Catch a cold

  Zhao Renshun took out several large files and put them on the table, smiling all over his face: "Director Zou, the financial and logistical materials are all here. Also, there are a few reimbursement forms with incorrect formats that Director Huang has already signed, I'll redo them immediately."

  Zou Gang smiled and said: "I haven't done this kind of work before, how about this? You come to instruct me, let me fill out the forms, so as not to trouble you again in the future."

  Zhao Renshun was taken aback at first, then smiled. This is for the best. If there's a problem with those accounts, it'll be easier to explain. "Right, I don't know why I didn't think of that. You can fill them out then. It's simple, I'll just tell you twice and you'll get it done."

  He opened the drawer, took out a few invoices and handed them to Zou Gang. He then picked up the book "Summary of Document Work" and pulled out an expense report form from it. "Look, this is the sample form I filled in. You just need to fill it in according to what's on top. Be careful not to get the date or the person filling it in wrong."

  "It's okay, I won't mess it up." Zou Gang said with a smile, picked up a pen and the receipt, thought for a moment, then put down the pen, as if suddenly remembering something. "I forgot, just now the director asked me to take these materials to his office."

  As he spoke, he picked up those so-called incorrectly filled-out expense reports, hugged a few files and walked out.

  Zhao Renshun was taken aback, his face changed greatly, "You... wait a minute."

  He wanted to take out those few expense reports first and talk about it later. If not, he would just not report those expenses and think of another way to get them from somewhere else later.

  However, Zou Gang seemed to have not heard his words and rushed out of the office with a stack of documents. By the time he caught up, Zou Gang had already knocked on the door and entered Han Dong's office.

  Zhao Renshun's heart sank, he stomped his foot and turned to find Huang Song, pushing open the door and rushing in, saying urgently: "Director Huang..."

  "What's wrong?" Huang Song put down his feet on the office desk and scowled.

  Zhao Renshun suddenly came to his senses and explained: "Director Huang, it's like this. Just now... Director Han just asked me to hand over the financial and logistical work to Zou Gang."

  Huang Song was taken aback, "What's going on? Why didn't I know?" Normally, when adjusting the division of labor for office directors, Han Dong should have at least informed him.

  Zhao Renshun said: "Who knows? I'm afraid Director Han doesn't like me, he knows I'm your man, so he wants to deal with you."

  "What are you talking about? You're all over the place!"

  Zhao Renshun said worriedly: "But Director Huang, those few accounts have not been settled yet..."

  Huang Song suddenly stood up and stared at him: "Didn't I tell you to do it well earlier? What did you do?"

  Zhao Renshun lowered his head and said in a humble tone: "Aren't you busy these two days? I..."

  "Alright, you can go now."

  Huang Song waved his hand in disgust, plopped himself down, picked up the pen on the table and began to scribble fiercely on the newspaper, tearing it into strips as he muttered curses under his breath.

  Zhao Renshun walked back with his head bowed and eyes down, closing the door behind him. He was worried in his heart, but on his face, he pretended as if nothing had happened.

  Huang Song vented his anger in the office, thought for a moment, made a phone call with a gloomy face, and then walked into Han Dong's office with a water cup, a smile restored on his face.

  "Huang Ju has arrived, take a seat." Han Dong said with a smile, pulling out a cigarette and tossing one over.

  Huang Song took a look and saw that it was Chinese, hehe smiled and said: "Still, the cigarettes smoked by Director Han are good." He took out his lighter and lit it with a pop, took a nice drag, and then said: "Director Han, you've just arrived, right? Tonight, let's get the office to arrange something, everyone will go out for dinner, to welcome you and wash away the dust."

  Han Dong waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's not about one meal."

  Huang Song smiled and said, "It's only right, everyone also wants to take this opportunity to get closer to Director Han."

  Han Dong thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "Alright then, let's keep it simple."

  "En, then I'll go arrange it."

  Huang Song walked out while smoking.

  As he watched his figure disappear, Han Dong smiled faintly. This kid was indeed able to endure. Earlier, he had clearly seen Zhao Ren Shun go over to find him, but he still maintained an air of not knowing anything, and his smile looked so natural.

  After talking to Liu Cuifen, Han Dong knew that the deputy director of the office, Zou Gang, was being suppressed by Huang Song all along. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been Zhao Ren's turn to be the director. He brought Zou Gang over for a chat and slightly revealed his intentions, and Zou Gang expressed his loyalty. Zou Gang was also clever and directly went to fetch the financial and logistical documents, finding several receipts involving Huang Song, with an amount of over 9,000 yuan. If investigated, both Huang Song and Zhao Ren would be held accountable.

  But for the time being, Han Dong doesn't want to make a move on them. If Huang Song knows what's good for him and cooperates with his work, then he'll let it go for now. Holding onto the bomb is more intimidating than letting it go.

  Huang Song's actions just now seemed like an olive branch being sent over, so Han Dong decided to observe for a while before making any decisions.

  Around six o'clock, Huang Song and Ge Wengu came over to call Han Dong, saying that everyone was waiting. Seeing the smile on Huang Song's face, Han Dong felt amused in his heart, thinking that coming with Ge Wengu could explain something?

  "Director Han."

  "Huang Ju."

  "Director Ge."

  Three people went downstairs, and the waiting crowd waved greetings.

  These people are all middle-level cadres in the bureau, and most of them are Huang Song's men. You can tell from the way they greet each other.

  Han Dong smiled and ignored them, turning his head to ask Huang Song: "How are we going to get past?"

  Although Zhao Renshun and Zou Gang were both beside him, Han Dong deliberately didn't ask them.

  Huang Song was stifling his anger, but a smile appeared on his face as he said, "There's a Jeep at the bureau. We can take that and they can walk there themselves."

  Ge Wengu stood silently on one side, with a Zhonghua cigarette given by Han Dong in his mouth. Although only the last butt was left, he didn't throw it away.

  Han Dong glanced at everyone and said, "Since there aren't enough cars, then let's just not use cars."

  Huang Song was taken aback, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go then, it's not far." But in his heart, he was furious. Since he asked, and didn't take the car, wasn't he just trying to get rid of him? A hint of resentment flashed across his eyes. He then excused himself to talk to a department head next to him, ignoring Han Dong.

  Out of the statistics bureau, after walking hundreds of meters, they arrived at a restaurant called Baiweiyuan that Zhao Renshun had booked.

  "Haha, welcome Director Huang, you've brought everyone here for a big meal again today." The chubby owner of Baiweiyuan laughed and shook hands with Huang Song, apparently they were quite familiar.

  Huang Song's face was full of smiles as he said sorry to trouble Boss Tang, but didn't introduce Han Dong, seemingly treating him like the leader of this group. He was secretly holding back his anger and intentionally provoking Han Dong.

  Ge Wengu, who had been silent all along, slightly furrowed his brow and said: "Boss Tang, today we're here to entertain Director Han, so your dishes should be made with care."

  Huang Song burst out laughing, as if he had just remembered something, and introduced Han Dong to the old boss again. Boss Tang was slightly surprised to see that Han Dong looked so young, yet was a high-ranking official, and hurriedly stepped forward with his hand extended, his chubby face shaking with laughter. "Ah, Director Han is indeed young and promising! In the future, you must take good care of our humble shop's business."

  Han Dong smiled and shook hands with him, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then walked into the private room under the crowd's escort. He naturally took the lead and sat at the top, Huang Song and Ge Wenguang sat on either side of him, and everyone else also sat down around the table.

  Plump Tang boss followed and asked: "Leaders, are we serving dishes now?"

  Before Han Dong could respond, Huang Song nodded and said: "Alright, let's hurry up."

  Han Dong furrowed his brow slightly, this kid seemed to want to fight with him.