Happy Life in Siheyuan

Chapter 527 Where's My Ticket?
At this time, Fan Weizhong suddenly remembered about the steamed buns, and hurriedly asked: "Master Lin, what happened to those steamed buns? Don't tell me, you made them all again?"

"No, how is this possible!"

Lin Tieniu smiled slightly, waved his hand and said.

"Then tell me quickly, what is going on?"

When Fan Weizhong heard the words, he hurriedly urged with a curious face.

"Director Fan, these steamed buns are actually the bad steamed buns we made before in the cafeteria. I just asked me to use some secret recipes to remove the sour and salty taste from the steamed buns!"

Lin Tieniu straightened his expression and said seriously.

"Really?"

Fan Weizhong was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in disbelief.

Although he is not a cook, he has lived for most of his life, and he has never heard that a spoiled steamed bun can become delicious again.

"Of course it's true. How could I lie to you about such a big matter!"

Lin Tieniu nodded vigorously, and said calmly.

After finishing speaking, he saw that Fan Weizhong was still a little skeptical, and hurriedly continued to explain: "You know, I used to be a cook in the army, and what I was best at was making some unpalatable things. become delicious."

"I happened to encounter such a situation once before. Learn how to deal with this problem, otherwise I wouldn't be so confident."

"Oh! That's what it is!"

After hearing this, Fan Weizhong suddenly realized something, and then he didn't have any doubts about Lin Tieniu's statement.

As we all know, food in the army is the most convenient, efficient and cost-effective, and there are often unexpected situations, so the cooks in the army are required to have strong adaptability.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Lin Tieniu has such a skill.

Moreover, if this is not the case, how can Lin Tieniu produce so many delicious steamed buns in such a short time?

Could it be that these steamed buns were conjured out of thin air?

Seeing that Fan Weizhong believed what he said, Lin Tieniu heaved a sigh of relief, then hurriedly changed the subject and told Fan Weizhong the good news.

"By the way! Director Fan, I came back from the countryside this morning. I wanted to report a happy event to you. With my unremitting efforts, the Jiangchang Village Committee has agreed to beat a blind bear in their village. and three wild boars were sold to our factory!"

"Really? That's great!"

Fan Weizhong's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and then he praised with joy.

He didn't expect that Lin Tieniu actually won so much meat, and among them was the bear's paw that Li Weihong had been talking about for a long time.

With these things, does he have to worry about not having a chance to improve?

Fu Jiang!

What a lieutenant!

At this time, the more Fan Weizhong looked at Lin Tieniu, the more satisfied he felt.

Since Lin Tieniu came to work in this cafeteria, he first drove Wan Yuhua out, and then turned the tide to help solve the steamed bun crisis, and now he brought such good news.

All of this is as if God specially sent Lin Tieniu to assist him.

If it wasn't because his own daughter was still young, maybe he would have wanted to marry her to Lin Tieniu.

"Well, if it wasn't for the incident that happened in our cafeteria, I would have already gone to the logistics office to apply for purchase funds and trucks."

Lin Tieniu nodded with certainty and said, with a hint of depression in his tone.

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up! I'm here, don't worry, I'll take care of things. Your main task now is to get those meat back to our factory as soon as possible."

When Fan Weizhong heard the words, he hurriedly opened his mouth and urged.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel uneasy, and hurriedly dragged Lin Tieniu to the outside of the canteen, and said as he walked, "Come on, I will accompany you to the logistics office to apply for purchase funds and trucks, so that the speed will be faster." faster."

"No, Director Fan, don't worry! We can't do without you in the cafeteria now, why don't you call the logistics office and talk about it, and then I can apply for it myself!"

Seeing this, Lin Tieniu hurriedly spoke to persuade him.

"Well, that's what you said, okay, then do as you said."

When Fan Weizhong heard this, he paused slightly, then pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Although it seems that the previous protest turmoil has been resolved, and the workers are no longer noisy, but there is no guarantee that there will be no more problems in the future, and there is indeed a need for a leader to watch over here.

Moreover, Lin Tieniu had not dealt with the people in the logistics department once or twice, even if he didn't go there with him, there probably wouldn't be any problems.

After speaking, he took Lin Tieniu to the office of the canteen director.

As soon as he entered the office, he couldn't wait to dial the number of the logistics department, and told the people in the logistics department about the situation reported by Lin Tieniu.

When the people in the logistics department heard that Lin Tieniu had purchased so much meat, they were overjoyed immediately, and then readily agreed to Lin Tieniu's request, and urged Lin Tieniu to go to the logistics department to collect the purchase money and the truck as soon as possible.

After a while, Fan Weizhong hung up the phone, and then excitedly urged Lin Tieniu to go to the logistics office.

Lin Tieniu nodded in agreement with a smile, and then took advantage of Fan Weizhong's opportunity to send him to the door, and put Fan Weizhong's desk into the primary ecological space with a thought, and then used his ability to control the space to open it. The lock on the desk drawer held all the tickets in it.

A rough calculation shows that in addition to more than 6000 meal tickets with a face value of one tael and two taels, and more than 1 food tickets with a face value of five cents and eight cents, there are also food stamps of [-] catties, meat tickets of [-] catties, ten Five catties of edible oil tickets, three catties of pastry tickets, five catties of brown sugar tickets, etc.

The total value is almost 600 yuan.

Among them, since he does not intend to sell meal tickets and vegetable tickets, the actual harvest is more than 100 yuan, which is considered a small profit.

Afterwards, he restored the lock on the drawer, and then quietly took out the desk and put it back in its original position.

All of this may sound like a long time to say, but in fact it only took less than a second.

At this moment, Fan Weizhong was still immersed in the joy of his impending progress, completely unaware that the little wealth he had finally accumulated, as well as all the meal tickets and food tickets collected yesterday, had all disappeared.

Soon, Lin Tieniu left the cafeteria and went to the logistics office to apply for purchase funds and trucks.

After he stated that he had learned to drive in the army, the people in the logistics department readily arranged a truck for Lin Tieniu after asking for instructions.

However, for the sake of safety, the logistics department also assigned an accompanying person to follow the car.

Li Tieniu had no objection to this. He took the approval form from the logistics department, went to the financial office to collect 2000 yuan for the purchase, and then drove straight to Jiangchang Village in a truck with the staff of the logistics department.

At the same time, in the canteen of the rolling mill, the business hours for breakfast also ended smoothly, and no emergencies occurred.

And the mid-shift workers in the cafeteria also came to the back kitchen of the cafeteria one after another at this time.

They had just arrived in the back kitchen, and before they had time to change their clothes, Fan Weizhong was called to the canteen director's office to inquire about the situation of the noodle meeting yesterday afternoon.

Although Fan Weizhong did not intend to pursue Zhao Genmao's responsibility, he still had to do some superficial work so that the people in the cafeteria would not think he was easy to bully.

The workers in the middle shift of the cafeteria, after learning from Fan Weizhong that such a big incident happened this morning, were immediately a little surprised, and then hurriedly opened their mouths to explain one by one, for fear of taking any responsibility.

Among them, He Xinglong and Hong Bingrong were the most nervous and anxious, because they were responsible for preparing the dough yesterday, and now something went wrong, even if they had a hundred mouths, they couldn't tell.

"Director Fan, someone must be framing us behind this matter, you must make the decision for us!"

"That's right! Director Fan, no matter how stupid we are, we would never do such a detrimental thing! You must return our innocence!"

"What are you in a hurry for? I didn't say that you did this. Let me ask you, who else has touched the dough after you made the dough yesterday?"

Fan Weizhong stared, and said in a low voice with some annoyance.

"By the way! Director Fan, when you asked me this, I remembered something. Master Zhao was the last one to leave yesterday when he got off work. Could it be him who did this?" "?"

He Xinglong thought for a while when he heard the words, then his eyes lit up, and he said hastily.

"Oh! Did you see him tampering with the dough?"

Fan Weizhong frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"That's not true!"

He Xinglong sneered, and then spoke resentfully.

"Really, don't talk nonsense without evidence!"

Seeing this, Fan Weizhong immediately reprimanded him with a straight face.

So far, he just wants to use this incident to give the staff in the cafeteria a good blow, so as to avoid similar things from happening in the future.

As for the other things, he didn't want to make any troubles at all, so as not to affect his promotion and salary increase.

Seeing Fan Weizhong's attitude, the employees present were a little puzzled.

Didn't you say you want to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes?
Why are you not even allowed to speak?
Is there anything else they don't know about it?

"Okay, do the rest of you have anything to say?"

Fan Weizhong noticed everyone's doubts and hurriedly waved his hands and asked.

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Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Although some of them also knew that Zhao Genmao was the last one to leave the cafeteria, but seeing what happened to He Xinglong being reprimanded, they dared not say it again.

Other than that, they had nothing to say, so they just kept silent.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Seeing this, Fan Weizhong breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in a deep voice.

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for everyone to react, and hurriedly continued to reprimand: "What are you all eating? You don't know that the dough has been tampered with, if it wasn't because Master Lin just rushed back to solve this matter , you all have to wait to be punished."

"I hope you can learn the lesson from this time, and work carefully and hard in the future, so that there will be no more problems. Otherwise, don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

"Okay, I will continue to investigate this matter, you all go back to work now!"

"Thank you, Director Fan!"

Everyone hurriedly nodded their thanks when they heard the words, and then rushed out of the cafeteria director's office one by one, as if their butts were on fire, for fear that they would be held responsible if they walked too slowly.

Fan Weizhong looked at the backs of everyone leaving in a hurry, with a slightly smug look on his face.

He believed that after such a move, no one would dare to contradict him in this cafeteria in the future.

In this way, he can also plan his promotion and salary increase with peace of mind.

Thinking of the coming good days, he couldn't help feeling a little excited, and then hurriedly made himself a cup of tea to refresh himself.

Not long after, when he was thinking about how to report his results to Li Weihong, the phone on the desk rang suddenly, which made him startled suddenly.

Afterwards, he picked up the phone with some displeasure, and when he heard it was from the financial office, he realized that he still had one business to do.

So, after hanging up the phone, he hurriedly took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the drawer, hoping to take the meal ticket and vegetable ticket collected yesterday to the accounting room for verification as soon as possible.

As a result, the next moment, when he wanted to reach for the ticket, he found that the drawer was completely empty, as if it had been swept away by mice.

Seeing this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted in disbelief: "Where's my ticket?"

He clearly remembered that when he got off work yesterday, he had sorted out all the received tickets and put them in this drawer. Why are they suddenly gone now?
Could it be that these tickets were stolen?

Thinking of this, his heart tightened suddenly, and then he rummaged around in the office with some reluctance, wanting to see if he had put the ticket somewhere else.

However, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a trace of the ticket, and finally he could only slump down on the chair.

Finished!

It's really over!

Now that I have lost so many tickets, let alone a promotion and salary increase, I have to be thankful for being able to keep the position of canteen director.

"boom!"

"Who? Who did it?"

After realizing that his dream of promotion had been completely shattered, Fan Weizhong slapped the table hard with red eyes, and then growled in a low voice in frustration.

At this moment, his mood is like riding a roller coaster. One second he was in heaven, and the next second he was in hell.

This extremely strong contrast made him feel very uncomfortable, and he also hated the person who stole the ticket.

Now, the only remedy he can think of is to find out the person who stole the ticket.

Otherwise, no matter how he explained, no one would believe that these tickets were stolen, and he might even be accused of self-stealing.

At that time, he will just fall into the crotch of yellow mud, and it will be shit or shit.

who is it?

Who is framing Lao Tzu?

While panicking, Fan Weizhong tried his best to think of the answer in his mind.

Soon, he thought of a name, Zhao Genmao!
(End of this chapter)