Chapter 1307
Mud can’t hold up the wall
After recounting what had happened during his trip to Yi Province, Wang An took out his work ID from his pocket and placed it on the table. Upon seeing this, Mu Xueli and Wang Li also quickly took out their work IDs and placed them on the table as well.
Although this thing is very useful and you'll get respect wherever you go, it doesn't belong to Wang An and the other two at all.
Therefore, no matter how much Wang An liked it, he had no choice but to return it.
As he put down his work ID, Wang An said with a smile:
"Big sister, the work permits you prepared for us are really useful. Otherwise, the three of us would have been arrested as bad guys long ago. Hey big sister, don't throw these away. I might need them if I have to go out again sometime."
Wang An's words were absolutely correct.
Because if they didn't have this work permit while on the train, it would be inexplicable that Wang An and the other two were carrying a standard Type 54 pistol and firing it.
Even if Wang An was fighting against evil and helping to maintain order on the train, it was useless.
Carrying a hunting rifle could explain why Wang An was a hunter who always carried a gun.
But Wang An was carrying a standard Type 54 pistol, which was a serious problem.
Something that is neither allowed to be bought or sold nor permitted to be privately owned cannot be explained by a single question about its origin.
In the backyard of the department store in BD City, if they hadn't had their work permits, Wang An and his two companions would not only have been arrested, but they would have been detained by the fence for a period of time as thieves.
Most importantly, if Wang An didn't have this work pass as a shield while in the disco, then the three of them would be in serious trouble.
Not only will they get a severe beating, but they'll also most likely have to pay a large sum of money in compensation.
The main problem is that they fired shots in someone else's nightclub; how could they possibly let Wang An and the other two get away with it?
In short, the work permits were a great help to Wang An and his two companions.
After Wang An finished speaking, Zhang Shuya looked at him and chuckled, saying:
"If you really like this thing, I'll try to get you officially hired after the New Year and make you a real Jingcha employee, how about that?"
Wang An's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he was about to speak when Zhang Shuya said with a smile again:
"However, once you become a full-fledged tea master, you'll have to come to work every day. You can't just come whenever you want and not come for a month if you don't want to. That's absolutely not going to work."
Upon hearing this, Wang An's bright eyes immediately dimmed.
The main issue is the idea of going to work every day. I simply can't imagine it.
Earning such a meager salary, being subject to control, and constantly having to go on missions—good heavens, it's practically devoid of freedom. And for Wang An, it's utterly meaningless. Forget it.
Therefore, Wang An said without hesitation:
"Forget it then. I'm used to being free. If I had to go to work every day, I'd rather be killed."
Having spent half his previous life confined to a fence, how could Wang An be so foolish as to want to confine himself to work again after being reborn?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuya immediately rolled her eyes at Wang An and said:
"Look at you, so useless! What's wrong with working as a tea merchant? It's a guaranteed income, no matter the weather, and you're always stuck in the office. Isn't that much safer than going hunting in the mountains?"
Wang An shook his head and said confidently:
"That's different, completely different. Hunting in the mountains means dealing with livestock, facing animals all day long. But at work, you face people every day. I think dealing with animals is much simpler than dealing with people." Wang An's twisted logic prompted Zhang Shuya to kick him and say:
"You're hopeless; nobody cares about you."
Wang An chuckled, unconcerned, and then said to Zhang Shuya:
"Hey sis, can I borrow your big Jeep for a bit? I'll bring it back to you this afternoon."
Zhang Shuya rolled her eyes at Wang An again, opened the drawer, took out the car keys and handed them to Wang An without even asking what he wanted to do with the car.
However, there's no need to ask this question, because no matter what Wang An wants to do with the car, Zhang Shuya will never refuse to lend it to him.
Taking the car keys, Wang An said with a grin again:
"I'm leaving, Sister Ang, hehehehehe."
Zhang Shuya was still angry and didn't even want to look at Wang An, so she didn't say anything.
The main issue is that even with Zhang Shuya's abilities and position, getting hired under Wang An's name isn't something she can do on a whim; she'll have to wait for an opportunity.
Instead of heading home immediately after getting into his car, Wang An drove straight towards the pharmaceutical factory.
Wang An wanted to hand over the contract and receipts to Fang Xiuying, and explain the handover process of the medicinal materials and transportation costs to her.
In addition, Wang An also wants to get back the money he paid for the medicinal herbs.
Although Wang An was a shareholder of the pharmaceutical factory, there was a saying that "public is public and private is private." It was acceptable for Wang An to temporarily advance money to the pharmaceutical factory, but it was absolutely impossible for him to use his personal money to buy medicinal materials. Therefore, the money had to be recovered afterward.
Fang Xiuying was very happy about Wang An's arrival, and even more so about how Wang An was able to buy medicinal herbs at low prices.
As the factory director and shareholder of the pharmaceutical plant, Fang Xiuying had long been furious about the Harbin pharmaceutical merchants arbitrarily raising the prices of medicinal materials.
It's important to know that due to the rising prices of medicinal herbs, the cost of producing scar removal medication has increased significantly, and profits have decreased by almost 20%.
So let alone Fang Xiuying, no one could be happy to see their money shrink.
Unfortunately, although Fang Xiuying, as the factory director, had absolute authority in the pharmaceutical factory, she was completely helpless when faced with this bottleneck in raw material supply.
As Fang Xiuying looked at the quantities and prices of various medicinal herbs on the contract, her dimples, which appeared when she smiled, never disappeared.
After Fang Xiuying had roughly finished reading the contract, she picked up the abacus next to her and started calculating rapidly.
After Fang Xiuying finished calculating, she excitedly said to Wang An:
"Xiao An, do you know what? If we calculate the cost based on the medicinal herb prices in the contract, the cost of each tube of ointment is more than 2 cents lower than before the price increase, hahaha."
As she was speaking, Fang Xiuying suddenly took two steps forward and jumped into Wang An's arms, then hung herself on Wang An's neck.
It was clear that Fang Xiuying was extremely excited at this moment, almost to the point of being carried away.
After chatting with Fang Xiuying about some medicinal herbs and giving her the phone number Han Xiaomin had provided, Wang An took the reimbursed money and drove home.
Driving at high speed, Wang An arrived home in just over ten minutes. (End of Chapter)