"There was a reason why professional matters should be left to professionals."
The people sent down by The Department took only a short time to seize control of multiple departments, including finance, sales, and warehousing, and seal the relevant accounts. So many people were left unable to react, like a ten-foot-tall monk unable to touch his own head.
But Guan Liang had caught on.
As the former "factory director's chief secretary," Guan Liang knew that this was an investigation team sent down from above. Things had blown up.
Originally, they had gritted their teeth and plugged part of the holes the previous night, allowing the main factory to resume normal operations. But now the higher-ups refused to let the matter rest and had begun an official investigation. What were they supposed to do?
The worst thing about this sort of matter was an investigation from the top down. They could clamp their teeth onto even a flaw as small as a nail and refuse to let go. Besides, how could they possibly plug every hole in a single night?
Just the more than one million yuan they had scraped together last night to pay wages and distribute benefits had mostly come from Guan Liang. The others had pinched pennies, bickered, and grudgingly added a little loose change, barely enough to tide them over.
Guan Liang had eaten the largest share and had plenty of money on hand. Coughing up four or five hundred thousand only made his flesh ache. The others had merely drunk a little soup in ordinary times, yet they had spent lavishly over the past year. How could they cough it back up?
Spit up yellow bile?
What a joke. You made ten thousand yuan—would you still have ten thousand yuan several months later? You'd have already