In order to own a high-end car as soon as possible, I transferred it from the office without hesitation. I looked at the pen in my hand with great emotion, threw it into the waste paper, and cursed hatefully: Go, go see your ghost, from now on, I will never be the graphic maker who crawls all day long, the soulless literati, follow the instructions, spirit, and ideas of my superiors all day long, and write some clichés that I would not even believe in, and that is empty.
I transformed into an unsophisticated and authentic factory director of a bankrupt printing factory. I sat at the desk of the factory director's office in a decent manner, sucking high-end cigarettes leisurely. At the same time, Dong Shi imitated my ex-boss Han Dalabo, and also crossed his legs, humming and spitting out cigarettes in his mouth, and his big feet wearing Italian leather shoes were shaking ridiculously.
The factory director, opposite me, was a nagging old woman, a retired and recruited Accountant Li, who was retiring, before I took office, she was an accountant and also a factory director. Because of my arrival, she snatched her factory director's chair mercilessly and sat under my butt without hesitation. On the contrary, she was very comfortable and had an unprecedented sense of ease to remove countless big burdens. Now, the old woman with a broken mouth was still throwing away one big burden after another to me: Factory director, at present, the situation in our factory is very bad, the economic situation is in a recession, and the workers have not started funding for three months. Look, this is the bank account of our factory, and there are also pick-up money on it. Alas, the old woman pulled out a handful of messy paper pieces:
Factory Director, this is the medical expenses of retired workers in our factory. It has been more than two years, but I just don’t have money to report it! Aunt Li, the printing volume of the agency is very large, but our printing factory is so leisurely. So much printing volume has gone wherever it goes. As the former factory director, you should bear a certain responsibility! Well, when the old woman heard it, she suddenly turned cold: Factory Director, the people in the agency who are in charge of printing volume need kickbacks, and the more you have to have a bigger appetite. As a result, the workers get up early and work harder. Apart from the costs and rebates, the factory can’t make a lot of money at all. Sometimes, once there is a little error, you have to lose money once you rework! Then, won’t you raise the price?Can't get it up. Now, printing factories are everywhere, and the competition is very fierce. Our factory's equipment is both old and backward. If the price is not raised, people are not willing to print in our factory. If the price is raised, no one will come.
Alas, factory manager, our factory equipment is too old. When we are not alive, we are idle. Once we have a printing task, the machine will be turned around for 24 hours, but we can't get out of the task, and we are so anxious that the customers will run to another printing factory to print. Alas, it's really a waste of time! Factory manager, handyman and updater Di Bazi walked into the office carelessly: Factory manager, the electricity bureau checked the electricity meter, and asked us for electricity bills! Who is the factory manager? A slender and beautiful woman with a cold face, holding a small notebook in her hand, followed Di Bazi and walked into the office: Are the factory manager here? I am, I threw away the cigarette butt and stood up: Miss, what's the matter?Who do you mean to be a lady? Be serious, it's really rude, but the factory director. Just this kind of virtue I am from the Electricity Bureau. Your factory owes more than 20,000 yuan of electricity bill. What should I do? The beauty threw the small notebook in front of me. I couldn't understand what the broken things recorded on it were. I just smiled and stared at the beauty: If you don't have money, what do you think? Humph, okay, if you don't have money, right? Then, I will let the workers pinch the electricity tomorrow! Hehe, pinch the electricity, I took out a cigarette again without regard: Beautiful comrade, I pinched the electricity today, and I have to connect it tomorrow. Are you not trouble? Humph, connect it, wait, don't pay the arrears, just wait for God to connect it to you! After saying that, the beauty picked up the small notebook: You wait, tomorrow, I will pinch the electricity from your factory!Hehe, comrade, don't be excited, I said you can't pinch it, you can't pinch it! I said without being soft or hard
Oh, you dare to call the number, wait! The toll collector snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the office, and I said indifferently: Goodbye, Dibazi, see off the guests! I waved my hand, and then muttered to myself:
Ah, it's noon, it's time to have a meal! Yes, the factory manager, what do you want to eat? Dibazi drinks with me almost every noon, and I take out a bill: Go, buy something casually, we still have to drink it! Hey, Dibazi happily took the bill, and turned around and disappeared
Ah, it's so happy. Come and drink. I sat opposite Dibazi. You sip, I sip, and the old woman continued to nag: Factory Director, why do you still have the leisure to drink? Our factory's business license is going to be invalid! Why, are you printing banned books and asking the relevant departments to punish them! I asked, and took another sip of wine
No, factory director, our factory has not paid the industrial and commercial management fee for a year. If we don’t pay it, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will not give an annual inspection. As the annual inspection deadline has passed, if we don’t check it last year, the license will be invalid! Our factory has become an underground black factory! Oh, so that’s it! Is the factory manager here? When I was a little drunk, there was an extremely annoying shouting outside the office door. Immediately, a man in his forties, wearing tax clothes, with a short and chunky face, and a 40-year-old man walked in with a gloomy face: Where is the factory director! Here, I put down my wine glass: What’s the matter! What’s the matter? I’m here to collect taxes. Your factory has not paid a penny of tax for half a year, and he has no money to pay it. The old woman came over with a sad face and took over the conversation:Comrades from the Taxation Bureau, the workers have not started their investment for three months. Now, there is only money on the books! Why, if you don’t have money, don’t pay, old lady, don’t you understand the law, do you want to resist taxes? Comrade, you really don’t have money to pay! Go, go, go, old lady, I won’t tell you, the tax officer who was bald pushed away the nagging old woman and rushed to me: You are the head of a factory, you say, what should I do! If the factory has no money, what should I do? Humph, you don’t have money, you still drink! What’s wrong with drinking? What’s wrong with drinking? If you don’t manage the factory well, drink during working hours, what are you the factory manager! Hehe, teach me a lesson, what are you the old man? I’m fucking willing, when I want to drink, just when he drinks, you can’t see, get out, let me get out, pay the tax, I will naturally get out!If you don't have money, get out of here, don't ruin my alcoholic spirit! Let me get out of here, it's not that easy, pay taxes, or give me an explanation, when will I pay it! I pay, what do I pay, I pay your mother's pussy! Fuck you, I threw the wine glass to the tax collector, the light of the wine glass hit the tax collector's chest, and then rolled down to the floor, and immediately broke into pieces. The wine splattered everywhere. I stood up, grabbed the factory manager's big chair, and smashed it hard to the tax collector's head, and said, "At that time, Dibazi blocked the crazy fallen factory manager's seat, and finally avoided the blood flow incident. The old woman was so scared that she grinned and sank on the sofa: It's not good, a fight is going to kill someone! Come on, please pull them away,Seeing this, the tax officer was stunned at first, and then he retreated to the door very cleverly: OK, okay, you dare to fight a national civil servant who performs civil affairs. You are amazing, you are amazing! The tax officer walked out of the factory office with boring fun. After all the troubles, my alcohol consumption was consumed a lot, and my head gradually woke up: Well, I am really crazy! I ignored the tax and ignored it, so why did I still hit someone! I hurriedly called: Brother, Brother Du, Oh, hello, brother, I'm in trouble! I told Lao Du about the cause and effect of the matter, and Lao Du smiled:
Fuck, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are a fucking promising. You are such a good factory manager. You are such a great factory manager. You dare to beat the national tax officer. Haha, ha... Brother, can you find someone and help me! I didn't say anything, and the Electricity Bureau wants to pinch the factory's electricity. The Industrial and Commercial Bureau will not give annual inspections. I told Lao Du all the problems facing the factory: Brother, you have trouble. There is no way, please help me! Okay, okay, I will contact you immediately. After finding a good person, I will pass on you, fuck, okay, okay, I will find you all the fuck, hehe, let's have a spoonful of stew! Di Bazi, put down the phone, I asked Di Bazi: What's the tax officer's surname, what's his name?
The surname is Ma, I don’t know what his name is, but everyone calls him Boss Ma! No, I pushed away a wine glass that Dibazi found again: I won’t drink anymore, go, go to the workshop to take a look! I walked into the printing workshop with my hands behind my back. The busy workers stopped what they were doing and greeted me: Hello, factory manager! ... Aunt Li, I asked the old woman beside me and said: Didn’t you say that the factory has no printing tasks? Why, isn’t this very busy? Everyone is working? The factory manager, the old woman explained: This is printing the homework books for primary school students, the profit is quite low, and there is a way, I don’t print this thing. I’m busy, and I can’t make much money at all! I walked to a printing press that was buzzing and asked the worker who was busy refueling: How many pieces can this machine be printed in a working day!The factory director, even if he keeps printing for a minute, no faults will occur at all. If everything goes well, he will not print ten thousand pages a day! So, the old woman added: Once there is an urgent task, if you are anxious, you will not print them out! I walked to the cutoff machine again, and a strong old man smiled at me kindly: Hehe, little factory director, child! The old man suddenly changed his mouth and said:
I call you a kid, you won't be angry, right! No, I answered readily
Yes, the old man touched the white beard on his face: Little factory manager, I'm too old, I'm already in seventy years old, call you a child, that's right! Oh, I stared at the drunken eyes and looked at the cutter machine that was probably much older than the old man. I saw a broken small sign nailed to the black, oily gantry frame, with a vague handwriting on it. I looked at it curiously for a while, and then muttered the intermittent words on the sign to myself: Haha,... Yishunxing Business Company... The branch Fengtian, branch Tianjin, Daban,... Fengtian, Xiaobeimen,... Wow, I exclaimed to the old cutter worker: Grandpa, I bet that this machine may be bigger than your age, hehe, the old man smiled speechlessly
Well, this is an old antique! I sighed: It is fully qualified to enter the museum! When entering the museum, the old man shook his head: No, kid, this machine has made great contributions to our factory! As soon as I entered the factory, I fiddled with this machine. This fiddling will last for a lifetime. I spent more time with this machine than with me, so grandpa was full of affection for this machine! The old man said, while stroking the antique-like cutter machine affectionately. Suddenly, the old man attached himself, grabbed a handful of waste paper, and said to me with emotion:
Little factory manager, child, this machine, as for how much work I have done for the factory, I won’t say much more. Just selling these paper-goers is worth many times the value! Oh, okay, okay, I took a picture of the strong shoulders of the old man who had a strong affection for his wife: OK, grandpa, then you can continue to fiddle with it! I walked into the word picking workshop again, looking at the line after row of lead type boxes, and the waste lead type piled up on the floor like a hill, I couldn’t help frowning: Aunt Li, what era is this? I still fiddling with these broken things, is it troublesome, is it troublesome, is it backward? Why not have a set of laser placing equipment? Alas, what else can I do? Where can I get the money? I can’t even get the salary, and I can’t get the spare money to put on new equipment! The old woman sighed helplessly
Pili, scattered,... Behind me, a loud noise came amidst me, and then another scream from a woman: Oh, look at you, what did you do? I took a whole morning and finally arranged it. You threw it on the ground. Oh, it was in vain, it was in vain, the whole morning was in vain! I, I, I, I, I didn't mean it! A young woman explained in a low and slightly crying tone: Aunt Ding, I, I, it was not intentional, it was too heavy, my hands were not very easy to use, I didn't hold it, what else can you do! I, I, ohOh, this voice, this crying voice, how come I was so familiar? I couldn't help but turn around. The young woman was busy picking up a mess of lead characters. She raised her head unintentionally, and her eyes, which were holding the tears of grievance, happened to be in focus with my eyes. We were all stunned. I first exclaimed: Ah, it's you...
I transformed into an unsophisticated and authentic factory director of a bankrupt printing factory. I sat at the desk of the factory director's office in a decent manner, sucking high-end cigarettes leisurely. At the same time, Dong Shi imitated my ex-boss Han Dalabo, and also crossed his legs, humming and spitting out cigarettes in his mouth, and his big feet wearing Italian leather shoes were shaking ridiculously.
The factory director, opposite me, was a nagging old woman, a retired and recruited Accountant Li, who was retiring, before I took office, she was an accountant and also a factory director. Because of my arrival, she snatched her factory director's chair mercilessly and sat under my butt without hesitation. On the contrary, she was very comfortable and had an unprecedented sense of ease to remove countless big burdens. Now, the old woman with a broken mouth was still throwing away one big burden after another to me: Factory director, at present, the situation in our factory is very bad, the economic situation is in a recession, and the workers have not started funding for three months. Look, this is the bank account of our factory, and there are also pick-up money on it. Alas, the old woman pulled out a handful of messy paper pieces:
Factory Director, this is the medical expenses of retired workers in our factory. It has been more than two years, but I just don’t have money to report it! Aunt Li, the printing volume of the agency is very large, but our printing factory is so leisurely. So much printing volume has gone wherever it goes. As the former factory director, you should bear a certain responsibility! Well, when the old woman heard it, she suddenly turned cold: Factory Director, the people in the agency who are in charge of printing volume need kickbacks, and the more you have to have a bigger appetite. As a result, the workers get up early and work harder. Apart from the costs and rebates, the factory can’t make a lot of money at all. Sometimes, once there is a little error, you have to lose money once you rework! Then, won’t you raise the price?Can't get it up. Now, printing factories are everywhere, and the competition is very fierce. Our factory's equipment is both old and backward. If the price is not raised, people are not willing to print in our factory. If the price is raised, no one will come.
Alas, factory manager, our factory equipment is too old. When we are not alive, we are idle. Once we have a printing task, the machine will be turned around for 24 hours, but we can't get out of the task, and we are so anxious that the customers will run to another printing factory to print. Alas, it's really a waste of time! Factory manager, handyman and updater Di Bazi walked into the office carelessly: Factory manager, the electricity bureau checked the electricity meter, and asked us for electricity bills! Who is the factory manager? A slender and beautiful woman with a cold face, holding a small notebook in her hand, followed Di Bazi and walked into the office: Are the factory manager here? I am, I threw away the cigarette butt and stood up: Miss, what's the matter?Who do you mean to be a lady? Be serious, it's really rude, but the factory director. Just this kind of virtue I am from the Electricity Bureau. Your factory owes more than 20,000 yuan of electricity bill. What should I do? The beauty threw the small notebook in front of me. I couldn't understand what the broken things recorded on it were. I just smiled and stared at the beauty: If you don't have money, what do you think? Humph, okay, if you don't have money, right? Then, I will let the workers pinch the electricity tomorrow! Hehe, pinch the electricity, I took out a cigarette again without regard: Beautiful comrade, I pinched the electricity today, and I have to connect it tomorrow. Are you not trouble? Humph, connect it, wait, don't pay the arrears, just wait for God to connect it to you! After saying that, the beauty picked up the small notebook: You wait, tomorrow, I will pinch the electricity from your factory!Hehe, comrade, don't be excited, I said you can't pinch it, you can't pinch it! I said without being soft or hard
Oh, you dare to call the number, wait! The toll collector snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the office, and I said indifferently: Goodbye, Dibazi, see off the guests! I waved my hand, and then muttered to myself:
Ah, it's noon, it's time to have a meal! Yes, the factory manager, what do you want to eat? Dibazi drinks with me almost every noon, and I take out a bill: Go, buy something casually, we still have to drink it! Hey, Dibazi happily took the bill, and turned around and disappeared
Ah, it's so happy. Come and drink. I sat opposite Dibazi. You sip, I sip, and the old woman continued to nag: Factory Director, why do you still have the leisure to drink? Our factory's business license is going to be invalid! Why, are you printing banned books and asking the relevant departments to punish them! I asked, and took another sip of wine
No, factory director, our factory has not paid the industrial and commercial management fee for a year. If we don’t pay it, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will not give an annual inspection. As the annual inspection deadline has passed, if we don’t check it last year, the license will be invalid! Our factory has become an underground black factory! Oh, so that’s it! Is the factory manager here? When I was a little drunk, there was an extremely annoying shouting outside the office door. Immediately, a man in his forties, wearing tax clothes, with a short and chunky face, and a 40-year-old man walked in with a gloomy face: Where is the factory director! Here, I put down my wine glass: What’s the matter! What’s the matter? I’m here to collect taxes. Your factory has not paid a penny of tax for half a year, and he has no money to pay it. The old woman came over with a sad face and took over the conversation:Comrades from the Taxation Bureau, the workers have not started their investment for three months. Now, there is only money on the books! Why, if you don’t have money, don’t pay, old lady, don’t you understand the law, do you want to resist taxes? Comrade, you really don’t have money to pay! Go, go, go, old lady, I won’t tell you, the tax officer who was bald pushed away the nagging old woman and rushed to me: You are the head of a factory, you say, what should I do! If the factory has no money, what should I do? Humph, you don’t have money, you still drink! What’s wrong with drinking? What’s wrong with drinking? If you don’t manage the factory well, drink during working hours, what are you the factory manager! Hehe, teach me a lesson, what are you the old man? I’m fucking willing, when I want to drink, just when he drinks, you can’t see, get out, let me get out, pay the tax, I will naturally get out!If you don't have money, get out of here, don't ruin my alcoholic spirit! Let me get out of here, it's not that easy, pay taxes, or give me an explanation, when will I pay it! I pay, what do I pay, I pay your mother's pussy! Fuck you, I threw the wine glass to the tax collector, the light of the wine glass hit the tax collector's chest, and then rolled down to the floor, and immediately broke into pieces. The wine splattered everywhere. I stood up, grabbed the factory manager's big chair, and smashed it hard to the tax collector's head, and said, "At that time, Dibazi blocked the crazy fallen factory manager's seat, and finally avoided the blood flow incident. The old woman was so scared that she grinned and sank on the sofa: It's not good, a fight is going to kill someone! Come on, please pull them away,Seeing this, the tax officer was stunned at first, and then he retreated to the door very cleverly: OK, okay, you dare to fight a national civil servant who performs civil affairs. You are amazing, you are amazing! The tax officer walked out of the factory office with boring fun. After all the troubles, my alcohol consumption was consumed a lot, and my head gradually woke up: Well, I am really crazy! I ignored the tax and ignored it, so why did I still hit someone! I hurriedly called: Brother, Brother Du, Oh, hello, brother, I'm in trouble! I told Lao Du about the cause and effect of the matter, and Lao Du smiled:
Fuck, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are a fucking promising. You are such a good factory manager. You are such a great factory manager. You dare to beat the national tax officer. Haha, ha... Brother, can you find someone and help me! I didn't say anything, and the Electricity Bureau wants to pinch the factory's electricity. The Industrial and Commercial Bureau will not give annual inspections. I told Lao Du all the problems facing the factory: Brother, you have trouble. There is no way, please help me! Okay, okay, I will contact you immediately. After finding a good person, I will pass on you, fuck, okay, okay, I will find you all the fuck, hehe, let's have a spoonful of stew! Di Bazi, put down the phone, I asked Di Bazi: What's the tax officer's surname, what's his name?
The surname is Ma, I don’t know what his name is, but everyone calls him Boss Ma! No, I pushed away a wine glass that Dibazi found again: I won’t drink anymore, go, go to the workshop to take a look! I walked into the printing workshop with my hands behind my back. The busy workers stopped what they were doing and greeted me: Hello, factory manager! ... Aunt Li, I asked the old woman beside me and said: Didn’t you say that the factory has no printing tasks? Why, isn’t this very busy? Everyone is working? The factory manager, the old woman explained: This is printing the homework books for primary school students, the profit is quite low, and there is a way, I don’t print this thing. I’m busy, and I can’t make much money at all! I walked to a printing press that was buzzing and asked the worker who was busy refueling: How many pieces can this machine be printed in a working day!The factory director, even if he keeps printing for a minute, no faults will occur at all. If everything goes well, he will not print ten thousand pages a day! So, the old woman added: Once there is an urgent task, if you are anxious, you will not print them out! I walked to the cutoff machine again, and a strong old man smiled at me kindly: Hehe, little factory director, child! The old man suddenly changed his mouth and said:
I call you a kid, you won't be angry, right! No, I answered readily
Yes, the old man touched the white beard on his face: Little factory manager, I'm too old, I'm already in seventy years old, call you a child, that's right! Oh, I stared at the drunken eyes and looked at the cutter machine that was probably much older than the old man. I saw a broken small sign nailed to the black, oily gantry frame, with a vague handwriting on it. I looked at it curiously for a while, and then muttered the intermittent words on the sign to myself: Haha,... Yishunxing Business Company... The branch Fengtian, branch Tianjin, Daban,... Fengtian, Xiaobeimen,... Wow, I exclaimed to the old cutter worker: Grandpa, I bet that this machine may be bigger than your age, hehe, the old man smiled speechlessly
Well, this is an old antique! I sighed: It is fully qualified to enter the museum! When entering the museum, the old man shook his head: No, kid, this machine has made great contributions to our factory! As soon as I entered the factory, I fiddled with this machine. This fiddling will last for a lifetime. I spent more time with this machine than with me, so grandpa was full of affection for this machine! The old man said, while stroking the antique-like cutter machine affectionately. Suddenly, the old man attached himself, grabbed a handful of waste paper, and said to me with emotion:
Little factory manager, child, this machine, as for how much work I have done for the factory, I won’t say much more. Just selling these paper-goers is worth many times the value! Oh, okay, okay, I took a picture of the strong shoulders of the old man who had a strong affection for his wife: OK, grandpa, then you can continue to fiddle with it! I walked into the word picking workshop again, looking at the line after row of lead type boxes, and the waste lead type piled up on the floor like a hill, I couldn’t help frowning: Aunt Li, what era is this? I still fiddling with these broken things, is it troublesome, is it troublesome, is it backward? Why not have a set of laser placing equipment? Alas, what else can I do? Where can I get the money? I can’t even get the salary, and I can’t get the spare money to put on new equipment! The old woman sighed helplessly
Pili, scattered,... Behind me, a loud noise came amidst me, and then another scream from a woman: Oh, look at you, what did you do? I took a whole morning and finally arranged it. You threw it on the ground. Oh, it was in vain, it was in vain, the whole morning was in vain! I, I, I, I, I didn't mean it! A young woman explained in a low and slightly crying tone: Aunt Ding, I, I, it was not intentional, it was too heavy, my hands were not very easy to use, I didn't hold it, what else can you do! I, I, ohOh, this voice, this crying voice, how come I was so familiar? I couldn't help but turn around. The young woman was busy picking up a mess of lead characters. She raised her head unintentionally, and her eyes, which were holding the tears of grievance, happened to be in focus with my eyes. We were all stunned. I first exclaimed: Ah, it's you...
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