private room. At that mont, Qin Huai had just stepped out of the changing room, where Gong Liang was waiting for him at the door. When Qin Huai and Gong Liang reached the staircase, they saw the backs of Shi Dadan and Wang Gen Sheng—one exuberant, the other slightly unsteady.
It was clear that the poor state of Huang Ji’s accounts had caused irreparable damage to the 40-year veteran accountant.
Hopefully, Wang Gen Sheng hadn’t snacked too much while balancing the books today and still had the appetite for the dinner feast.
Qin Huai introduced Gong Liang: "The two gentlen ahead are Mr. Shi and Accountant Wang. Mr. Shi doesn’t react very quickly in conversation or actions, so please be patient when you speak with him."
Don’t let our Dang Kang be fooled into a daze.
Though Shi Dadan is certainly smarter now than in his first life, he’s still likely no match for Gong Liang.
Gong Liang imdiately caught the implied aning in Qin Huai’s words, smiling: "Rest assured, Master Qin. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? As a shareholder of Huang Ji, I’ll ensure Mr. Shi and Accountant Wang have a delightful and holy experience tonight."
In just two sentences, Gong Liang had turned a free al into a shareholder’s treat, a testant to his prowess.
"Simply by looking at his back, I felt a connection with Mr. Shi—it looks so familiar and even a bit endearing. I rember you said, Master Qin, that Mr. Shi lives downstairs, right? Later, I’ll bring him so fruit. The stores around here aren’t great, and it’s hard to find top-quality produce."
As they spoke, Qin Huai and Gong Liang arrived at the door of Room 111 and entered.
Wang Gen Sheng was complaining to Shi Dadan about how chaotic the accounts were today: "I’ve never seen such ssy books—discrepancies everywhere. There are no major errors, but small mistakes constantly. How did accountants co to this? In our factory back in the day, they wouldn’t even pass probation. If the spreadsheets weren’t decent, my brain couldn’t handle it; even my eyes couldn’t compete."
Wang Gen Sheng stopped complaining upon noticing Qin Huai and Gong Liang co in. He had t Gong Liang before because when Qin Huai was practicing making Four Happiness rice balls, they often encountered one another at Qin Huai’s house.
Wang Gen Sheng admired Gong Liang because Gong Liang’s videos were always the best-written ones, even better than Xu Tuqiang’s.
"Gong... Mr. Gong," Wang Gen Sheng still rembered Gong Liang’s surna.
Gong Liang warmly approached him: "Accountant Wang, I’ve heard a lot about you. When we were eating rice balls together before, I didn’t know you were Accountant Wang. I used to work at the Silk Factory as a sales director, Xiao Gong. I wonder if you’ve heard of . I’ve admired your reputation for a long ti; your accounting skills are unparalleled among the state-owned factories in Gusu."
Caught off guard by Gong Liang’s flattery, Wang Gen Sheng took a mont to respond, suddenly realizing: "Director Gong, I’ve heard of your na, from the trade fair records."
It was a legendary eting of the well-known figures from the two major factories.
In his previous life, Shi Dadan, half a celebrity sharing the stage with Wang Gen Sheng, watched them with a cheerful deanor, holding an apple, half-eaten: "That’s quite a coincidence—seems like a reunion for colleagues."
Following Shi Dadan’s lead, Gong Liang added: "Indeed, so when I heard Xiao Qin is treating Accountant Wang and Mr. Shi to dinner, I had to invite myself. Allow to introduce myself, I’m Gong Liang, a shareholder of Huang Ji, and I dabble a bit in the silk business. If you have any concerns or suggestions about the dishes tonight, feel free to let know, and I’ll address them imdiately."
"I wonder what you two would like to drink, perhaps alcohol or..."
"So hot drinks will do," Wang Gen Sheng quickly responded.
Gong Liang called for the waiter and ordered two pots of hot drinks.
When Qin Huai was introducing the spirit situation he discovered to Shi Dadan, he ntioned Gong Liang, so Shi Dadan actually knew that Gong Liang was the scamr. Moreover, when Qin Huai ssaged Shi Dadan, he said that Gong Liang would join them tonight, so Shi Dadan was sowhat expecting his presence and wasn’t surprised.
As for why Wang Gen Sheng wasn’t surprised either...
It can only be said that the reputation of a top salesman is incredibly significant. Not to ntion that Wang Gen Sheng wasn’t surprised—even Qin Huai felt that if soone had to leave this room, it probably should be him.
He seed a bit superfluous in this room.
Qin Huai knew the focus of the evening wasn’t on him, certainly, not on Gong Liang either.
It was on Shi Dadan.
Qin Huai gave Shi Dadan a look that said, "Please begin your performance," to which Shi Dadan, ready as ever, took a bite of his apple, sat up straight, thought hard, and naturally acted as if he had just rembered sothing and asked Wang Gen Sheng:
"Brother Wang, I rember you ntioned this restaurant was a state-owned establishnt this afternoon."
"Yes!" As soon as Shi Dadan raised the topic, Wang Gen Sheng beca enthusiastic.
What does Wang Gen Sheng love more than anything?
The good old days, of course.
But because Uncle Wang’s mory has been unreliable these past few years, the nostalgias he recounts cycle over the sa few events, with the audience usually unchanged, who have heard his stories so often that they can recite them, rendering them less willing to listen.
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