Wealth

"That, Mr. Fan--" Master Feng stopped Fan Wuyi who was about to go out.

　　 Fan Wubing stopped immediately when he heard the words, looked back at Master Feng who had followed him, and asked a little strangely, "Is there anything going on, Master Feng?"

Master Feng came over, scratched his hair, and asked embarrassedly, "President Fan, it's time to pay this month's salary the day after tomorrow, but the accountant said that the money hasn't arrived yet. I just want to ask whether the funds are available. What's the problem?"

　　The salary hasn't arrived yet? Fan Wubing was stunned when he heard this, he was really not sure about this.

Since the garment factory has not been operating normally, the three Wang brothers have handled the wages of the garment factory over the past few months. Generally, the garment factory’s account is paid regularly every month. Anyway, it is a fan. The disease-free industry has not drawn out so many boxes and asking for trouble.

　　 But why hasn't it been paid yet? According to the usual rules, the funds will arrive one week in advance, and then the accountant will make a table according to the salary standard. After the two masters approve it, they will affix the financial seal and private seal of Versace Clothing Co., Ltd., and finally Fan Wuyi signed a word It can be sent to the hands of the workers.

"The account hasn't arrived today? Well, I know about it. I'll go and ask about it later." Fan Wubing nodded to Master Feng, indicating that he knew about it. Seeing Master Feng, he seemed a little upset. He smiled and comforted, “It’s no big deal. It’s probably because I forgot to make a payment. You don’t have to worry. Our company is currently in the upswing period of its business, and the funds are quite sufficient. There are cases of wage arrears, Master Feng, you can rest assured!"

　　 "Well, that's good, that's good!" Master Feng asked about salary, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Fan Wubing thought about it again, and said to Master Feng, "Let’s do it, no matter what’s going on over there, I’ll explain it to you, so that the person who does the work must call in the salary in the afternoon and turn back to you. Explain to the accountant and the workers, how about it?"

"That's the best!" Master Feng nodded repeatedly, "It's not what I want, it's that the workers don't know how to hear about this, so they feel a little uncomfortable. You know, Mr. Fan, this With grain in hand, I don’t panic in my heart. I heard that there may be a problem with wages. There are really not many people who can calm down and bury their heads in work! So I’m thinking about this, it’s better to talk to you first. ."

Fan Wubing listened to Master Feng’s words and kept nodding, "Master Feng, you are doing the right thing. This is your responsible attitude towards the boss and the workers. I really have to ask about this. Okay, Then I’ll go first, and I’ll have to call in my salary anyway in the afternoon!"

　　 "Okay, okay—" Master Feng smiled and waved goodbye to Fan Wuyao again and again.

　　Leaving the garment factory, Fan Wuyi felt suspicious. The three brothers’ pig farm business has been very good. It can be said that it is Fan Wuyi’s cash cow. Why did he forget to pay the clothing factory?

After thinking about it, Fan Wuyi went home and was about to have lunch. Originally, Zhang Mei thought he had gone where, so he deliberately left his share of food in the pot to heat up, and saw that he finally ran away. When I came back, I brought it out.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs! I like it!" As soon as he smelled the scent in the pot, Fan Wuyao immediately lifted his spirits, his eyes flashed green, and in twos or twos he ran to his mother Zhang Mei and picked up his rice bowl. Come here.

Fan Wubing is now five years old. Although his body is not too low, his age is stored here and he does not consume much. Even if it is due to practice, he eats more than his peers. Not half of an adult, he saw that there were five spare ribs left for him in the bowl, and he knew that today's rice must not be finished.

"Eat slowly, looking at you, it really feels like sweeping the floor--" Fan Heng was eating slowly, and when he saw Fan Wubing's vicious look of reincarnation of a starving ghost, he couldn't help but frown and lightly point fingers. road.

　　 Fan Ting and Fan Kang immediately laughed when they heard this, but they also fought an arduous struggle against the sweet and sour pork ribs.

　　 Fan Wuyi stuffed a rib into his mouth, and saw his cheeks grunt a few times, and a smooth bone came out like that, without even a trace of oil, it was really clean.

Seeing the children eating energetically, Zhang Mei felt very happy, "Eat more, there is still in the pot! When you are growing up, you can keep up with nutrition! I knew you like it so much. Had two more meals a week!"

Fan Wubing had already killed three spare ribs while speaking, and was taking a mouthful of rice to fill it up. After hearing his mother's words, he immediately swallowed the rice, and then announced in a loud voice, "I raise my hands and feet in agreement. I strongly support my mother's wise decision!"

　　 "Cooking two more meals a week, isn't that three?" Fan Kang nibbled on the ribs, and whispered to his sister Fan Ting, "Will the ribs be eaten three times a week?"

"I don't know~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I guess not—" My sister Fan Ting is also uncertain, but I guess my parents are relatively senior cadres. If they say they have to eat ribs for three weeks. Worry, that is really worrying.

Fan Heng couldn't help but laughed when he heard the children's conversation. "It's not enough to eat poor. In the past, the main reason for eating less meat was the lack of meat supply. Recently, the state encouraged the development of aquaculture, and this situation has improved a lot. "He saw that Fan Wubing was immersed in the bitter food, and he was moved," he said, "However, our situation in Panshi City is obviously better than elsewhere. Today we are able to eat spare ribs happily, but among them are you. The credit for the little brother Fan Wuyi is in it!"

　　 "What's the matter with me? Aren't they all my mom's spare ribs?" Fan Wubing wiped his grease mouth and asked curiously.

　　 Zhang Mei smiled and said, "Of course it's your business. The ribs we are eating now are from your splendid pig farm."

　　 Uh, it turned out to be homemade pork! Fan Wubing had forgotten this, and he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment.

Since the pig farm has made a profit, he has taken a fixed amount of money from the monthly profit and handed it to his parents for expenses. Therefore, the economic conditions of the Fan family are quite good. Naturally, they have gone up several steps in terms of eating. In terms of clothing, I also have my own clothing factory, so I don’t have to go to the streets to find a tailor to do it.

　　 However, he overlooked one point. Sometimes when he has money in his hand, he may not be able to buy what he wants. For example, the splendid pork produced by Chunguang is quite in demand.

　　 Thinking of this, he immediately waved a bone and announced, "I have all the pork we eat in the future!"