The Ultimate Reimbursement Trick! Every Expense Needs a Good Reason

Lao Zhao's farewell banquet lasted all the way until the moon hung over the sand dunes.

Sing Sing has learned his lesson this time. Upon entering, he first laminated his return ticket, wrapped it in three layers of waterproof film, stuffed it into his inner pocket, and then secured it with a paperclip.

They will only be served after the entire security process is completed.

The whole roasted lamb is the same as always, the Da Wusu is the same as always, Martha's bowl of licorice and cistanche soup is the same as always.

But this time he didn't drink a drop.

"Zhou'er, this nourishing soup is really potent, show it off while it's hot!"

"Oh, Sister Martha, no, you absolutely mustn't do that!"

Sing Sing suddenly jumped up, crossed his arms in front of his chest, grabbed the cold water on the table, and hugged it to his chest, using water instead of alcohol.

"I've been having a lot of liver fire lately. Before I left, the doctor repeatedly told me to avoid meat, strong tonics, and absolutely no smoking or alcohol. I'm just following his advice and replacing alcohol with tea."

"We're cadres within the system, you know. Do you understand the Eight-Point Regulation? We can't take a single needle or thread from the masses, and we certainly can't drink a drop of Wusu beer from our fellow villagers. Anyone who dares to urge us to drink today is committing a serious line error."

This absurdly righteous statement completely stunned the few men from Northwest China who were about to come up for a drinking contest.

The tuition fee from last time absolutely cannot be wasted. As long as the ticket is paid and he is alive, Ling Ling Qi's dignity remains.

The next morning.

Old Zhou, facing the cool morning breeze, touched the neat and sturdy hard-seat ticket in his inner pocket through his coat, and boarded the green train with a peaceful expression.

The wheels rolled southward.

Ankang Farm, located on the southern slope of the Qinling Mountains.

He was greeted at the door by Geggebu, who was several shades darker than usual.

The originally translucent pink bio-paraffin body, after being exposed to the scorching sun of the Qinba Mountains, turned into a glossy honey color.

Even when welcoming leaders, this big guy was still carrying a plastic insulated box in his arms.

Sing Sing curiously leaned over to peek.

Good heavens, the box was full of fluffy, chirping newly hatched chicks.

The farm has doubled in size, with rows of chicken coops stretching down the mountainside as far as the eye can see.

Geggebu squatted in the incubator room, acting as a human-shaped incubator. The hatched seedlings were uniform and strong, with a survival rate far exceeding that of electric incubators.

Wax figures incubating eggs—a unique practice in China.

Just as I was reminiscing, a small figure wearing oversized work clothes ran over.

It's Baobao!

His emotions seem much more stable now, except that his face turns bright red when he runs.

This sight terrified Sing Sing, who was afraid that looking at it for even a second would cause him to explode.

"Brother! Our company is now an import/export enterprise!"

Import and export?

"Imports and exports? Your chickens have sprouted wings and flown abroad?"

After asking him in detail, Old Zhou finally understood.

Baobao didn't dare to use his destructive self-destruct power directly, but he was exceptionally sensitive to the Quake of an explosion.

A while ago, he applied for special approval from the bureau for a training course called "Art Is Explosion".

The instructor, Jade-Faced Grenade King, personally visited the breeding farm and provided Baobao with a week of professional training.

The student, Bao Bao, quickly mastered the Baobao and, after obtaining the blasting permit, carried out seventeen blasts in a row, managing to blast out an egg-transporting tunnel.

Feed enters through the east entrance, and chickens exit through the west entrance—isn't that import and export?

"Brother, I want to sell my hard-boiled Nick Fury in United States. What are the export procedures? Can you give me some advice?"

Goodness, they're even thinking about international business now!

If it really works out, the shelves across the ocean will be filled with Ankang Nick Fury —a scene Lao Zhou never dared to imagine.

The train changed its route to the Central Plains.

On the Yellow River floodplains in Zhengzhou, the Li Hongqi of the Deep Abyss Assault Team fluttered in the wind.

Harry Kane, dressed in bright yellow overalls, spoke fluent Henan dialect even more fluently than when we first met, pointing to the Yellow River embankment beneath his feet and talking incessantly.

The South-to-North Water Diversion Project's central route crosses the Yellow River, and the complex environment is enough to make one's scalp crawl.

The high-pressure, high-turbidity underground river, which is inaccessible to ordinary people, has now become Harry's daily patrol route after meals.

That evening, at the water conservancy command headquarters' canteen.

Sing Sing clinked large bottles of ice-cold cola with a group of engineers, making a loud bang, but didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

He would never dare to touch a single drop of alcohol in front of his old friend, even if you beat him to death.

Last time, Harry used a physical cheat to knock me out and make me miss my train. I'll learn my lesson from this once.

That night, Old Zhou managed to hold his ground only by drinking carbonated beverages until he was hiccuping uncontrollably.

The southwestern Guizhou region is characterized by its towering mountains.

In the underground pipe jacking construction section in the southern suburbs of Guiyang, Old Zhou met Lao Mo amidst the mud.

The Tiankeng Village project was just completed last month, and the acceptance results were excellent.

Lao Mo and the Sand Rat have now become the perfect duo for geological dredging throughout the entire southwest region.

One used mucus and strong limbs to build temporary support, while the other precisely excavated diversion channels along underground rock fissures. No one on the construction site dared to challenge their abilities.

Even after the Tiankeng Village project ended, Lao Mo would still go back to visit from time to time.

He received treatment in Tiankeng Village comparable to that of a top celebrity, and the villagers called him Golden Toad all the time.

If a family wants to have a good meal, they must invite Grandpa Golden Toad to take the seat of honor; they're practically ready to build a temple for him and burn incense for him.

"Lao Mo, where did that Sand Rat run off to?"

"They're in the warehouse. I've been inside for a whole afternoon, and I haven't seen a trace of them."

Following the sound, Old Zhou tiptoed into the warehouse.

The Sand Rat was squatting in front of an old wooden table, with a tin biscuit box in front of it.

The box was neatly stacked with nearly six months' worth of highway toll receipts and various invoices and vouchers, with the four corners pressed flat.

"Oh my goodness, Director Zhou, what brings you here so suddenly?"

The Sand Rat was so startled it nearly knocked over its water glass, and hurriedly used its sleeve to cover the pile of receipts.

Sing Sing leaned forward and glanced at it.

"Fifty yuan? What kind of excuse is that? 'Going out to buy cigarettes'? You think you can get reimbursed for buying cigarettes? There's no way the finance department would approve it!"

The Sand Rat shrank its neck and chuckled sheepishly, "I... I don't know the rules..."

Sing Sing, exasperated, grabbed a pen and, with a flourish, added a line to the "reason" column of a new expense report:

Emergency advance payment for procurement costs of disaster relief supplies

"See that? That's called having a legitimate reason to fight!"

Old Zhou threw down his pen and patted the Sand Rat on the shoulder.

"You still have a lot to learn about the art of budgeting! Next time you treat me to dinner, remember to bring office supplies."

The final leg of the journey took place on the coast.

The fierce winds of the Qiongzhou Strait swept up salty water vapor, and the tens of thousands of tons of immersed tunnels rose and fell in the waves.

The Polaris hovered beside the cantilever of a gantry crane tens of meters high, its dark green hair flying wildly in the sea breeze.

She raised her hand and gestured, and an invisible magnetic field pulled the tens of tons of load-bearing steel structure into the designated base without any deviation, drawing cheers from the ground command center.

On the other side, next to the mixing plant, Soft Serve, under the scorching sun, pressed his palm against a large, newly set concrete structure.

Pure mineral water-flavored ice cream (actually just large blocks of ice) continuously solidifies out of thin air, carrying away the deadly heat released by the chemical reaction of the concrete and preventing the structure from cracking.

After half an hour of hard work, Polaris landed on the ground, took off his safety helmet, and walked over.

"I see pictures of you showing off everywhere in the group every day. You've traveled all the way from the Northwest to here. Are you here to inspect the project or just to freeload?"

"You young comrade, your ideological awareness is lacking! What I'm doing is conducting formal research at the grassroots level! I have attendance records, okay!"

"(ˉ▽￣~) Tch~"

With a flick of her long, dark green hair, she turned and walked away, her back seemingly saying, "Don't bother me."

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A sudden chill swept over him, and Sing Sing rubbed the back of his head.

What's wrong with this girl?

He came all this way to see her, and the moment they met he started arguing. Is he on fire?

His arrogant and haughty temper is getting stronger and stronger.

Xiao Ruan also came over at this moment, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

"What's wrong with her? What did I do to offend her? She gives me the cold shoulder the moment we meet. Do I owe her money?" Sing Sing muttered in a low voice.

"You wouldn't believe it! When my sister heard you were coming, she went to the fishermen last night and ordered a huge amount of the freshest seafood! She's just so shy."

At the temporary rest stop, a long table was laden with a hearty meal.

Steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, glistening salt and pepper prawns, steamed grouper, and salt-baked crab the size of half a palm—the table was piled high with food.

There were also two large stainless steel basins next to it, filled with chilled sea snails.

Xiao Ruan brought over a tub of pale purple blueberry ice cream. "Brother Zhou, try this. My sister told me to add low-sugar nutritional powder, saying you've been working too hard on projects lately and are prone to feeling weak, so you need to replenish your energy."

Polaris, who was using tongs to crack the crab's shell, paused, and the tongs in his hand crushed the crab's leg.

"Don't listen to her nonsense! Who cares if it's true or not!"

Polaris glared at Xiao Ruan and threw the shattered crab leg into the plate.

In fact, Sing Sing Chow didn't listen to what the two of them were saying at all.

This guy was already using both hands, grabbing a prawn with his left hand and stuffing it into his mouth, while using his right hand to grab the meat off the grouper with chopsticks.

His mouth was dripping with oil, and his eating manners were extremely ferocious.

"Slow down your eating, you idiot! Haven't you ever eaten before?!" Polaris was furious.

"Smack smack..."

Sing Sing mumbled indistinctly, "Mmm! This shrimp is amazing! It smells so good! Is there any more? Bring another plate!"

Tsundere?

It does not exist.

Faced with the crucial matter of filling his stomach, Ling Ling Qi only had eyes for the bowl of seafood in front of him.

This is free food and drinks, no money required! They're making a killing!