Transmigrating into the Villain’s Sickly Childhood Friend

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Just call me Uncle Dong like Mr.
Hui.
Everyone in the factory calls me that.”

“Okay.
Uncle Dong.”

Qiao Wen looked at uncle Dong calmly, wearing a traditional short shirt, looking like an old-fashioned person, but also very social.

Wu Yao Dong led the two to an office.
The room wasn’t big but it was clean and bright, and a few pots of flowers and green plants were placed near the window, which should have been specially cleaned up by someone.

He smiled and said, “Mr.
Hui, this is the office I prepared for you.
Do you like it?”

Lin Zihui looked around and nodded: “Very good.” Then he said.
“Uncle Dong, you can take us to see the production line first, we have just arrived, and don't know anything, so we will start learning from the basics.”

Wu Yao Dong laughed and said.
“The production line is dirty and noisy, you don't need to go there personally, you stay in the office, and tell me if you have any orders.
Mr.
Lin arranged for you to come to the factory, I can’t let you suffer in my place.
“

Lin Zihui smiled and said, “No matter what Uncle Dong said, I came to the factory to do work, not to have fun.”

Wu Yao Dong waved his hand and had no intention to continue talking with him on this matter.
He only said: “I will go to the workshop to see.
You guys are in the office, I'll have someone bring tea and refreshments over.”

“Hey Uncle Dong!” Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Zihui hurriedly stopped him.

Wu Yao Dong turned around at the door, still smiling attentively: “Master Hui, what else do you need?”

Lin Zihui was arranged by his meal, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to say.

It was Qiao Wen who took over.
“Uncle Dong, we just came here and don't know what to do, or can you bring the account book and show it to Mr.
Hui first?”

Wu Yao Dong was taken aback before he could say anything, Qiao Wen beat him again by saying: “Hui studied business, are you still afraid that he can’t read the account books?”

Wu Yao Dong smirked: “How can it be? How long do you want it? I'll have someone send it over.”

Lin Zihui: “Last year and this year will do.”

Wu Yao Dong opened the door and left.
After a while, a middle-aged woman who claimed to be a factory accountant brought two large stacks of books to the office.

This era was still a few decades away from a paperless office, so this many reports had to go through by them and did not know how long it would take.

Seeing Lin Zihui picking up a book and posing to read it carefully, Qiao Wen smiled and asked, “Young Master Hui, are you going to read it all?”

Lin Zihui said: “You have to know the costs of raw materials, labor, etc., as well as the sales price.”

Qiao Wen didn’t say anything, but just pulled out last year’s general ledger.
As expected, not only the factory didn’t make any money but even made a small loss, so he knew it wasn't that good.

After a little thought, he whispered: “Master Hui, do you really think these numbers on the ledger are the same as they actually are?”