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Chapter 73 Posting

Qiu Huoming thought for a moment and asked, "Does the list Qiu Jianjun gave me have Aunt Zhang's signature?"

"I've only seen this month's edition, and it seems to only have chapters." Bao Jun's expression changed, and he glanced at Qiu Huoming, "That shouldn't be the case, only Aunt Zhang has chapters..."

"Her apprentice may be able to get it too." Qiu Huoming guessed.

"Does a formal reimbursement form also need the signature of the responsible person?" Qiu Huoming asked.

"It seems that they need it, but sometimes they don't. No one cares and they just reimburse it internally." Bao Jun looked at Qiu Huoming suspiciously, "Could it be that Mr. Huang secretly knocked it off for him?"

Aunt Zhang has always been a principled person. She is single and has enough money, so she would not want to do anything like going along with the corrupt crowd.

"Assuming that there is something wrong with the order, based on this, then these stamps definitely could not have been made by Aunt Zhang."

Qiu Huoming squatted at the entrance of the pavilion and looked at the clear sky. "I'll go to your factory this afternoon to find her and see if I can get anything out of her. I'll also deliver the letter while I'm there."

"Then copy it quickly." Ding Yu took out a homework notebook from his schoolbag, tore off the blank page at the back, sat on the stone bench in the middle of the pavilion, and lay on the stone round table to prepare for copying.

Qiu Huoming immediately stood up and picked out several recent orders from the account book. Ding Yu and Li Ming each took a pen and started writing.

Qiu Huoming changed the font, from his usual running script to regular regular script, and deliberately made it a little crooked.

An hour later, Qiu Huoming took out several extra envelopes that he had bought at the post office last time. There were three letters in total. Under the guidance of Bao Jun, he wrote the names of the factory director, secretary, and production director respectively.

The factory itself has a reporting mailbox, which is opened every Monday, or it can be placed directly at the guard post at the east gate, but this way it will be seen by others.

Qiu Huoming planned to act according to circumstances. He put the letter in his pocket and glanced at Li Ming's watch. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, so there was plenty of time.

"Daming, wait a moment before you leave. Let me see this poem I wrote first. I plan to submit it to the Xingxing magazine." Bao Jun's face flushed slightly. He took out a small notebook from his bag, turned to the third page, and handed it to Qiu Huoming.

Qiu Huoming took it and started reading. The title of the poem was very simple. He read it softly:

My Day in the Workshop

In the early morning, I came to the workshop under the call of birds.

Assembly line

Dead life and dead bran embrace and mix

I am a trader

Picking up dead animals

and unwanted parts of plants

Give waste a new life

At night, in the company of insects

Close the door of the workshop

My day is as small as dust and as great as the Creator

After reading the poem, Qiu Huoming slapped Bao Jun on the shoulder and said, "You are really good! Submit it. I think it will work."

Bao Jun's tense mouth suddenly relaxed, and he rarely showed a hint of shyness, "Then I'll vote."

Ding Yu sighed, "It's a pity that all of you have become writers, but I have accomplished nothing."

Li Ming blurted out, "You missed it. There's also me. I can't write such a literary thing in my lifetime..."

They looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

Ding Yu looked at Bao Jun affectionately and said, "I am as small as dust, but also as great as the Creator..."

Bao Jun kicked at him, but Ding Yu dodged the kick nimbly with his slightly plump body, causing chaos in the pavilion for a moment.

When everyone had enough fun, Qiu Huoming put on his schoolbag and said, "You guys play for a while. I'm going to the meat processing factory."

Ding Yu asked: "Huozi, let me accompany you."

"More people means more conspicuousness, I can go alone." Qiu Huoming waved his hand, jumped directly down from the steps, turned around and pushed the car out from the path under the pavilion.

Bao Jun shouted, "The security guard today is Dongzi. If he stops you, tell him my name. He and I are good friends..."

Qiu Huoming turned his head and shouted, "Got it."

He turned over, got on his bike, and rode out of the park. The sun shone on him and his heart was warm. No matter in his past life or this life, the few friends he made were all very good. Perhaps, birds of a feather flock together, he thought with some complacency.

It was half an hour later when he arrived at the meat processing plant. As soon as he entered the factory gate on his bike, he was stopped by the security guard.

"Hey, comrade, you look unfamiliar and you're not wearing work clothes. You must be from our factory." The security guard has dark skin, is not tall, and looks sturdy.

"Dongzi?"

"How do you know my name?" Dongzi looked at him in surprise.

"I'm Bao Jun's friend, and he mentioned you to me."

"That kid, he's not going to work today." Dongzi looked at him with a little suspicion.

"I'm looking for other people. I have something to do."

"What department?"

"Quarantine Department, I'm looking for Sister Zhang."

"Go ahead, go ahead. Go straight to the end and turn right. It's next to the forest."

When Dongzi heard that he was looking for Sister Zhang, he let him go immediately.

Qiu Huoming rode his bike in the direction he said. It seems that Bao Jun's face is not big enough, and Sister Zhang is more useful.

I was riding on the main road, and before I had ridden far, I saw a bulletin board next to a green path. Next to the bulletin board was a mailbox for reporting.

At this time, most of the workers were at work and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Qiu Huoming looked around and saw that no one noticed him, so he got on the bike, stretched out his arm, and quickly delivered the three letters in his bag.

Then he pushed hard with his feet and the car drove forward quickly.

When he reached the end, there were roads on both sides. He rode straight to the right and soon saw a protective forest. This place was close to the water, and part of the forest was probably designed to prevent floods.

Not far from the woods there is an isolated L-shaped house with a sign hanging on the door: Quarantine Department.

This place is indeed remote enough. Qiu Huoming became a little worried. He could never be sure what happened to Dean Zhang would happen again.

After entering the gate, it was very quiet inside, without even a gatekeeper.

This place is close to the water and the humidity is quite high. As soon as I entered the first floor, I smelled a faint musty smell. The corridor was very clean, but the smell still lingered here.

There are two floors in total. The staircase entrance is blocked. The upper floor is probably waiting for maintenance. Several wooden boards are blocking the entrance to the corridor and nailed up with wooden strips.

The back half of the L-shape is the laboratory, and the front half is the office.

Qiu Huoming shuddered. This office environment wasn't that bad, but it was a little scary.

There was movement in the laboratory.

Qiu Huoming walked over quickly and just in time someone pushed the door open and came out of the laboratory, bumping into him head-on about four or five meters away.

"Aunt Zhang, I'm Daming." Qiu Huoming stopped, scratched the back of his head, and looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a white coat and had a tired face with a simple and honest look.

"It's you. This is a laboratory. Don't come here rashly. There are a lot of germs." Sister Zhang passed by him.

"Come over here, let's talk in the office."

Qiu Huoming followed quickly.

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