Quick Wear: Cannon Fodder

The factory manager has been paying attention to the situation in the Finance Department since Ye Zhiqiu joined the company. Knowing that she had disrupted and redistributed the division of labor among her subordinates, he specifically called her over for a chat.

He had only one request, which was not to affect the normal production of the factory and to pay wages on time on payday.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded: "Director, don't worry, I guarantee there will be no problems."

The factory director looked at her with confidence in his eyes, so he believed her for once. If there was really a mess, he would have a reason to find Secretary Li. He arranged the people, so if there was a problem, he would have to clean up the mess.

According to the practice of the Finance Department, the payroll should be prepared three days before the salary is paid, but this time it was not completed until Ye Zhiqiu took the initiative to ask, and the person in charge of calculating the salaries said with confidence that it was the first time to calculate it, and it had never been calculated before, so it could not be completed.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the others who were waiting to see the show: "Whether you can successfully complete the work is a question of ability, but not asking for help when you can't complete it is a question of attitude. If you can't finish it, there are others. Why don't you take the initiative to say it? Why do you have to wait until I ask?"

Old Zhao was stunned: "You didn't say you could ask other people to help."

"Haha, can you blame me? You didn't ask for help, but you didn't work overtime either. You left work on time every day and walked faster than anyone else. You were also neither hurried nor slow at work. If you didn't finish your work, you would even have time to make tea and read the newspaper."

Old Zhao had worked as an accountant all his life. Except for the few years when he was an apprentice and suffered a lot and was criticized to his face, he was rarely criticized like that afterwards. How could he bear it when Ye Zhiqiu humiliated him in front of everyone?

He yelled without thinking, "Everyone does this, what's wrong with it? It's my freedom to work overtime or not. If you have the ability, you can do it yourself. I can't do this job. If you think I'm not capable, I can just leave."

If he is not wanted here, he will go somewhere else. With his years of accounting experience, he will not be unable to find a job.

"I'll do the math, no matter how big the problem is, I can calculate it, but you have to cooperate with me in the future. If anyone doesn't cooperate, we'll see what happens."

Others were waiting to see her drive Lao Liu away, but she didn't do what everyone wanted. Lao Zhao could leave, but he didn't leave the steel plant, but was transferred to a new position. Of course, Lao Zhao was old, so she couldn't really drive him to work in the workshop, but the logistics department was short of cleaners, so she just transferred him there.

According to her idea, if he didn't obey, he should be assigned to clean the toilets, but the head of the personnel department was a good man and didn't want to offend him too much, so he changed it to let Lao Zhao clean the factory area. Although it was also cleaning, it was much better than cleaning the toilets.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled when he heard this, but did not force Lao Zhao to clean the toilet.

Others muttered in their hearts that women are soft-hearted. They didn't drive Lao Zhao away even though it was like this. However, they didn't know that Ye Zhiqiu was doing it on purpose. He could find the same job again after he was driven away. It was not a good thing for Lao Zhao to stay in the steel plant. He used to sit in an office high up, but now he was exposed to the wind, sun and rain. I don't know how many people were waiting to mock him in person.

As expected, on the first day that Lao Zhao was sweeping the factory area, he was stopped by someone: "Hey, isn't this Accountant Zhao from the Finance Department? He used to say that we are peasants working in the fields, with mud on our feet and yet we still pretend to be cultured. Now that we are assigned to sweep the floor, how does it feel?"

There were too many people in the steel plant. Lao Zhao looked at the person in front of him and didn't recognize him at all, but he wondered in his heart whether he had offended him before.

"Haha, what's the matter? You've offended so many people that you've forgotten who I am? I'm just reminding you. Last month, I got my salary. I just asked how it was calculated, but you said I was uneducated and didn't understand. You just had to put your fingerprints on the money. Why are you pretending to be educated?"

The person left after saying this. The other party didn't even remember me, so what's the point in responding with sarcasm?

He left, but Lao Zhao didn't leave and continued to sweep the floor. Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning. After the first person stood up to ridicule him, there was a second and a third.

These people didn't dare to take action, but they didn't say anything nice. They just walked away after saying it, without giving him a chance to talk back. Old Zhao was so angry that he could only vent his anger with a broom.

He was so busy venting his anger that he didn't notice that the broom hit someone. Unfortunately, that person was the head of the logistics department. Even though the head of the logistics department had a good temper, he couldn't help but criticize him. It didn't matter if it hit someone, but the broom was public property and could not be damaged. If it was broken, he had to buy a new one himself.

It was not winter, but Lao Zhao could feel the wind, frost, snow and rain, and his heart was cold. He could not stand such a day, so he made excuses to ask for leave in the afternoon.

The head of logistics doesn’t care. If the extra people don’t want to come, then they don’t have to come. It’s not him who has their salary deducted.

Old Zhao was waiting, waiting for Ye Zhiqiu to come back three times to ask him to come back because he couldn't pay the salary. He had the confidence because his old friends said that they didn't help calculate the salary, so the salary would definitely not be paid.

In order to make things more serious, he and a few old friends deliberately sighed in front of the neighbors after get off work. When someone asked them, they pretended to be worried and said that the wages had not been calculated yet, and the new director did not organize everyone to work overtime, so they didn't know what was going on.

When one person said this, everyone was skeptical, but since everyone said this, and they were all experienced accountants in the finance department, no one dared to disbelieve it. Everyone gathered together and whispered in private, and some people with bad tempers were already shouting that if they were not paid, they would go to the factory director's office to make a scene.

Although the others did not agree on the surface, they were secretly trying to figure out what was going on and followed the other party. As long as they didn't cause any trouble, it was fine for them to just follow and watch the fun.

The next day was salary payment day. Before leaving get off work, Ye Zhiqiu reminded the cashier to prepare change so that no one would be late for salary collection when they arrived at work early in the morning.

The cashier was a new young man who was not in the same group as the old accountants. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu with wide eyes, wondering how come he didn't know when the wages were calculated.

"Just prepare the money." Ye Zhiqiu didn't say much else. If things are not kept secret, they will fail. Before she has subdued her subordinates, she should be cautious. Of course, she is not afraid of anything. After the salary list is prepared, she put a copy in the space to see if anyone will attack the finance office tonight.

Facts have proved that everyone is not brave enough and only resists verbally, but it is impossible for them to really take action.

The night passed peacefully, and early the next morning, Ye Zhiqiu handed the payroll to the cashier in front of everyone else's surprised gaze. At this moment, she was extremely proud, and had been waiting for this moment for several days, to see who would dare to go on strike.

It's just accounting, there's nothing she can't do. Does she really think that they are the only ones who can do accounting? If they don't want to do it, they can leave early. If she can't do it alone, she can hire new people to do it. At worst, she can work harder to train a few new people.

Of course, this is a very bad idea. She doesn't want to kill all the people who are willing to cooperate with the work.