Chapter 32: 031 Troubles Happen Every Year, But This Year There Are Especially Many

031 Troubles Happen Every Year, But This Year There Are Especially Many

Xia He heard this and chuckled softly. Looking at Fang Qingye, she said leisurely:

"Little Fang, what you say is a bit idealistic. From a manager's perspective, there is no necessary connection between an employee's kindness and their ability to perform a specific job."

"Indeed there isn't, but you also see that Chen Meimei's work ability is not bad. She graduated from Jin Ling Audit College and studied auditing, so she is quite suitable for the credit position. Besides." Stopping here, Fang Qingye paused and continued:

"Zhang Rong's work ability is indeed quite good, but I believe he has a very major flaw."

"What flaw?"

"He is too utilitarian."

"That is not a major flaw." Xia He took a sip of milk tea and continued speaking slowly: "People who are strong in utilitarianism are also strong in purpose; they focus on results and their efficiency is relatively high."

"But such people view money and status as the sole pursuit for measuring life's value. If they cannot achieve it through legitimate channels, they will use other methods to realize it. This is a disaster for both him personally and the unit."

Hearing Fang Qingye's words, Xia He pondered for a moment before saying: "Alright then, let Chen Meimei go to the Credit Section. However, what we said today, you cannot tell anyone, and do not go to Chen Meimei to claim credit!"

"Am I that shallow? I'm not some greenhorn!"

After Fang Qingye finished speaking, he picked up his milk tea.

You are in your early twenties, not a greenhorn?!

However, he did appear much more mature than the average boy.

Chatting with him was very relaxed.

And he was also excellent at playing badminton.

On Monday morning, Fang Qingye received a notice from the Personnel Section for him to report to the General Office.

Fang Qingye did not hesitate; he packed his belongings, went next door to say hello to Zhang Qunying, and then headed downstairs. Halfway there, he received a call from Chen Meimei.

"Fang Qingye, I've been assigned to the Credit Section! I thought I would be sent downstairs to the business hall to work as a teller." In the phone, the Miss's tone was very excited: "What about you? Where were you assigned?"

"The General Office."

"You are more capable than me; you should have come to the Credit Section." Chen Meimei added.

"Who said that? The fact that you got into the Credit Section shows that the leaders believe you have this ability! Go for it, work hard!"

"Mm, I will!"

After exchanging a couple more words, he hung up the phone.

Fang Qingye smiled and put his mobile phone in his pocket.

The General Office is on the second floor. There are quite a few people, but including the director, there are only four staff members with established cadre status. Additionally, there are some temporary positions, including some posts in the typing and printing room and the archives room.

Drivers belong to the labor service posts and also fall under office management, but they do not have a fixed office.

The General Office Director has a single room, while the other three are in a large office. Having been at the sub-branch for a year, Fang Qingye knew them all.

Upon entering, he quickly glanced around.

There were four ordinary one-drawer desks, arranged in pairs facing each other. Sitting in the innermost spot was a thin man in his forties wearing lenses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle. His name was Mu Youzhi, and he was the branch's "One Pen."

Every larger government or organizational unit has people who write reports for a lifetime. This is like the court scholars of ancient times; although they spend years writing various repetitive things similar to eight-legged essays, they still do so with great enthusiasm. They feel immense satisfaction in hearing the leaders recite the words they stayed up all night writing.

It is said that Mu Youzhi is just such a person. After joining the sub-branch, he worked in the General Office and has done so for nearly twenty years, still dealing with text, almost taking charge of all the sub-branch's summaries and reports.

Most of those who entered the banking system at the same time as him are now sub-branch leaders, with the worst being middle management. However, Mu Youzhi remained an ordinary cadre until recently, when he was promoted to Deputy Director of the General Office, which counts as career progress.

Now, Fang Qingye feels that since Mu Youzhi has become Deputy Director and he himself has arrived at the General Section, it is very likely that the task of writing materials will be handed over to him.

Then wouldn't I become the "One Pen"?

Fang Qingye chuckled inwardly.

Seeing Fang Qingye enter, Mu Youzhi smiled at him and continued reading the document in his hand.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged woman with short hair, around forty years old, named Liu Meili. She was enthusiastic and liked to take on tasks; she managed big and small matters in the office and was the backbone of the General Office.

Seeing Fang Qingye enter, she immediately smiled and greeted him: "Little Fang, welcome, welcome. Just sit there."

Saying this, Liu Meili pointed to an empty desk closest to the door.

Fang Qingye nodded with a smile, carried his things, and sat down at the empty desk to organize them.

Opposite him was a young woman in her early thirties who was quite pretty. Although she wore the same ordinary OL uniform as the other employees, the large diamond ring on her left ring finger clearly implied her family background was not ordinary.

Fang Qingye knew her name was Cao Ting. It was said she was the daughter-in-law of a certain leader in the county. After marriage, she transferred from a school teacher to the sub-branch. She didn't have much specific work, just managing the receipt and distribution of office documents, basically just showing up to collect her salary.

Seeing Fang Qingye sit opposite her, Cao Ting looked up, smiled at him as a greeting, and then lowered her head to play with her phone. Fang Qingye heard the "beep beep" sound of QQ chat.

After packing his things, Fang Qingye took out his teacup, poured a glass of water, and leisurely started working—actually, he didn't even know what to do? Perhaps, pick up a newspaper to study?

Just then, the Director of the General Office, Wu Shengli, walked in and said to Liu Meili: "Meili, go and call the people from the printing room, the archives room, and also Driver Old Zhang. We are having a short meeting."

Soon, four people brought chairs into the office. Driver Old Zhang didn't bring a chair and simply stood on the side.

"Alright, everyone is here. Put down your current work and let the meeting begin."

Hearing Wu Shengli's words, everyone looked at him in unison, including Cao Ting who had just been playing on her phone.

"Fang Qingye, Comrade Little Fang. Everyone knows him, so I won't introduce him much. He has rotated through our section before and has very strong work ability. This time he is formally assigned to our General Section. Everyone, please welcome him!"

Wu Shengli led the applause, and everyone followed suit, though the clapping was naturally sparse.

"Next, I will arrange Little Fang's specific work."

Hearing Wu Shengli's words, everyone became interested, and even Fang Qingye perked up.

"Little Fang's work is mainly writing various materials. This work was originally handled by Old Mu, but since Old Mu has been promoted to Deputy Director and needs to assist me in managing the entire section's business, we will reduce his burden... However, Old Mu, you cannot just let go; you must guide Little Fang."

"Rest assured, Director Wu, I will give my all." Mu Youzhi answered immediately.

Wu Shengli was very satisfied with Mu Youzhi's statement and looked at Fang Qingye again.

"Little Fang, don't feel any pressure. If there is anything you don't understand, just ask Director Mu. He is our unit's famous 'One Pen'."

"I will seek guidance from Director Mu." Fang Qingye immediately stated his stance.

Newcomers entering the workplace are most afraid of writing various materials. No university teaches students how to write official documents, so they can never escape the "student tone."

But for Fang Qingye, this was not a difficult matter. In his previous life, writing various reports and analysis materials in an investment bank was an everyday occurrence.

It's just a bit annoying.

The economic analysis materials are somewhat interesting; what's most annoying are all the various work summaries, full of official jargon and clichés—but such materials are actually the easiest to write.

Regardless, I need to find a chance to talk to Xia He, tell her not to assign me so much to write, Fang Qing thought to himself.

After the brief meeting ended, Wu Shengli returned to his office, and everyone went back to their own tasks. Mu Youzhi, being quite responsible, took out various material reports from the archives covering the past three years and handed them to Fang Qing, asking him to study and imitate them.

Looking at the thick stack of ten boxes piled into a small mountain, Fang Qing felt a bit dizzy; wasn't there an electronic version?

Never mind.

He casually opened a box, took out a document, and Fang Qing began to read slowly—just to pass the time, he figured.

At that moment, Cao Ting, sitting opposite him, suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Oh my... is our system having a run of bad luck this year? Not long after the incident at our branch, the Pingdong Branch has had a major crisis again!"