Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 257 Chapter 256 Handover

After a morning of natural air drying, the office tables and chairs are completely dry.

It was already past meal time when Tang Zhitong returned to the Escort Department, and he sat in the empty office and made up for a lunch.

As soon as he swallowed his last mouthful and before the lunch box was packed away, Fangyuan walked into the office to look for Tang Zhitong: "Euclidean, you are so humble, why don't you make a cupboard together?"

"I'll go to school in a few days. I don't want to be extravagant and wasteful." Tang Zhitong certainly couldn't say that the size couldn't exceed the square radius, so he could only make up other decent reasons. As he spoke, he stood up, pulled a chair for Fang Yuan, and pulled his own chair out from behind the desk. But if you couldn't sit firmly behind the desk, you would have to receive your subordinates.

"Okay. I'll have someone help you put it away later." Fangyuan pulled up a chair, sat down, and explained the work to Tang Zhitong: "I'll give you the salary list later, and I'll write a letter of certification. I'll take you to the Municipal Bureau early tomorrow morning to collect your salary, and I've already said hello to the Finance Department of the Municipal Bureau."

"Okay, I will definitely take care of it." Tang Zhitong then sat down and nodded assuring.

"If you don't know anything about work, you can ask me. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. I'll guide you." Fangyuan was a heavy smoker, so he took out one and gave one to Tang Zhitong.

"Brother Yuan, don't worry. I will work hard and not cause trouble." Tang Zhitong took out a match and lit a cigarette. Although Fangyuan's salary was high, the cigarettes were mediocre. The combat card cost two cents a box.

"As a financial person, you need to have an abacus. There are no clothes hooks, wash basins, or thermos bottles in the office. By the way, there is also a newspaper rack. I'll ask the logistics department to buy it for you later. I'll give it to you by the way. Order a newspaper." Fangyuan was very satisfied with Tang Zhitong's statement and began to think about what the office lacked for him.

"Thank you, Brother Yuan. I don't need the abacus. I have one at home. I'll bring it over tomorrow so I can take advantage of it." Tang Zhitong came out of the lumber factory. He thought the abacus was in the way and had already thrown it into the space. It was not convenient to take it out now, so he could only make excuses. Said at home.

"That's okay. If you are lacking in work in the future, just tell the logistics department directly. It's all work needs, don't be embarrassed." Fangyuan pointed out.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong nodded and agreed. Fangyuan's implication was obvious. There was no need to spend his own money on work.

This point is very clear to Fangyuan. We don’t take advantage of the public, and we don’t bring things from work to home. But if we have a large family, we won’t use personal things to subsidize the work.

"Let's go, go to my office first, and write the certification letter and so on while you have free time in the afternoon." After Fangyuan finished explaining what he had to explain, he got up, smoked a cigarette and walked out.

Tang Zhitong stood up and followed behind him. Their offices were adjacent to each other, and they were only about ten steps away.

"You write the certification letter yourself first, and I'll go to the logistics department." Fangyuan opened the door, let Tang Zhitong in, and turned around to go to the logistics department.

Tang Zhitong knew that Fangyuan was helping him arrange the placement of his office, so he didn't ask or stop him. He grabbed the paper with ease and wrote a letter of certification on Fangyuan's desk.

As soon as the letter of certification was finished, Fangyuan came back from the logistics department, pulled out two large pieces of paper from the side, and told Tang Zhitong: "Euclidean, write two more notices, one about your appointment, and the other about 'salary collection office' , it was posted outside the door of the financial department for a while.”

"Okay." Tang Zhitong took out Fangyuan's inkstone, poured some water on it, and began to grind the ink. Fangyuan didn't know much about literacy, but he had plenty of office supplies.

"Brother Yuan, do you need to practice your calligraphy?" Tang Zhitong suggested sincerely while sharpening his ink.

"What kind of calligraphy are you practicing? Don't you have a seal?" Fang Yuan said nonchalantly.

"There are few places to use it now. After we raise the specifications here, you will need to sign more often. You can't just use a seal to sign opinions, make payments, etc., right?" Although Tang Zhitong didn't know Director-level officials will be exposed to a lot of things, but that doesn't stop him from hearing a lot. There is a joke that a leader is good at at least four words, "agree" and his own name.

"Hey, you kid, what you say really makes sense. I think your writing is pretty good. Write a few for me and I'll practice accordingly." Fang Yuan touched his hair, as if he remembered something. The suggestion was accepted.

"Hey, forget about my handwriting. I can't use it. I'll bring a copybook tomorrow for your reference." Upon hearing this, Tang Zhitong waved his hands quickly. His handwriting was indeed not very good, at best it was neat.

No matter in this life or in the previous life, there is no opportunity to practice calligraphy specifically. I'm not busy with work right now, so I just want to practice calligraphy with a square circle.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then. You tell me how much it will cost and I'll give it to you." Fang Yuan readily agreed.

"Hey, there's no need to spend money. I have it at home. I'll bring it over tomorrow and we can use it together. You can just pay me back after you practice." Tang Zhitong naturally refused to accept the money, but this was not a lie.

Tang Zhitong does have copybooks at home, which Xiao Wang brought from her parents’ home. According to her, they were copied when she practiced calligraphy a few years ago.

Xiao Wang’s classmate also urged Tang Zhitong several times after getting married, asking him to practice calligraphy. However, as a newlywed, how can practicing calligraphy be as comfortable as practicing push-ups? I'm surprised I haven't used the copybook.

"That's a good relationship, and it helped me save a lot of money." Fangyuan happily agreed. He now regarded Tang Zhitong as one of his own wholeheartedly.

Tang Zhitong wrote the notice, waited for it to dry and stamped it, and then walked out of Fangyuan's office with the account book and notice handed over.

In just a short time, there were already a lot of things in the finance office, including coat hooks, newspaper racks, washbasins, thermos bottles, pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Chief Tang, are you going to post a notice? You're busy, I'll do it." The young man was about to come out of the financial department when he saw Tang Zhitong holding a notice and said enthusiastically.

"Sorry to trouble you." Tang Zhitong nodded. Although he couldn't recognize the young man's name, he looked familiar. He was a member of the logistics department and looked to be about the same age as himself.

"No trouble, no trouble." The young man took the notice and ran away.

After a while, the young man came over with a bottle of paste and pasted the two notices on the wall outside the financial department door. He even knocked on the door to tell Tang Zhitong that they had been posted.

This behavior made Tang Zhitong look at him highly. He was very good at getting things done, and the things he told him were well settled and echoed. This behavior did not look like someone who had changed jobs, but rather like he had taken over from an old employee.

Master Qiao returned to the lumber factory this morning. In fact, he not only brought wood wax oil, but also brought several locks. He waxed the tables and chairs, screwed the lock nose and other things, and put the locked keys in the drawer.

After Tang Zhitong put away his things, he looked at the lock in the drawer, and then thought about the notice posted outside the door. In fact, there is no shortage of smart people in the world, and there is no shortage of people who can do things. What they lack is just opportunities.

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