In the morning, Vice President Wu stood at the door of the company building, Ye Qing walked in front, and Li Yan parked his car and followed.

"Ye Qing, the meal cooked for lunch yesterday was good!" Vice President Wu said with a hypocritical smile on his face.

"No, we haven't cooked anything and it's just a fool's errand."

"Don't be modest. If the cafeteria master has another day off, your warehouse will be responsible for cooking!" Vice President Wu turned around and walked in, as if he was standing at the door just to talk about this.

Ye Qing was so angry that he couldn't say anything. He clenched his small fist and waved it hard at his back.

"What's this! The warehouse has been transformed into a kitchen." Li Yan said.

When Ye Qing announced the matter to Pang Cong and Huan Huan in the warehouse office, Pang Cong raised his hands and said angrily: "I'll report it, report Mrs. Mei."

"Is Mrs. Mei the director of the machine shop on the third floor?" Li Yan asked.

"Yes, she is Vice President Wu's wife, Director Mei of the machine shop on the third floor, nicknamed Mrs. Mei."

Ye Qing asked: "What's wrong with Director Mei?"

"The matchmaker works alone and gets two wages. She works on the sewing machine when she has nothing to do, and then records it in the name of other workers. When the wages are paid, the other workers will secretly give her the extra money!" Pang Cong was filled with indignation.

"Don't she check the quality? Does she have so much time to work on the sewing machine?" Li Yan was a little puzzled.

Huanhuan said quickly: "She doesn't check the quality. The quality inspector in the workshop checks the quality. The quality inspector is very busy, so she doesn't care. She just does the work there."

"Is there any evidence?"

Pang Cong flashed his cell phone: "I have a recording to prove it. There was a power outage yesterday afternoon. I went to the male machinists' dormitory to talk about the mountains. Two machinists discussed this matter and said that Mrs. Mei was unjust and even asked for a fraction of thirty cents.

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Li Yan looked at Ye Qing, and saw that her brows were furrowed, her eyes were slightly open, and she was having an ideological struggle. Everyone knew that she was familiar with Director Mei, so it was difficult for her to take action personally.

Whether it was unbearable or not, Li Yan slapped the table: "I'll tell Mr. Zhang!"

Fat Cong was stunned: "Which Mr. Zhang?"

"Master Zhang, the boss's son, is my classmate."

"Oh Brother Li, you are my boss, I will hang out with you from now on!" Pang Cong cupped his fists and said, "Okay, I finally have a backbone."

Just do it, Li Yan immediately sent a message to Mr. Zhang: "I will report Director Mei to get two wages."

Zhang Shao replied in a second: "Yunzhongge Hotel 209 tonight."

Li Yan asked Pang Cong to send the recording over and listen to it first to see if it could be used as evidence.

There were three people chatting inside, Pang Cong and two mechanics. One of the mechanics said: "Last month, my salary included Mrs. Mei's 503 yuan. I gave her 500 yuan and she still didn't work."

Another machinist said: "Then you must give it to her. Her 600.5 yuan is included in my salary for April. It won't work if I don't give her 50 cents."

Fat Cong asked: "How many people are bringing money out for her?"

A machinist said: "A few people don't know, but she earns four to five thousand more every month. She always chooses the jobs she can do."

Li Yan took the recording and thought to himself, Director Mei, you are too arrogant. You rely on your husband to be the vice president of the company, and your boss does not come to the company often. You can hide the truth. Even if you are working on a sewing machine, the value you generate should belong to the company.

It was the hottest time of the year and they went to work at two o'clock in the afternoon. As usual, Li Yan and Ye Qing returned to the warehouse office to rest after lunch, turned on the air conditioner, and spread two single mats on the ground.

"It's better not to report Director Mei." Ye Qing lay on his side and said with a worried look on his face.

"Why? Do you want to plead for her?"

"No, I'm worried that you will be retaliated against. When their interests are touched, they will definitely attack you crazily. We can't fight. Let's just live a comfortable life for a few days. What do you think?"

After hearing these heartfelt words, Li Yan was quite moved, but he also found it very ridiculous. This was not like the Ye Qing of the past, how could he become so weak and completely lose his fighting spirit? The days ahead were still long, how could this be possible?

Li Yan pondered for a while: "But I have already told Mr. Zhang that I will report Director Mei. There is no turning back."

"I have an ominous premonition, please believe my premonition." Ye Qing covered his chest with his hands, his expression a little painful.

"Are you sick?" Li Yan also stretched out his hand, as if a doctor was holding a stethoscope.

Suddenly, with the sound of chaotic footsteps outside, the door of the warehouse was pushed twice. Li Yan retracted his hand, and Ye Qing covered himself with the towel next to him.

The window of the office was opened, and Pang Cong dragged his bulky body and jumped in: "Isn't there someone here? Ying Lian's teeth are reflected on the window sill, and the little buckle door has not been opened for a long time!"

Immediately afterwards, a red cloud also fell from the window. It turned out to be Huanhuan, wearing a red short skirt. Pang Cong followed up with two sentences: "The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot also jumped in."

Ye Qing pretended to sleep, and Li Yan straightened up: "Pang Cong, aren't you sleeping in the dormitory?"

"It's too hot in the dormitory and I can't sleep. The mechanics also went to the workshop on the third floor to find air conditioners."

"Yes, our female dormitory is also hot." Huanhuan stood under the air conditioner and let the wind from the air conditioner blow directly on her face. Suddenly she remembered Pang Cong's crooked poem just now, and hit him on the back with her small fist, "Who are you talking about?

Where’s the red apricot!”

Of course, Pang Cong didn't move at all: "Oh, it feels good. Come here a few more times."

"Bah! My hands are sweaty."

"Where should I sleep?" Pang Cong muttered, finding a piece of cloth and spreading it on the ground.

In the evening, Room 209, Yunzhongge Hotel, Mr. Zhang got off work early and sat in the private room waiting.

Li Yan was a little embarrassed: "Don't go to the hotel just because you have something to do. It's not worth it."

Zhang Shao smiled and said: "We are eating out at night anyway. If you don't invite me, you will have to invite others. As far as our relationship is concerned, why are you so polite?"

Li Yan doesn’t understand why rich people have so many social activities every day. It’s so nice to spend time with their wives and children at home. The roles are really different, and so are the lives. Mr. Zhang said that this kind of social life is very hard, and sometimes he needs to drink one cup at a time at the wine table.

, you have to drink even if you feel uncomfortable.

"You said you reported Director Mei, what happened?" Mr. Zhang asked.

Li Yan took out his mobile phone and sent the recording to him. After listening to it, Mr. Zhang sighed: "This is a management loophole in the company."

"I have worked for many companies, and in fact every company has management loopholes, but those like Director Mei are relatively rare."

Mr. Zhang nodded: "Yeah, thank you Yanzi. I will give the recording to my dad and let him handle it. Starting tomorrow, I will go to Winter City with my wife and children to escape the summer heat, which will last about a month."

"Why are you so polite?" Li Yan smiled, "Yes, the weather has been too hot recently, it must be cooler over there in Winter City."

"You have to cooperate well with Ye Qing during this period. If there are any special circumstances, wait until I come back."
Chapter completed!