A piece of paper

Chapter 20
If the bank note cannot be redeemed, it means that the red envelope cannot be issued, the payment for the goods cannot be paid, and the raw materials cannot be ordered...

In terms of personnel, finance, market, etc., it was a big blow to Chen Ji.

If it is normal, if you can't cash it, you can't cash it. She can still appreciate the appearance of the ancient large-value banknotes...

It happens at the end of the year!
Even in my dreams, I dream that she is playing mahjong. The first one is gold ingots, the other one is a lump of silver ingots, and the next one is collusion money.

She wandered among them, eating from all three families, and smelled of copper happily.

Xian Jin was so anxious that he anthropomorphized Qian, but he didn't show it on his face. He even played a set of Ba Duan Jin in the courtyard in the morning - one of the permitted activities for former patients with congenital heart disease.

When Guanshi Dong came with a breeze, he saw that Xian Jin was wearing a loose-breasted off-white coat, pure black old cloth shoes, and a dark brown wooden hairpin on his head. A steaming cup of tea.

Director Dong was stunned.

He seems to have seen the business firm next door, the old and energetic boss...

After experiencing such famous battles as empty glove thousands of taels and guild pen poking throat pipes, Director Dong expressed his tacit approval for Xian Jin to act as Chen Fu's deputy.

After seeing Xian Jin punching vigorously, this acquiescence soared to a high point in an instant.

"what happened?"

Xian Jin withdrew his fists, put his fists together at his waist, breathed out after sinking into his dantian.

more... more like...

Steward Dong shook his head violently, and said, "I went to the ticket office to ask, and I can withdraw it in advance, but based on Steward Zhu's credit..."

Consider a word.

In ancient times, bad credit was a catastrophe.

But I really can't find the words to ambiguous the past.

Director Dong then changed the subject, thinking it was enough, "The ticket office will charge us a monthly interest of nearly four o'clock."

Expected.

Hmm... just like in modern times, you originally deposited a fixed term in the bank, and you suddenly wanted to withdraw it, but the bank would not agree to it-who knows where the bank moved the money?It may be to buy oil in the Middle East, or it may face the loess and turn its back to the sky to mine Bitcoin in the virtual market.

Once your money enters the bank, it is not all your money.

I understand the truth, but... four points?
Xian Jin wanted to call the police.

In modern times, the conversion rate of the annual interest rate exceeds 20.00%, that is, the monthly interest rate is two points, which is considered usury and is not protected by law.

And here is the official ticket number, and the interest called out is four points.

Xian Jin cursed in his heart with a blank face, a **** lawless feudal dynasty!

1000 taels, the monthly interest is 40 taels.

It is not yet the first month, if they want to withdraw the cash now, they will lose 280 taels, and only get 720 taels.

However, the monthly profit of the Jingxian workshop is only 50 taels.

This is a loss of nearly [-]%!
Xian Jin picked up the gaiwan tea, and restrainedly took two sips.

Judging from the current situation of the workshop, do they really have the confidence to bear the inexplicable loss of 280 taels?

"Withdraw silver?"

Director Dong was anxious, "The ticket office closes on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month and opens on the [-]th of the first lunar month. We don't have much time left."

"Is Master Li Sanshun back?"

Xian Jin put down the tea bowl.

Director Dong nodded, "He's planning to come back tomorrow, but he's always wanted to greet the third master."

"Where's the third master?" Xian Jin frowned.

Director Dong was bored.

Well, it all goes without saying.

This love brain is either eating or drinking, or going to Lazard.

"Tie the third master..." Xian Jin swallowed the word "tied", "Invite the third master to the shop."

Xian Jin asked again, "Wine? Or tea?"

Director Dong did not understand.

Mrs. Qu got the eyes and ears, and she needs to practice for a few more years as the chief assistant.

Xian Jin asked patiently, "Master Li Sanshun likes to drink? Or does he like to drink tea?"

Director Dong thought for a while, "Let's have tea! A top paper maker can't drink too much alcohol. If you drink too much alcohol, your hands will shake, and it will be easy to be uneven when picking up paper."

He laughed again, "When I went to the shop yesterday, I saw several tea whisks, tea strainers, tea spoons, and tea spoons. Master Li is probably a master."

Well, although I can't be the chief assistant, I'm quite competent as the general manager's secretary.

Xian Jin nodded, thinking of the prevalence of tea art and elegant tea ordering in the Song Dynasty, he said, "Find an elegant tea house by the Tianhuang River, move two small red clay stoves, and prepare some salted peanuts and small yellow oranges. , red dates, prepare three boxes of cakes, take the tea treasured by the third master, and invite a master of tea and hundred operas. In the evening, set up Tianxianglou, prepare a table, and let everyone come."

"The account will be paid from the public."

The budget should be controlled within one or two dollars, 770 yuan?

In modern times, if you set up a stove by the river to make tea, you can't get a small one thousand, right?

"If you really overspend, write a receipt and go from the third master's private account." Xian Jin thought to himself, "When you make money, immediately return the money to the private account."

If an enterprise wants to grow bigger, it must not separate public and private accounts.

After she had the nth operation in her previous life, the financial sister of her father's company came to see her, and to make her laugh, she exaggeratedly said, "... guess what is the most outrageous account I have ever seen?"

"It's written in the account details, renting a house to the boss, Xiao Qing'er, for 300 yuan!"

"My mother! I ran away! I'm afraid that if I don't run again, the boss will go in first, and I will be next!"

She couldn't laugh.

Half a year later, I heard that the company had collapsed.

What a sad story.

After Dong Guanshi recounted it and left, Xian Jin changed into a coarse cloth short and hurried to the workshop, just in time to meet Chen Fu at the door.

"Didn't eat?"

Xian Jin shook his head.

Chen Fu held two oil-soaked paper bags in his hand and handed them to Xian Jin, "... Guess you didn't eat! Xiaodaoxiang's scallion-flavored pork buns are delicious!"

Xian Jin smiled, reached out to take it, and followed Chen Fu into the workshop.

The last time she came to the shop, she only looked at the account book in the outside shop and didn't go in.

Papermaking is said to be a thousand and ten thousand, and it is a pure handicraft.

It relies on the selection of raw materials and the skills of craftsmen.

She is a woman with a foreign surname, so it is not appropriate to go to the workshop alone, for fear that others will mistake her for stealing the teacher.

Following Chen Fu is justified.

The dog is in the workshop on Tuesday, and when the key is turned on, the smell of water vapor, heat and humidity, and the unique earthy smell of vegetation come out.

Several huge water vats, dozens of bamboo curtains, and stone troughs revealing the traces of the years... It was deserted inside. The few brothers surnamed Zheng I met in the Changqiao Clubhouse last time were sitting by the trough bored, talking There is a dog's tail grass in its mouth.

On Tuesday, the dog slapped one of them on the back, "Young Master is here!"

Several people hurriedly stood up, first saluted Chen Fu, and then bowed to Xian Jin.

Yo heh.

This bow is really real.

It's almost ninety degrees.

"At the end of the twelfth lunar month, there are few workers in the workshop, and Master Li has not come back, and the person at the helm is not there. The big guy didn't mean to be lazy." Tuesday Dog quickly explained.

Chen Fu waved his hand, "Don't mention it, it's winter and the New Year is approaching, who wants to work? Dogs don't want to work! If I didn't..."

Chen Fu glanced at Xianjin, "I'm still eating eight bowls in Xiaodaoxiang!"

To be honest, Xian Jin, who suffered from a congenital heart in his previous life, always thought that he had no chance to be a chicken baby.

Never thought that God treats her kindly!
In the next life, she was given a chance to be a painless chicken baby, oh no, chicken father!

Xian Jin was bored, "Go to the storeroom first."

What to do when money is tight?
Foreign debts can be recovered, bank loans can be issued, and bonds can be issued.

None of these.

Then they have one more way to go:
Clearance returns.

(End of this chapter)