The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 218: Integrating all departments, the president is very satisfied.

Dusk is getting darker.

The motorcycle started its journey home.

Qian Jin sat in the car, afraid to move, because there were bags and fish baskets in front of and behind him.

His motorcycle was under undue stress, struggling to run, and the exhaust pipe was spewing smoke incessantly, making a terrible noise...

Behind them, smoke also began to billow from the chimney of the Liu family production team in Hongxing.

Smoke rose from every household, mingling with the aroma of stewed fish and drifting in all directions.

The motorcycle sped into the city, and the two large burlap sacks on either side of the back seat were particularly eye-catching.

The bamboo basket next to it was tightly tied with hemp rope and covered with wet seaweed. As the motorcycle bumped along, water droplets would occasionally fall onto the scalding exhaust pipe, making a "sizzling" sound.

He was arrested by the anti-corruption office once when he went to the countryside and only brought back some vegetables.

Now he rides his motorcycle back to the city with over 300 kilograms of fish, but nobody pays any attention anymore.

The street lights come on.

Old Zhang, the gatekeeper of the supply and marketing cooperative, was sitting in a rattan chair listening to the radio when he suddenly sniffed and took off his reading glasses: "Where is this strong fishy smell coming from?"

He walked to the window, puzzled, and saw Qian Jin propping up his motorcycle and untying the rope, which made him even more confused.

"Director Qian, what's going on? Why is everyone in your office working overtime on Sunday? Is there some important work? Why choose to work overtime at night? And what's wrong with you...?"

"Old Zhang, go to the office and give a shout for Sun Jian to bring some men down to help me." Qian Jin lifted a corner of the damp cloth, and immediately, a salty, fishy smell wafted out.

Inside the bamboo basket, the lively prawns gleamed with a bluish-gray sheen, seaweed clung to the large claws of the swimming crabs, and the sleek clams were gathered together in one spot, with several sea snails as big as a baby's fist lying on top.

Old Zhang peeked inside and his eyes lit up: "My God! So much fresh produce? It's really fresh!"

"I went to the countryside to collect some things for our department. Could you go and call everyone over for me?" Qian Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead and urged him again.

After being urged twice, Old Zhang dared not delay any longer and hurriedly went upstairs.

Soon, more than ten young men came running down like wild horses.

Sun Jian was running in the lead.

He is now Qian Jin's most trusted confidant, and follows Qian Jin's lead in everything:

"Director Qian? What did you bring back? Wow, such fresh crabs."

The mud crabs had their pincers tied with straw ropes, but because of the bumpy ride on the motorcycle, some of the ropes came loose, freeing the crabs. Now, whenever someone approaches them, they immediately raise their large pincers.

Qian Jin said, "Send it up; this is our department's welfare item."

Sun Jian exclaimed in surprise: "Really? That's great! My parents were talking about wanting to eat crabs yesterday, and I told them that crabs are too expensive before the Mid-Autumn Festival and we should wait until after the festival. But we can eat them today!"

Qian Jin said, "You can have some. Since your parents want to eat crabs, I'll get you a few more later so they can enjoy them to their heart's content."

"No need, no need," Sun Jian said with a smile. "Director Qian, my parents are ill, and crabs are considered cold in nature, so we can't let them eat too many. Let them each have one to try."

Qian Jin told Sun Jian what he had heard at noon: "Crabs are cold in nature, but ginger is warm in nature. Let them eat it with minced ginger."

"By the way, Da Jiang, you have some at home, right? We don't need to distribute it to the department as employee benefits, do we?"

Sun Jian laughed: "No need for that."

The news that the department was going to distribute seafood as employee benefits spread like wildfire throughout the entire office in no time.

As Qian Jin arrived at the office building entrance, he heard a series of hurried footsteps in the hallway.

Deputy Director Cheng Xia trotted over in plastic sandals. This former military veteran, who had previously tried to oppose Qian Jin in an attempt to seize power, was now very enthusiastic upon learning that the department was going to distribute employee benefits.
"Come on, Director Qian, take a break. I'll carry this bag—wow, it's quite heavy. What's inside?"

Qian Jin wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve and said, "It's fish, flathead fish. They're probably still alive. We'll get home and clean them up and cook them right away. They'll be fresh!"

A variety of seafood was delivered to the office, and a group of clerks happily surrounded them.

Li Xiang squatted in front of the bamboo basket like a child, carefully poking a swimming crab waving its large pincers with her finger: "Look how wild this crab is."

Zheng Jinhong's family is better off, and she has more contact with seafood on a daily basis.

She reached behind her and picked up a large crab to test its size: "It's very plump, this crab is definitely heavy, it's probably full of roe..."

Eating sea crabs is different from eating freshwater crabs. Freshwater crabs rely almost entirely on their roe, while sea crabs have more and tastier meat.

However, the roe of sea crabs is tastier than the crab meat. Freshwater crab roe is fragrant, while sea crab roe is fresh and especially delicious.

Sun Meijuan from the documentation team had two braids, with red ribbons at the ends swaying gently in the evening breeze.

She crouched down and suddenly cried out, "Ah!"

An octopus tentacle wrapped around her finger.

"Director Qian, they're alive! They're all alive!" she exclaimed in surprise, her face flushed with excitement.

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Of course they're all alive. Today the tide was out, so I went to the production team I used to support in agriculture and used the grain coupons, meat coupons, and cloth coupons I had saved to exchange for these seafood."

"This must have required a lot of ration coupons, right?" Zheng Jinhong asked, looking up.

Qian Jin said, "Not much, because it's not caught at sea, but by fisherwomen who gather seafood, so they ask for a low price."

Cheng Xia opened the bag, which was full of stacked turbot.

This left him speechless: "This was also caught by beachcombing? The size of these flatfish is quite uniform."

Qian Jin's spirits lifted, and he became more energetic.

He recounted his experience of going beachcombing, discovering the school of flathead fish, and how the production team organized a large-scale net fishing operation that yielded a huge harvest. The listeners suddenly understood:

"So that's how you get flathead fish? You got over 4,000 jin in just one afternoon?"

"Hey, I know a few good spots for beachcombing. Who wants to come with me after work tomorrow to see if we can find any flathead fish?"

"I'll go with you, I'll go with you. I hope we can find a school of toothfish too..."

Li Xiang asked excitedly, "Director Qian, how much money can we get for these seafood products if we put them on the market?"

Qian Jin shook his head: "I don't know."

"Anyway, my mom just bought some whelks this morning. They cost one yuan per pound, which is more expensive than meat. Ordinary people can't afford them anymore," a young man said.

Some people said, "Clams are cheap, six cents, right? I remember that was the price last time I bought them."

"Anyway, we won't take a single penny!" Qian Jin smiled and took out a conch shell from the bottom of the basket, put it to his ear and listened to it. "Although I used some coupons, overall this is still a gift from the Hongxing Liu Family Production Team to our department."

“Hongxing Liu Family Production Team?” Sun Meijuan suddenly straightened up, her braids swinging down to her chest. “Isn’t that the production team you supported in the ‘Haibin Daily’?”

Her eyes sparkled. "Is it the production team you helped with the autumn harvest and the industrial support you provided?"

Qian Jin nodded: "Yes, that's it."

Li Xiang clapped her hands and said, "Yes, yes, I know that too! I even cut out that report!"

She wanted to find her clipping notebook, but then she realized she'd brought it home from get off work yesterday and hadn't brought her briefcase today.

"I had several of Director Qian's reports on me, reports about supporting agriculture, reports about helping educated youth prepare for the college entrance examination, reports about leading labor shock brigades to set up mobile canteens for the people, and I cut them all out..."

"Why are you cutting so much?" Zheng Jinhong shoved her. "Let me tell you, Director Qian is already married."

Upon hearing this, the crowd burst into good-natured laughter.

Li Xiang angrily patted her shoulder: "Comrade Jin Hong, how can your thoughts be so filthy?"

"I have a scrapbook where I cut out all the reports of outstanding young people's deeds. I read these reports regularly to learn from them."

Sun Jian pulled out a megaphone made from rolled-up old newspapers from somewhere and imitated a broadcaster's tone:

"Breaking news from our station: Comrade Qian Jin is wholeheartedly dedicated to the people, and the commune members express their gratitude with seafood!"

Everyone laughed even harder.

Qian Jin also laughed.

damn it.

These people are really something. A while ago, they looked at me like I was a plague god, and half of them even sided with Liao Chunfeng and Cheng Xia and went against me.

Now that the benefits are being distributed, everyone has stopped fighting against themselves and is showing great enthusiasm for them, as if they were all loyal subjects.

Actually, there are bad people among the masses!
He knows everything about this.

So he had his own agenda when it came to dividing the seafood.

Sun Jian's college student faction has now completely sided with him, so he'll definitely be given more precious things like conch, clams, and crabs.

The Cheng school and the former Liao school each gave one fish, and mainly gave cheap things like clams.

The people in organizations like the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives are all shrewd and intelligent.

Without anyone saying a word, everyone understood Qian Jin's ulterior motive when he directed Sun Jian to lead the distribution.

Qian Jin didn't care what they noticed.

That's how the workplace is.

If you're in my faction, I'll naturally give you benefits; if you're not in my faction, I'm already being generous by sharing benefits with you.

You expect me to treat everyone the same?
Then why are these people in my faction still following me? What are they after? Are they after serving the people?

Qian Jin figured that of his team, only he had this thought in mind; the others were all working for their own futures.

Although the value of the welfare items he distributed differed, they were roughly the same in weight.

Both the Liao and Cheng factions appreciated his kindness, so no one complained or had any ulterior motives. The process of distributing the seafood was as lively as celebrating the New Year.

Some people lined up with prepared nets, some wrapped fish in old newspapers, and others washed their mops to clean up the mess.

Sun Jian went all out to show off his lackey status towards Qian Jin, constantly referring to him as "Director Qian":
"Director Qian, this fish is very plump. Why don't you keep it to take home for my sister-in-law to help her recover? What, you're not keeping it? Okay, then how about we give it to Deputy Director Cheng?"

"Oh my, Director Qian, these crabs are delicious! The crab roe is practically overflowing. Why don't you share them with the ladies?"

"Director Qian, you don't need to bother. You must be tired from your journey. No, you must have been exhausted after a whole day. Go and rest. Xiao Zhao, make some tea for Director Qian..."

"Director Qian, you're here to help? Okay, then be careful with the pliers! Be careful not to get your hand caught!"

Several college students blushed at the leader's obsequious behavior.

But considering that Qian Jin had already helped Sun Jian get to the position of deputy director, it didn't seem so bad to be a lackey.

So they enthusiastically shouted "Director Qian".

The women were too shy to openly fawn over him, so they could only curse these college students as bastards in their hearts.

Cheng Xia was, after all, the deputy director, so Qian Jin didn't make the situation too ugly.

The fish he was given was the largest one, and the seafood he was given included swimming crabs, blue crabs, as well as sea snails, whelks, scallops, and clams.

This made him so happy he couldn't stop smiling.

He found a piece of straw rope somewhere and clumsily tied the crab claws together: "Director Qian, you're too kind! My wife has been craving crabs for days, but we can't even buy any at the market..."

The seven or eight people who sided with him cursed inwardly.

Brother, you're really something else! You're so considerate of others, neglecting your own interests and your fellow Daoists!
The small seafood they were given were either scallops or clams, and there was even two pounds of kelp.
Isn't this just plain fooling people?

But since the leader didn't speak up for them, they had nothing to say.

Watching Cheng Xia happily unpack the good stuff he'd been given, the group exchanged glances, and simultaneously harbored other thoughts:
There is no father here, there is a place to keep the father!
The money manager has been invested!
Qian Jin also had to explain the origin of these seafood items, because the news that they were being distributed as welfare goods would definitely spread.

So he said, "Comrades, there is something I need to inform you all."

"Well, as you can see, these seafood items are fresh, aren't they? Plump, right? Good quality, isn't it?"

The group nodded repeatedly.

He said, "I'm thinking that if everyone thinks they're good, I plan to arrange for our department to be paired with the Hongxing Liujia production team in the future."

“Our department has activity funds, and the Liu family production team has a good harvest from beachcombing. I was thinking that when there is a suitable opportunity in the future, I will use the funds to purchase them. Today I discussed with the old team leader, and their production team is willing to sell to our department at half the market price.”

“I think this is a good thing. They’ve had enough of this kind of seafood by the sea. Selling it to us will earn them some extra money to supplement their household income. The villagers are very happy about it.”

"And what about us? We usually can't buy such fresh goods in the city. They're willing to sell them to us at a cheap price, so why don't we just buy them, right?"

The activity funds for each department are all intended to be used for the employees.

It's usually for group meals or purchasing and distributing welfare items.

Qian Jin's actions were in accordance with the rules.

Upon hearing that the department's activity funds could achieve twice the result with half the effort, the employees were naturally willing and raised their hands in support of Qian Jin's decision.

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin said, "Okay, then I'll make sure to go every time the tide goes out and bring back some seafood for everyone to share."

This made a group of people very happy: "From now on, we won't have to go to the market to buy seafood at home."

"Long live Director Qian!" a college student shouted hurriedly.

So a group of people cursed him as a grandson in their hearts while chanting along.

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Alright, this is all my duty. There's no need for you to shout these useless things."

"What do you mean by 'long live'? Only 'long live the people'! Individuals can't even live to be a hundred, so what's the point of shouting 'long live'?"

"Alright, everyone hurry up and distribute them. Those that have been distributed don't need to wait. Go home and cook them right away. Steam what needs to be steamed, stir-fry what needs to be stir-fried. As the fishermen say, today we're not eating anything sweet or spicy, we're just eating something fresh!"

"Director Qian," Cheng Xia greeted him solemnly, still holding the string of struggling crabs in her hand.

“Next time you go to the Liu family production team in Hongxing to support agriculture, take me, Lao Cheng, with you.” He patted his strong chest. “I’m a soldier of the people, after all; I can do physical labor.”

"Workers, peasants, and soldiers are one family; how can we be left out of supporting agriculture?"

“Me too!” Sun Meijuan raised her hand, the red ribbon in her braid swaying back and forth. “I can keep accounts and help the production team with the books!”

"I am coming too!"

"Count me in!"

The calls came one after another.

"Okay!" Qian Jin waved his hand, very pleased.

He also increased the cohesion of the labor production teams through collective agricultural support.

He then smiled and said, "Then let's organize a small team in our department to support agriculture. Whenever there's a suitable opportunity, we can all go and carry out agricultural support work!"

He pointed to the empty bamboo basket, "But we have to take this with us. The old captain said he'll save all the seafood for us!"

The next day is Monday.

Today, the Foreign Affairs Office officially began its work.

Qian Jin arrived ahead of time.

When he went up to the second floor, he found that half the people in the large office were already there, and Sun Jian and his team were cleaning up, working enthusiastically.

The office floor has been swept and mopped.

The desktop has been wiped clean.

They're starting to clean the windows now.

Upon seeing Qian Jin arrive, Sun Jian wiped his sweat and said, "Director Qian, please give me your office key from now on. I'll tidy up for you in the morning, prepare the water in advance, and help you get ready for work."

Qian Jin waved his hand: "I can give you a key, but I don't need you to do anything for me."

“We young people are doing extra work as a warm-up before the job,” Sun Jian said enthusiastically.

Qian Jin laughed and said, "I'm young too. I also need to do some work to warm up for my formal job."

"Alright, you guys get back to work. Good job, very energetic!"

He encouraged several college students to open the office and sweep the floor and wipe the tables themselves.

Now their department doesn't have much work, and he has even less, so he has to take the lead in some things.

However, he guessed that the workload of the foreign business office would soon increase.

They had less work last week because they were in a break-in period. This week, they officially opened for business and started working.

Indeed it is.

The Foreign Investment Office officially began its departmental work today. As the president, Wei Bin was quite worried, so after listening to his secretary's report on today's work arrangements this morning, he pondered for a moment and said:

"I'm adding a task, and doing a second task after the first one. I need to go and check on the situation at the Foreign Investment Office."

The secretary nodded.

He knew that the leadership was always worried about the foreign business office. After all, this department was really unreliable. Before they even officially started work, a deputy director and a clerk had already been taken to the public security bureau.

The first task every Monday is always to review the documents issued by various superiors on Sunday. After reviewing the documents and making targeted work arrangements, Wei Bin picked up his teacup and took a sip of black tea: "You distribute these documents to the relevant departments. Don't worry about the foreign business office; I'll take them with me."

The secretary said, "Shall I go with you?"

"No need, I'll go for a walk myself." Wei Bin walked out with his hands behind his back. "It's not far anyway, and we're not going to the countryside."

“Even if I have to go to the countryside, it’s fine. Qian Jin is a master at sending people to the countryside, and I’m no worse than him in that regard!”

He entered the side building, and Li Xiang, who was about to come downstairs, looked down and saw him, and immediately panicked: "President Wei, is that you? Hello, good morning."

Wei Bin nodded reservedly.

Li Xiang quickly made way and extended her hand: "President Wei, are you going to our department? What can I do for you? No, I'm not asking questions, I mean is there anything I can do?"

"All you can do is go and do your thing," Wei Bin said with a friendly smile.

At the same time, he waved his hand, signaling the little girl not to make a fuss.

Wei Bin tiptoed up the stairs, the key dangling gently from his waist.

The second-floor corridor was quiet, with a quartz clock hanging on the south wall, its second hand ticking away.

The door to the foreign business office was ajar.

Wei Bin gently pushed open the door, and the scene before him made him nod in approval.

More than thirty employees who remained in the office were all hunched over their desks, working diligently, and none of them noticed his arrival.

Sunlight streamed through the newly cleaned glass windows, casting neat patches of light on the cement floor.

Near the back door, Sun Jian was leading three young men through a thick stack of documents.

This is a genuine college graduate from a foreign trade college. He has a very professional demeanor when he works, holding a red and blue pencil and making marks on a stack of English documents.

Wei Bin went straight to the back door with his hands behind his back.

The employee next to Sun Jian asked in a low voice, "Under FOB terms, the seller is responsible for all costs before shipment, which is different from the situation in China..."

"What does 'FOB' mean?" Wei Bin suddenly asked, startling the group.

Sun Jian suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping loudly on the floor: "President Wei!"

His face flushed red instantly; he was very excited.

After all, he's a high-ranking leader in the company.

Wei Bin gently patted his shoulder: "What's wrong? You're so big, yet so timid? Scared?"

"No, no," Sun Jian waved his hand awkwardly, "I was just excited..."

"Alright, calm down," Wei Bin laughed. "Tell me, what does FOB mean?"

"It's an abbreviation for Free-On-Board, which means delivery on board the ship. Our Director Qian said that this delivery method will generally be used when we conduct business cooperation between China and foreign countries in the future, so he asked us to prepare in advance," Sun Jian explained respectfully.

“Very good.” Wei Bin nodded, picked up the documents on the table and looked at them. “US soybean export standards? Where did this information come from?”

"Director Qian brought him here," Sun Jian said, adjusting his glasses. "He said that you need to understand the rules of the international market in order to deal with foreign businesses."

He also said that our country is short of soybeans. Soybeans are a very important agricultural and commercial product, rich in protein, and are of great use to our people, livestock and even vegetables. Therefore, we should pay attention to the international trade business model related to soybeans as soon as possible.

Wei Bin gave a noncommittal "hmm" and walked into the main office through the back door.

In the ticket area, several women were gathered together studying a contract.

Li Hongying's finger slid across the densely packed clauses, then suddenly stopped at one point: "Look, in European and American contracts, the penalty for breach of contract is calculated on a daily basis!"

"Let me see." Sun Meijuan leaned closer, her two braids hanging down her shoulders. "It really is, it's completely different from our style."

Wei Bin followed behind and watched.

Li Hongying sensed someone behind her and instinctively turned around. Her body trembled, and she instinctively raised her head and straightened her chest.

The others looked back and hurriedly stood up.

Sun Meijuan instinctively wanted to hide the contract behind her back, but then realized it wasn't appropriate and quickly took it out: "Reporting to the president, we are studying European and American contract templates..."

"Who gave it to me?" Wei Bin took the contract; the paper still smelled of fresh ink.

Something that was just printed.

“It’s Director Qian.” Sun Meijuan’s voice was barely audible.

“He said that we need to align with international standards in the future, and contracts are the most important thing. European and American companies have an advantage over us now, so they will emphasize the spirit of contracts and bring up the contracts when the time comes.”

Wei Bin flipped through the contract, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

It's all in English, but the key terms are marked with Chinese translations in red pen, and there are dense notes in the margins.

"The International Chamber of Commerce's Uniform Customs and Practice for Documentary Credits..." he read the small print in the header, "Where did he get this?"

"It seems that Director Qian asked a friend in the capital to find a book at Xinhua Bookstore, and then he made some copies for us," Sun Meijuan replied cautiously.

Wei Bin nodded, then looked at another contract interpretation guideline: "How's your research going?"

Sun Meijuan scratched her head awkwardly and said, "It's a bit strenuous."

"However, Director Qian said that practice makes perfect, so our unit will set aside time each week for group study sessions. This way, we can practice for a while after get off work, and reading foreign contracts will be much easier, because although they look complicated, there are actually rules to follow..."

Wei Bin didn't say anything, and walked towards the director's office with his hands behind his back.

He knocked on the door but there was no response.

Cheng Xia's head peeked out from the deputy director's office next door.

Upon seeing that it was a high-ranking leader, Cheng Xia quickly greeted him, "Hello, President. May I ask what you need? Our director went to the logistics office to look for something. If you need anything, please let me know."

Wei Bin waved his hand dismissively at him: "Keep working, and do your job well."

"Hey." Cheng Xia obediently shrank back.

Qian Jin was temporarily out, and the door was unlocked.

Wei Bin pushed the door open and went in.

The desk was spotless, and under the glass were several black and white photos, all of which were group photos with farmers.

Several books were neatly stacked on the corner of the table: "International Trade Practice", "Import and Export Commodity Inspection", and "900 Sentences of Foreign Trade English". They were all old books, and the spines were worn and frayed.

He carefully straightened the few badly curled pages, then wondered whether it was because Qian Jin had read it too much or because he had a second-hand book that had been studied by someone else.

There is no answer.

There is an open notebook on the table.

Wei Bin picked it up, flipped through it, and couldn't help but nod.

The document contains all the key points of foreign trade work. Some of the work is accompanied by hand-drawn flowcharts, import and export tax rate calculation formulas, and even "key points to note" marked in red pen.

He flipped through the work notebook page by page.

A woman's soft voice came from outside: "Director Qian, President Wei just came looking for you."

"What does he want with me?" Qian Jin asked, puzzled. "He didn't say what it was about—oh, boss, you're here?"

Before the question could be finished, the person arrived at the door and saw that the big boss was in his office.

Wei Bin turned around and saw Qian Jin standing at the door, holding a roll of documents that looked like blueprints, with a few ink stains on the cuffs of his white shirt.

"Nothing much, just a surprise inspection." Wei Bin put the notebook back in its place and beckoned him in.

A leader has a natural demeanor.

Wei Bin sat down behind the desk without any hesitation, pointed to the books on the table, and asked, "These books of yours..."

"I bought it myself." Qian Jin walked in and put the roll of paper in his hand on the table. "I have a few driver friends who work for transportation companies. Sometimes they go south to the Guangdong and Guangxi areas."

“That side is our country’s window to foreign trade. Foreign trade work started early and there is a lot of relevant information, so I asked them to help me get some.”

Wei Bin noticed the bloodshot in his eyes: "Did you stay up all night?"

"I've tidied up some things." Qian Jin opened the roll of toilet paper he had brought back.

He secretly rejoiced that he had something on hand.

However, he did stay up all night.

I stayed up late with my wife last night, and I was woken up this morning. I didn't get enough sleep, and I feel a bit tired.

The long roll of paper was opened, revealing more than a dozen printed copies of the "Regulations and Rules for the Work of the Foreign Investment Office of Haibin City".

This set of rules and regulations is quite comprehensive, with various clauses listed in categories: foreign affairs reception procedures, key points for contract review, import and export document standards, and so on.

Wei Bin took it and leaned against the windowsill to look at the original document.

Sunlight streamed through the paper, revealing the dense rows of corrections on the back.

"You wrote this?" Wei Bin looked at him with some shock.

When provincial leaders presided over the selection meeting for the director of the Foreign Investment Office, someone mentioned that after Qian Jin went to the countryside, he formulated brand-new work rules and regulations for the various distribution units and positions of the commune's supply and marketing cooperative.

He never took it seriously.

He was shocked when he saw the foreign business office's rules and regulations with his own eyes.

Too thin!
That's so comprehensive!

Qian Jin pretended to be honest and said, "I think a country has its laws and a family has its rules. If our department wants to work, it must have rules and regulations to guide it. This is not right for the members, but for the colleagues."

"This way, our colleagues will know how to carry out their work, where mistakes have occurred, why they should be criticized or punished, and how to criticize or punish them."

Wei Bin examined it closely, his face still showing shock: "You made this on a Sunday?"

Qian Jin explained, "No, it's because I didn't have much work last week, and I've been thinking about this."

"It wasn't something I came up with out of thin air; I made adjustments based on the 'Work Manual of the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives' and the actual situation."

Qian Jin pointed to the chapter on "Foreign Affairs Discipline," and said, "For example, this rule: When receiving foreign businessmen, one must not act alone; one must go with at least two people—this is a rule set by the 'Work Manual' for accountants."

Wei Bin tapped his fingers lightly on the paper.

He always felt that the newly established Foreign Investment Office would definitely be a chaotic mess.

The arrests of Liao Chunfeng and Ma Dehua last week also confirmed this.

Although the case of Liao Chunfeng instructing Ma Dehua to steal money is now considered an ironclad case by the Public Security Bureau, Wei Bin has a different opinion.

He believed this was the result of office politics.

Although the connection between the case and Qian Jin seems to lie only in the fact that 'Qian Jin is the owner of a huge amount of missing funds,' Wei Bin believes that is not the case.

He had studied Qian Jin's file and learned about some of Qian Jin's work and life experiences.

How could such a talented young person make the mistake of carelessly storing a huge sum of money in an office drawer?
He vaguely realized that it was actually bait.

But in any case, the Foreign Business Office was indeed a mess last week, making a laughing stock of the whole unit.

However, after seeing the overall spirit of the Foreign Business Office today, and then looking at these rules and regulations again...

Wei Bin has a more certain guess about what happened last week.

The huge sum of money temporarily stored in the office drawer was just bait!

That's office politics!

Qian Jin, the young new director, dealt with the people in the department who posed the greatest threat to him and those who directly threatened him—he had already found out about Ma Dehua's incident of throwing wine at Qian Jin during a department dinner.

He then took a deep breath.

That's a really impressive amount of money coming in!

The Foreign Investment Office won't be a mess. This makeshift team, which was set up in a short period of time, has already shown its fighting power!

He looked Qian Jin up and down and couldn't help but nod.

This kid is likely to be someone of great talent and ability in the future.

He put aside the rules and regulations and asked Qian Jin, "What's your work with English learning?"

"I've been learning all along," Qian Jin said.

Wei Bin glanced at the English documents on the table, recalling the learning enthusiasm of the employees next door, and then referring to the detailed policy document next to him.

The situation at the foreign business office is much better than I imagined.

"Little Qian," Wei Bin suddenly changed his form of address, his expression unusually amiable, "Do you know why I launched this surprise attack?"

Qian Jin shook his head: "I'm sorry, boss, I don't know the reason."

“When I held the mobilization meeting for your establishment last time, I said that last week was your preparation period, and this week will be the official start of your work period.” After saying that, Wei Bin made a phone call.

"Bring over the product information provided by the foreign business owners; the foreign business office will handle it."

Soon, his secretary brought in a briefcase.

Wei Bin opened his briefcase, inside which was a thick stack of documents:
"They are all product manuals and introductions from Western European and Japanese companies, all in English, and they need to be translated."

Qian Jin immediately began to issue a pledge: "President Wei, I..."

"Let me finish," Wei Bin waved his hand. "I know this is difficult, and it's a bit much for you to start this job right now."

"But I have to tell you that eight cities across the country have been selected to establish foreign investment offices within their supply and marketing cooperatives. You are the pilot units in our supply and marketing system, and your task is very important."

"Do you understand me?"

Qian Jin said in a deep voice, "I understand."

"Please rest assured, leaders. This job is very difficult, but we dare to fight tough battles and win them. We will definitely overcome all difficulties and achieve victory!"

Wei Bin rarely smiled to his face: "Don't just talk big, I want to see the results."

Qian Jin took the documents and glanced at them. After a quick look, he said confidently, "I will provide all the translation results by next week at the latest, and I will also provide an analysis of all the products to form a report."

"Of course, the interpretation report may not be accurate; at most, it can serve as a reference..."

“No report is needed. If you can lead the team to translate it, then I’m confident in your work ability,” Wei Bin interrupted him.

"And don't give me that high-profile talk or make grand claims. You think you can come up with all this translation material in a week or two?"

"I'll give you some time. This month, as long as you can get it mostly done, that's fine. I need to see the translation results by after National Day at the latest!"

Qian Jin immediately issued a pledge!

Are you kidding me?
The leader underestimated him. Translating a mere few hundred instruction manuals and product brochures would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?
If he works overtime, he can finish it in a week!
Of course, it's not that his English is so good that he's that good; it's just that there are tools in the online store to help him!

Wei Bin was very satisfied with the results of this surprise inspection.

Qian Jin's leadership and work abilities exceeded his expectations.

He left his information and then departed with peace of mind.

But as he passed the large office, Wei Bin deliberately stopped and said, "Comrades!"

Everyone stood up in unison, like a row of tall, straight poplar trees.

“Your work in the Foreign Investment Office is very important,” Wei Bin said, his gaze sweeping over every young face. “I spoke with your Director Qian, and I believe that under his leadership, you will achieve great things and create tremendous benefits for the people and the organization!”

Applause erupted instantly.

Cheng Xia from next door also came out to listen to the leader's speech.

Then he was stunned when he heard this.

President Wei is a strict person and rarely evaluates his leaders face-to-face; he usually keeps his opinions, whether good or bad, to himself.

But now, in just a few words, he's offering money to get into the queue.

Many people in the large office also realized this.

They applauded enthusiastically, and Sun Jian even took the lead in shouting, "Under Director Qian's leadership, we will wholeheartedly serve the people in the Foreign Business Office!"

The others chimed in.

The voices were not in unison, but their momentum was strong.

Seeing that there was no other way, Cheng Xia also started shouting.

Anyway, those few people from Cheng's faction were shouting very loudly, which clearly showed that his own team had defected.

However, he felt that following Qian Jin was not a bad idea.

This young man is quite impressive.

(End of this chapter)