Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1242 595: Xu Nuo (Part 10)

Under normal circumstances, Qin Huai should wait until this meal is finished, then go home and lie on the sofa, prepare fruit, drinks, and cheese sticks for himself, while eating and reviewing the memory related to Wang Gen Sheng in his mind, organize his thoughts thoroughly, then click [A Piece of Wang Gen Sheng's Memory] to start watching.

This process appears cumbersome, but it is actually very necessary, because Qin Huai rarely finishes watching memories in a short time like he did with Zhao Cheng'an's memories, where the intervals are as short as rushing for time.

Qin Huai's memory isn't that good; if he doesn't review, he easily forgets the beginning after watching the later parts, just like many novel authors who have written millions of words but forget the foreshadowing set up at the beginning.

But this time, Qin Huai doesn't want to wait.

Even though he wasn't in a hurry when dealing with Wang Gen Sheng's task, once he got the memory, he didn't want to wait for a second.

He just wants to watch now, immediately, and without delay, regardless of whether the earlier memories are forgotten or not, just watching is the right thing to do.

Once inside Wang Gen Sheng's memory, there will be plenty of time to review the earlier parts. Wang Gen Sheng's memory during work hours is almost uneventful, yet most of his memory consists of boring work.

Qin Huai stood up: "I'm going to the restroom, you guys eat."

Then Qin Huai disappeared like the wind, vanishing among the crowd lining up outside.

Qin Luo was munching on beef pies, glanced at the bowl of chicken soup noodles in front of Qin Huai, which had barely been touched: "Why is my brother going to the restroom now? Chicken soup noodles aren't good once they go cold."

"Bro, can I help you finish your noodles?" Qin Luo shouted loudly.

"You can only eat half a bowl at most," Qin Huai's voice drifted in from outside.

Qin Luo cheerfully brought Qin Huai's bowl of noodles in front of him and began slurping the noodles happily.

It took Qin Huai a full 10 minutes to squeeze into the employee-only restroom; there was no one inside, and Qin Huai adeptly entered a stall, locked the door, and opened the game system.

Found [A Piece of Wang Gen Sheng's Memory], clicked yes.

[Memory Loading——]

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As Qin Huai expected, as soon as he entered the memory, it was the familiar location——an office.

The office was still the same, a few desks, piled high with miscellaneous items and documents. Wang Gen Sheng's desk was even more submerged under stacks of files and reports, the calculator originally on top now had scattered notes piled over it.

Qin Huai glanced at the notes, finding them densely filled with numbers he couldn't quite decipher and calculation processes layered one over the other, indicating the user was very frugal, as the handwriting was done in pencil.

There were only two people in the office, Wang Gen Sheng and his supervisor.

Qin Huai took a look at the darkening sky outside the window, then at Wang Gen Sheng's attire, he was dressed very lightly, just a thin shirt, the collars stained by sweat remnants that hadn't been properly washed.

It was definitely summer by now, so early darkness wasn't possible. The fact that there were only two people in the office further indicated that normal closing time had passed.

Qin Huai turned his gaze towards the supervisor.

At closing time, everyone else had left; Wang Gen Sheng staying behind for overtime was normal, but the supervisor staying, not working, merely sitting at their relatively tidy and clean workstation drinking tea and reading the newspaper was unusual.

The office was very quiet.

Wang Gen Sheng was continually immersed in data calculations, the calculator keys clicking at full speed. Of course, he wasn't always using the calculator, occasionally jotting down numbers on the notes, which likely explained the disorder of his notes.

Qin Huai thought that even if corporate spies came in to steal Wang Gen Sheng's notes, they probably wouldn't understand. Aside from Wang Gen Sheng, likely no one else could decipher what was actually written on them.

Wang Gen Sheng just kept working until night fell.

The supervisor's tea was finished, the newspaper was torn to shreds, and they were starting to feel restless.

"Ahem, ahem." The supervisor coughed heavily twice, trying to catch Wang Gen Sheng's attention, but Wang Gen Sheng didn't budge, not even lifting his head.

Seeing this, the supervisor stood up directly, walked over to Wang Gen Sheng, and knocked heavily on the desk next to him, finally catching Wang Gen Sheng's attention, stopping his work, raising his head.

"Supervisor, you haven't gone back yet?" Wang Gen Sheng was somewhat surprised.

He hadn't realized there was someone else in the office.

Supervisor: ...

The supervisor looked at Wang Gen Sheng, his face filled with confusion as to why they had been waiting at the desk for so long, cleared his throat, adjusted his expression, and said in a serious tone: "Little Wang, the matter you mentioned last time…"

Upon hearing the supervisor, Wang Gen Sheng's expression also became serious: "Supervisor, I absolutely didn't make a mistake. There is definitely a problem with the logistics in the first half of the year; someone must be secretly selling factory materials, although the books were cleverly done, the details don't match."

"It's not that serious; we have so many accountants in the factory, before you came, everyone's books weren't done so meticulously. It might be just a small mistake made by another accountant while bookkeeping; you shouldn't report it, or else if the manager investigates, mistakes at work could lead to bonuses being deducted, offending people." The supervisor said.

Wang Gen Sheng was very persistent, his gaze firm, even obstinate: "Supervisor, this is absolutely not a small problem!"

"I have calculated many times, this week I got other accounts and found almost all accounts have issues! Not only the soap, matches, lard, coal tickets distributed as welfare, but also the cotton cloth produced by the factory and defective products; the defect rate is too high, it's simply impossible, even the payment for raw materials has issues."