Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1248 597: Xu Nuo (The End) (Part 2)

"Tomorrow you'll be doing something big and your main concern is whether getting killed counts as a workplace injury?!" Xu Nuo almost lost control of his volume, but he managed, so he screamed quietly.

Xu Nuo silently wrapped up the remaining Red Silk Cake: "Are there many materials you need to give my dad?"

"All here." Wang Gen Sheng pulled out a few sheets from the draft paper on the table, "These are the places where I've sorted out the accounts and found obvious problems. There are many details I didn't have time to calculate."

Xu Nuo saw there were only a few sheets, grabbed them directly, glanced at them finding he couldn't understand, folded them up, and stuffed them into his pants pocket: "Are you crazy? Running to my house early in the morning to give my dad the whistleblowing materials, my dad starts a thorough investigation, even a fool would know it was you reporting."

"As long as the director starts investigating, they'll all know it's me reporting." Wang Gen Sheng said.

Xu Nuo: "… My dad isn't foolish, there's no way he'd start an investigation so openly. My dad has long suspected problems with the factory's accounts and mentioned it to my mom several times during meals at home, otherwise my mom wouldn't have agreed for my dad to pad so much money into the factory recently."

"All right, don't worry about it, I'll help you hand over the materials. It'll count as you reporting it with your real name, and if it gets found out, the bonus goes to you. I thought it was such a big deal; a thing like this isn't worth such fuss."

"Your priority now is to sell the recipe I gave you. This thing isn't easy to investigate, it might take one or two years, your bonus won't come that quickly. Sell the recipe first, then pay me back when you get the bonus."

"Let's not meet for a while, to avoid suspicion. On Mid-Autumn Day, the Red Silk Cake… you go to the State owned Restaurant to get it. I will go and give Master Jing the Red Silk Cake, you should eat well during the festival. Go buy a couple of buns, get a dumpling from the restaurant, and let Master Jing secretly give you the Red Silk Cake."

"That's it, I'm leaving now."

Having said that, Xu Nuo stood up, threw the wrapped oil paper package onto the table, ready to leave.

Wang Gen Sheng didn't call to stop Xu Nuo but looked at Xu Nuo and said a sentence: "Our chief said, if I tell you this matter, you'll run faster than anyone, won't meddle."

Xu Nuo snorted: "He's afraid you'll report him, of course, he'd say that."

"You can choose not to care." Wang Gen Sheng said, "I want to report it, it's my business. I know the chief is threatening me, and I know he's serious."

"What they are doing deserves execution, and if I report them, they'll definitely kill me."

"I want to report, it's my business, I don't want to involve other people."

Xu Nuo turned around, smiling at Wang Gen Sheng: "How can this be considered involving? My dad is the director, is it strange if someone asks me to hand over whistleblowing materials to him? Even when your chief is threatening you like this, you still want to report. You're not afraid of dying, what should I be afraid of?"

"I am afraid of dying." Wang Gen Sheng said, "But I'm an accountant, once I've found a problem, I have to speak up. Making false accounts for them is making false accounts. Knowing they make false accounts but hiding it is also making false accounts."

Xu Nuo's smile grew broader, even a trace of envy in his eyes: "Old Wang, you will succeed."

"Ah?"

"Remember to sell the recipe."

After saying that, Xu Nuo just left.

After Xu Nuo left, Wang Gen Sheng put the Red Silk Cake in the cupboard, sat dazedly on the bed for a while, then blew out the kerosene lamp and lay down to sleep.

In the following days, Wang Gen Sheng continued to work normally, and worked overtime routinely.

The whole office was normal, the chief maintained a merry and smug attitude, luring promising young people into corruption. Colleagues happily slacked at work, tossing the tasks to Wang Gen Sheng, while discussing what benefits the factory would provide for the Mid-Autumn Festival, since the factory's benefits nowhere matched those of previous years. They were worried about possible cuts to benefits.

This pleasant atmosphere lasted until Mid-Autumn Day.

Well-informed colleagues had already heard about this year's Mid-Autumn Festival benefits by the morning work shift. They weren't great: each person got a plain mooncake, two bathing tickets, and three eggs, nothing more.

"What's going on this year? Our factory, even if it's worse off, is better than others, right? I heard the coal factory gave out canned meat."

"Canned meat? The coal factory got rich?"

"I'm not expecting canned meat for Mid-Autumn, but at least some flawed fabric would be nice, we could exchange it for stuff. Just two bathing tickets and three eggs, who are they fooling?"

"Handing out flawed fabric? Haven't heard of it, the director said the factory needs reform, flawed fabric is to be sold at a low price for revenue, won't be handed out anymore."

"That works too, just giving money is better."

"What are you thinking? Handing out money? It's good enough that we get our salary paid, look at the Silk Factory, they haven't paid salaries normally this year."

"True, times are tough for everyone."

While colleagues kept complaining, the chief swayed over to Wang Gen Sheng's side with his teacup in hand, seeing Wang Gen Sheng still diligently working, rapidly pressing the calculator undeterred, chuckling, and said: "Little Wang, it's Mid-Autumn today, you alone in the dormitory isn't great, why not come to my house for dinner tonight?"

Upon hearing the chief's words, all the colleagues collectively looked at Wang Gen Sheng, eyes full of awe, as they were shocked at how Wang Gen Sheng got on such good terms with the chief.

Wang Gen Sheng stiffly lifted his head, not daring to meet the chief's gaze, just calmly said: "Chief, there's quite a bit of work today, I need to work overtime."

The chief chuckled, considering it Wang Gen Sheng's last insistence for face, continued to say: "No work on Sunday's, do you have some time to come to my house for a meal?"