Chapter 12

"That, Mr. Fan—" Master Feng stopped Fan Wubing who was about to go out.

Fan Wubing stopped immediately when he heard the words, looked back at Master Feng who followed him, and asked a little strangely, "What's the matter, Master Feng?"

Master Feng came over, scratched his hair, and asked with some embarrassment, "Mr. Fan, this month's salary should be paid the day after tomorrow, but the accountant said that the money has not arrived yet, so I just want to ask, is there any money?" What's the problem?"

Salary hasn't arrived yet? Fan Wubing was taken aback when he heard the words, he really didn't know much about this matter.

Since it has not yet started to operate normally, the three brothers of the Wang family have been handling the wages of the clothing factory for the past few months. Usually, it is a regular payment to the account of the clothing factory every month. A disease-free industry does not draw out so many rules and regulations to ask for trouble.

But why hasn't it arrived yet? According to the usual rules, the funds will be credited to the account one week in advance, and then the accountant will make a table according to the salary standard. After the approval of the two masters, the financial seal and private seal of Versace Clothing Co., Ltd. will be affixed, and finally Fan Wubing will sign. It can be sent to the hands of workers.

"Haven't received the money today? Well, I know about it, I'll ask later." Fan Wubing nodded to Master Feng, indicating that he knew about it, seeing that Master Feng seemed a little distraught He smiled and comforted him, "It's nothing serious. It's probably because the person in charge of the business forgot to pay the money. Don't worry. Our company is currently in a rising period of business, and the funds are quite sufficient. Master Feng, you can rest assured that the wages of the workers are in arrears!"

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

Fan Wubing thought for a while, and told Master Feng, "Well, no matter what happened there, I will definitely explain it to the past, so that the person in charge must call the salary in the afternoon. How about explaining it to the accountants and the workers too?"

"This is the best!" Master Feng nodded again and again, "It's not what I think, it's because the workers are a little bit impatient after hearing about it. Mr. Fan, you know, this With food in hand, don’t panic in your heart. I heard that there may be a problem with wages. There are not many people who can calm down and work hard! So I’m thinking about it, it’s better to tell you first .”

Fan Wubing listened to Master Feng's words, and kept nodding his head, "Master Feng, you are doing the right thing. This is the attitude of being responsible to the boss and the workers. I really have to go and ask about this matter. Okay, Then I'll go first, and I'll call the salary in the afternoon no matter what!"

"Okay, okay—" Master Feng waved goodbye to Fan Wubing repeatedly with a smile on his face.

After leaving the garment factory, Fan Wubing was full of suspicions. The pig farm business of the three brothers has been doing very well. It can be said that they are Fan Wubing's cash cows. Why did they forget to pay the garment factory?

After thinking about it, Fan Wubing returned home and was rushing for lunch. Originally, Zhang Mei thought he had gone somewhere, so she deliberately left his share of rice in the pot to heat it up. Seeing that he finally ran away When I came back, I took it out.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs! I like it!" As soon as he smelled the aroma in the pot, Fan Wubing suddenly lifted his spirits, his eyes glowed green, and he ran to his mother Zhang Mei in a few moments, and took his job. over here.

Now Fan Wubing is already five years old. Although his body is not too young, after all, his age is here and his consumption is not much. Even if it is because of his practice, he eats more than his peers. Not half of an adult, when he saw that there were five spare ribs in the bowl, he knew that there must be more than enough rice for today.

"Eat slowly, looking at you, you really feel a bit refined—" Fan Heng was eating slowly,

Seeing Fan Wubing's ferocious eating appearance like a starved ghost reincarnated, he couldn't help frowning and criticizing lightly.

Fan Ting and Fan Kang immediately laughed when they heard the words, but then they also started an arduous struggle against the sweet and sour pork ribs. It seems that they will never give up until they are wiped out.

Fan Wubing stuffed a spare rib into his mouth, only to see his cheek grunt a few times, and a smooth bone spit out like that, without even a trace of oil, it was really clean.

Seeing the children eating vigorously, Zhang Mei felt very happy, "Eat more, there is still in the pot! They are all growing up, and the nutrition can keep up with it! If I knew you like it so much, I would eat it every day." I have made two more meals in a week!"

Fan Wubing had already killed three pieces of pork ribs while he was talking, and he was taking a mouthful of rice to fill it up. After hearing what his mother said, he swallowed the rice immediately, and then announced loudly, "I agree with both hands and feet, Strongly support my mother's wise decision!"

"Two more meals a week, isn't that three meals?" Fan Kang whispered to his sister Fan Ting while gnawing on the ribs, "Will eating ribs three times a week make our family poor?"

"I don't know, probably not—" Elder sister Fan Ting is also not sure, but she guessed that her parents are relatively high-ranking cadres. If they have to worry about eating pork ribs three times a week, it is really true. A very worrying thing.

Fan Heng heard the children's conversation, and couldn't help laughing, "It's not enough to be poor. I used to eat less meat, and the main reason was the lack of meat supply. In the recent stage, the state encourages the development of the breeding industry, and this situation has improved a lot. Seeing that Fan Wubing was eating hard, he felt touched, and then continued, "But the situation in our Panshi City is obviously better than other places. Today we can eat ribs to our heart's content, and you are among them." Little brother Fan Wubing's contribution is in it!"

"What's the matter with me? Aren't they all ribs made by my mother?" Fan Wubing asked curiously, wiping his lips.

Zhang Mei said with a smile, "Of course it's your fault. The ribs we eat now come from your spring pig farm."

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

Since the pig farm became profitable, he has withdrawn some money from the monthly profit and handed it over to his parents for expenses. Therefore, the financial conditions of the Fan family are quite good, and the food has naturally improved several levels. In terms of clothing, I also have my own clothing factory, so I don't have to go to the street to find a tailor to do it.

However, he overlooked one point. Sometimes, if you have money, you may not be able to buy what you want. For example, the pork produced by Chunguangcan is quite in short supply.

Thinking of this, he immediately waved a bone and announced, "From now on, I will pay for all the pork our family eats!"