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Chapter 7 A Date and a Stick! (Second Update!)

"Where to move?" Luo Ping asked.

The other people in the security department also pricked up their ears. If they really had to move, they could use the news they heard this time.

To seek some benefits.

Unexpectedly, they did not hear what they wanted to hear, but heard three words instead.

"I don't know."

The three calm words, like a big stone thrown into the lake, caused ripples in the hearts of Luo Ping and others.

And the young people seemed to be at a loss.

They have been in the 567 base since they were born.

If the base is moved out as a whole, or to an unknown place.

They dare not imagine how they will live in the future.

The young man closest to Luo Ping cast his eyes on Luo Ping, but found that this elder who always had a smile on his face frowned.

So he cast his eyes on the factory director Qian Jianguo.

But he found that this amiable old man also had a bitter face.

As a last resort, he turned to Lin Yu and asked, "We can make 20,000 yuan in 16 months, right?"

"Xiu."

Blowing a whistle, Lin Yu responded with a smile, "As long as you follow me and follow my arrangements."

"Don't say 20,000 in 16 months, even 100,000 a month is fine."

Listening to Lin Yu's bold words, the young people showed joy on their faces.

But unlike them, Qian Jianguo and Luo Ping had sorrow on their faces.

The vehicle moved forward slowly, passing through the winding road, and finally stopped in the middle of a group of red brick buildings in the mountains.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, Luo Ping stuck his head out and shouted to the children playing on the road outside:

"Go call the adults, the factory director has asked for the wages back."

The little kids turned a deaf ear to Luo Ping's shouting and continued to take pictures on the road.

The Calabash Brothers.

It was the people in the red brick building who heard the shouts and leaned out of the window and asked Luo Ping:

"Chief Luo, is the factory director back?"

"He's back, and brought back all the money from last year."

"Really?"

"Really! More real than real gold!"

After getting the confirmation, the people at the window disappeared immediately, replaced by shouts one after another.

"The factory director is back."

"The factory director is back with money."

In just a few minutes, the two trucks were surrounded by people.

One by one, they stood on tiptoe and poked their heads into the trucks until they saw the boxes of money.

Then they retracted their heads.

They showed off to others.

"Really, there are five big boxes of money."

"There is really money."

"Five? Doesn't that mean we can get more money?"

The people present were even more excited when they heard that there were five boxes.

At this time, Qian Jianguo poked his head out of the truck and said, "Make way. Also, notify everyone to gather in the auditorium."

"Prepare to distribute money."

The people beside the truck made way, and the security department and the five escorting soldiers got off the truck.

Five boxes of money also got off the truck.

Seeing the boxes, the people present finally confirmed.

Money!

It's here!

The people around them scattered instantly. Those who were quick and nimble had already returned to the house, pushed out their bicycles, and rushed out of the base.

Lin Yu sat in the car, silently watching the people leaving and recalling their names.

Until Qian Jianguo asked him to get off the car.

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The auditorium of the 567 base.

The interior is an arc-shaped structure, with solid wood fixed seats arranged on steps, fan-shaped around the central stage.

The huge red cloth hanging on the stage and the faded slogans also record the former glory of this auditorium.

The first thing people who walked into the auditorium saw was the big box on the stage.

"It's all money in there?"

"The box that the factory director brought back should be correct."

The door of the auditorium was pushed open again, and accountant Li Ping, wearing chef's clothes, walked into the auditorium, glanced at the scene, took off his hat, and walked towards the people on the stage with a head full of heat.

He came to Qian Jianguo and stood beside him, whispering: "Old Qian, are you really giving out money?"

"Really." Qian Jianguo nodded his head, pointed at Lin Yu with his right hand, and said:

"Go and get the list of personnel in the factory and the list of people who go to work."

"Then listen to Lin Yu's arrangements, whatever he says is what it is?"

These two sentences made Li Ping's eyes flash, and he glanced at Lin Yu with his peripheral vision, and then blinked at Qian Jianguo.

Qian Jianguo responded with a nod.

After getting the answer, Li Ping tore off his clothes, turned around and quickly disappeared at the gate.

Half an hour later, he reappeared with a few people, holding two large piles of brown paper bags.

At the same time, they also closed the door of the auditorium.

Qian Jianguo took the brown paper bag from Li Ping and handed it to Lin Yu without saying anything.

His action was seen by everyone, but the factory director did not say anything.

Others naturally did not say much.

After all, money is the most important thing.

Lin Yu took the brown paper bag and opened it, taking out the salary list and personnel list.

After looking through it for a while, he found that the amount inside was almost the same as the amount Qian Jianguo asked for, so he handed it to the accountant Li Ping and said:

"Brother Li, give the money."

After speaking, he took the microphone and said loudly: "Now, everyone lines up to receive the money. When a name is read, one person will come."

"After receiving it, go back to your seat. I have something to say later."

Distribution of money begins.

Li Ping took the list and read out a person's name. A person came up from below and checked the number of days worked and the amount of money. Then he dipped in ink pad and pressed on the list.

The person who received the money first stood in front of Li Ping and counted the money repeatedly. If he couldn't count it once, he had to count it a second and third time.

Afraid of losing a penny.

Those in the back who had not yet received their money stood on tiptoe, urging those in front.

So, a group of people started to quarrel.

Lin Yu was watching from the side. Li Ping was about to pull him away, but he stopped him with his eyes.

The people who were quarreling found that no one was stopping them, and they even wanted to watch a show. Slowly, their voices became quieter.

But it was only quiet for a while. When more than half of the people received the money, the people behind suddenly noticed.

Of those five big boxes, only one was opened.

This doesn't make sense.

As a result, the auditorium became noisy again.

"Director, aren't there still three boxes of money? Why did we only get this little?"

"That's right, factory director, it's Chinese New Year, what can you do with this little money?"

"Wang Ping bought a refrigerator when he went out to work."

"Let's send them together."

"Ahem."

A very sudden cough sounded from the speakers in the auditorium. The sound was louder than the combined voices of a dozen of them.

The noisy people naturally turned their attention to Lin Yu who was speaking, and curiously looked at the person they had grown up with, who had a bad temper.

On the stage, Lin Yu looked around at the people below, picked up a piece of information given to him by Qian Guoheng on the table, and started reading.

"In 2001, the 567 base produced 1 million rounds of 7.62mm bullets, 20,000 rounds of 120 mortar shells, and 10,000 rounds of Type 89 rocket launchers."

"The defective bullet rate is as high as 2% after a random inspection of 10,000 rounds."

"The defective rate of 120 mortar shells is 0.53%."

"Bazooka defective rate, 0.82%."

"How dare you ask for money?"