"I'll report to the general manager tomorrow and get a new batch of computers.”
Although he was complaining, he still had to solve the problem at hand.
Wang Fugui sat in front of the surveillance camera and thought silently for a long time. Gradually, some vague ideas formed in his mind.
Another security guard came forward and said," Manager Wang, I actually noticed the strange phenomenon in Room 3 when I watched the surveillance footage this morning. I was about to tell you about it, but you looked like you were in a hurry and didn't give me time at all. You can't blame me.”
Wang Fugui's expression turned even uglier.
"Motherf * cker, you bunch of b * stards, you push the blame on me when something goes wrong. All of you are trying to get rid of yourselves. I am a leader, not a scapegoat.”
"I played mahjong until two in the morning yesterday so that I could go back to the office to sleep after I was done. How could I not be anxious?”
Unfortunately, this resentment could only remain in his heart.
The most important thing now was to think of a way to turn this matter around as soon as possible.
Wang Fugui closed his eyes in front of the surveillance camera and continued to think for a while. He then told the security guard to watch his mouth and not talk nonsense before rushing back to his office.
He found their resumes in the folder on the table again.
" Zuo Xiaohan, 20 years old, Han, orphan, graduated from Tuanshan Water Conservancy and Electricity College, computer science major, college degree…"
If it weren't for Zuo Xiaohan's outstanding appearance, this resume would not have left any impression on anyone.
It could be said to be ordinary.
However, it was different now. After Old Zhou's reminder, the ordinary Zuo Xiaohan had a new label of 'special talent' above her head.
"If that's the case, it's not impossible to recruit him. He can be in charge of the morgue business with Old Zhou and Old Qin.”
However, the position in the funeral parlor was fixed every year. Every carrot was a pit. If one more person was hired, one more person would have to leave. This involved a problem of cost accounting.
With one more person receiving their salary, they would have to receive one less share when it was their turn to receive the bonus at the end of each year.
Every industry had its own default rules.
This year, the funeral parlor was only recruiting three people. If they added one more person at the last minute, they would have to report to the general manager.
Wang Fugui stroked his loose hairline and took out the resumes of the other three people who had been accepted.
Wang Peipei, the daughter of the District Civil Affairs Bureau's accountant Wang.
Although her mother was just an ordinary accountant in the Civil Affairs Bureau, the position of an accountant was very special. If you didn't have a good relationship with the leader, who would let you be an accountant?
The funeral parlor was a subordinate unit of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Since they had agreed last night, it was best not to change their minds.
Moreover, the 1000 yuan he won from playing mahjong had already gone into his own pocket.
Wang Fugui's gaze fell on the remaining two people.
Yang Le was the son of Deputy Director Yang of the City Construction Bureau. He heard that his father might be promoted to deputy director this year. This quota was the first to be confirmed and could not be changed.
Hu Yi was the son of the owner of a certain decoration company. His brother-in-law's wedding house was renovated by his family's company. After hearing that Wang Fugui was involved, his father made the decision and exempted him from paying 20,000 yuan for the project.
Ten thousand of them had already landed in Wang Fugui's wife's pocket.
With his wife's personality, she would have spent all her money on bags.
"Sigh! It's too difficult for me. Who's talking about the leader sitting in the office all day with air conditioning and a high salary? See if I don't give him a good beating in front of him.”
This leader was really not easy to be.
Especially since there was a general manager above and a deputy manager next door.
Wang Fugui combed his hair and decided to play it safe and report it to the higher-ups.
He would try to apply for one more spot.
As long as he could get through to the general manager, it was not impossible.
After all, look, the morgue is full of corpses.
It was a special case!
Since he had made up his mind, Wang Fugui pulled out Zuo Xiaohan's resume and took out his phone to call him.
At this time, Zuo Xiaohan and Chen Jiao had already boarded the bus back to school.
It happened to be around nine in the morning. The rush hour had just passed, and there was a lot of traffic on the bus.
The funeral parlor was located in the western suburbs of Tuanshan City. It was the third last stop on this line. Even so, when they got on the bus, they did not get a single seat. They could only stand by the window.
The bus continued to drive towards the city center.
At every stop, seven or eight people would rush up. They could only get on the bus, but no one got off. In a short while, the narrow space in the bus was squeezed into three layers.
Looking left and right, it was a black mass of human heads.
Unfortunately, there was no air conditioning in the car.
There were all kinds of people huddled together. The sound of wheels bumping, the honking of horns outside the car, the ringing of cell phones, the sound of discussions, and the grumbling of shoving.
In addition, there was the stench of sweat, fart, the strong perfume that came from a certain someone's body from time to time, and the strange stench that came from outside when they passed by the farmer's market.
The sounds and smells intertwined passionately, forming a lifelike scene of the life of a small citizen.
Such a scene was almost impossible to see in 2020.
Zuo Xiaohan was a poor child from the countryside in her previous life. She did not hate such an environment. Instead, she felt a little familiar with it. However, the others in the car did not think so.
Anyone who stayed in such an environment for a long time would not be in a good mood.
With the slightest movement, his temper would pop out.
As soon as the bus entered the city center, a commotion broke out near the back door.
"Damn it, do you still have any shame? Who touched my butt just now?”
Everyone in the car looked towards the source of the argument.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。