Richest Rag-picker N Chapter 97 - 96: The New Boss Really Went Junk Collecting?

Chapter 97: Chapter 96: The New Boss Really Went Junk Collecting?

However, Fang Chenyi didn’t pay the guy much mind. After all, with his current status, it would be beneath him to get on the sa level as soone like that.

He retracted his gaze and addressed the crowd again.

"Alright, alright, everyone get back to work. I’m going to handle the handover with President Wang, and then we’ll have a eting to discuss pay raises."

Fang Chenyi’s tactic to boost morale worked like a charm. The mont he ntioned pay raises, everyone—except for a few genuine slackers—cheered and returned to their posts.

It couldn’t be helped. People are just that pragmatic. It doesn’t matter who the boss is; as long as they’re the one signing the paychecks, what difference does it make who you work for?

Once the crowd had dispersed, Fang Chenyi gestured to President Wang.

"Heh, shall we, President Wang? Let’s get the handover started."

"Yes, yes. Let’s go to my office—er, to *your* office to discuss it."

Even though Fang Chenyi had been his employee just a short while ago, their roles were now reversed, and President Wang’s attitude was accordingly deferential.

But Fang Chenyi waved him off. "No, no. Let’s just use the conference room."

’The cuckold’s wife was just in the office,’ Fang Chenyi thought, ’and who knows what they were up to.’ He decided to just forget it.

Hearing Fang Chenyi’s words, President Wang seed to rember sothing as well. His expression turned awkward for a mont before he quickly composed himself.

After agreeing, he led the way toward the conference room.

Fang Chenyi shook his head helplessly at the sight. He turned to Tang Ying, who was still staring at him in utter shock, and gave him a punch on the shoulder.

"Let’s go, Old Tang. What are you still doing sitting there like a fool?"

Tang Ying froze at his words, then pointed to his own nose and asked uncertainly,

"Uh... ? What for?"

"Just co when I tell you to. What’s with all the questions?"

After saying that, Fang Chenyi folded the woven bag and tucked it under his arm before striding after Old Wang.

"Haha, Chenyi, we’ve worked together for over three years. I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the company’s situation—you might even know so things better than I do, so I won’t waste ti on introductions. How about this: let’s handle the financial handover today. I’ll clear all the books, including the one million-plus in liabilities and this month’s employee salaries."

When they reached the conference room, Fang Chenyi unapologetically took the head seat at the table, with Tang Ying sitting beside him.

Hearing Old Wang’s words, Fang Chenyi nodded. "Sounds good. Let’s settle the accounts first."

Then, he turned to the slightly excited Tang Ying.

"Old Tang, you handle the handover in a bit. It’ll give you a clearer picture for when you manage the company."

Tang Ying, sitting beside him, was buzzing with excitent. ’Now that Old Fang’s the boss, and with our relationship, I’ll probably get a key position,’ he thought. ’Maybe I’ll even get to be a departnt head.’

But when he heard what Fang Chenyi said, Tang Ying froze, the excited look on his face stiffening.

He blinked. "What? ** handle the handover? Are you making

the Finance Director? I don’t know the first thing about that stuff, man!"

Fang Chenyi shot Old Tang an exasperated look. "Finance Director? Hell no. From now on, you’re the General Manager!"

At those words, Tang Ying was completely dumbfounded. ’General Manager? Holy shit, how high up is that?!’ He knew his own limits. He’d be fine as a departnt head, but General Manager... that was beyond his wildest dreams.

"No, that’s not... Old Fang—uh, President Fang, I can’t be the General Manager. Besides, if I’m the GM, what are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi gave a mysterious smile and shook the woven bag tucked under his arm.

"See? I have more important work to do. I just picked up this little company on a whim. So go for it, don’t worry. Get rid of all the dead weight you see and start fresh. We’re old partners, I believe in your abilities. Don’t feel too much pressure, just make sure the company can break even."

Uh...

Staring at the woven bag in Fang Chenyi’s hand, Tang Ying distinctly rembered that the guy had just been using it to pick up trash...

While Fang Chenyi and Tang Ying were talking, Old Wang made a confused sound.

"Huh? Why isn’t anyone in finance picking up the phone? President Fang, please wait a mont. I’ll go check on them."

After Fang Chenyi nodded, Old Wang got up and left the conference room.

...

"FUCKING ZHAO YONG! AND YOU, CHEN HONG! I HOPE YOU BOTH DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH! A HORRIBLE DEATH!"

Three minutes later, a furious roar echoed from outside the door.

Fang Chenyi and Tang Ying, who had been discussing the company’s future, exchanged a look of resignation.

Although they didn’t know the specifics, they had a pretty good idea of what had happened.

The two of them got up and walked to the doorway of the conference room, only to see Old Wang standing in front of the finance office, on the phone with the police.

The other employees were gathered around, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.

From what he could overhear of Old Wang’s call to the police, Fang Chenyi pieced together what had happened.

In the short ti he and Old Wang had been in the conference room, Zhao Yong had conspired with his forty-year-old mistress, the finance director, and they had run off with the entire nine million from the sale of the company!

Watching this soap opera unfold, Fang Chenyi shook his head. He couldn’t really bla anyone else; it takes two to tango.

’Old Wang had brought this on himself. You screwed the guy’s wife, which is one thing,’ he thought, ’but then you brought him into your own company. Did you really think he wouldn’t try to get back at you?’

He stepped forward and patted Old Wang on the shoulder.

"It’s alright, Old Wang. Let the police handle it. They only just left, so they can’t have gotten far. Don’t worry."

After that, he gave Tang Ying a few more instructions and left with his woven bag. It was better not to get mixed up in such a ssy affair. The ti would be better spent picking up so trash.

He walked out of the company’s main entrance and over to the elevators, where he spotted the trash can.

Seeing the overflowing bin, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but feel a surge of delight. ’Heh, will you look at that? These guys really go through a lot. So many bottles. If I collect all of these, it’s got to be worth at least a few thousand.’

With that thought, Fang Chenyi ignored the closing elevator doors. He shook open his woven bag and aid his trash grabber at the bin.

[Host has collected one old phone case. System reward: 500 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank account. Please check your balance.]

...

The elevator landing was separated from the main work area by only a glass door, so the sight of their new boss, Fang Chenyi, picking through the trash was in full view of all the employees.

[To be continued...]