Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1024 - 499: Reborn as an Accountant at the Cotton Mill

The originally somewhat awkward atmosphere quickly became lively under Luo Jun's silence and Gong Liang's witty remarks.

Gong Liang sincerely wanted to cheer up Luo Jun and started talking about the amusing and embarrassing tales he encountered during his early years as a top salesman traveling north and south. Like the first time he went to the north in winter without experience, wearing only a thick cotton coat suitable for Gusu, he nearly didn't get off the train because he was so cold.

The first time he went to the seaside, he ate seafood for several days out of novelty, which resulted in acute gastroenteritis with vomiting and diarrhea for days, leaving him exhausted. He initially thought the business deal would fall through, but the partner took pity on him and gave him the order they originally didn't intend to.

Since then, some newcomers have tried to emulate his "method" to win orders, but none could do it as naturally as Gong Liang, and some even accidentally poisoned themselves.

When Gong Liang mentioned his early days as a salesperson chasing orders with colleagues, begging favors from anyone and willing to cry while holding onto a leg with just a single glance from a coworker, all coworkers claimed he was a natural-born salesman willing to sacrifice pride. Chen Huihong, who was sitting on the sofa trying to get Wang Gen Sheng to talk, abandoned her efforts and ran to the dining table with her plate to listen.

She even joined the conversation.

"Back in the day, doing business indeed required a thick skin. When I was young and went into business with my brother, it was mainly relying on his boldness. We played a good cop, bad cop game; I would pretend to be angry while he begged. We spent a lot of money, got scammed countless times, and were often chased by creditors. To ask creditors for a few more days, my mom 'died' once every two weeks, my dad every week, and my grandparents had funerals every few days. Sometimes, when we ran out of family members to 'kill,' I had to pretend to be seriously ill and hide for a few days." Chen Huihong recalled very rarely, "If credit history existed back then, my brother wouldn't have been able to unlock a shared bike."

Gong Liang expressed understanding, "Everyone has tough times. Back then, we jumped into business headfirst, no theory, no practical experience, following the trend seeing others make money. There weren't many rules or oversight, everything was chaotic, buyers were clueless, and sellers didn't really get it either. Initially, as long as you dared to take risks, you could earn some money. But if you continued being clueless, you'd likely end up losing everything—lessons learned the hard way, running a business while learning." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"I was slightly luckier at the start. Worked in a factory as a salesperson, traveled widely, gained more experience, and adapted quickly. Accumulating some contacts, the early stages were somewhat smoother."

"Later on, even when business was booming, I still suffered losses. Nobody always has smooth sailing without losses."

Shi Dadan, who never experienced failure and always had smooth sailing, quietly ate his snacks.

Zhao Cheng'an, who always had a rough ride and never made money, only wanted to shed two lines of tears.

Cheng Gong, who silently helped the boss make great fortunes over the years, agreed and recounted the hardships and struggles President Han Guishan faced during his entrepreneurial days. Of course, these hardships occurred before Cheng Gong joined.

Everyone started chatting enthusiastically.

Eventually, even An Youyou and Wang Gen Sheng joined the group chat. Uncle Wang brought a small stool and sat by the dining table, reminiscing about the difficulties of bookkeeping in his youth, and how he caught many factory leaders attempting fraud.

Wang Gen Sheng previously tried to share his past experiences in this area, but his lack of eloquence made the stories dry and unengaging, leaving him without an audience, even his wife was uninterested. But today, Wang Gen Sheng met the perfect partner in storytelling—

Gong Liang.

Gong Liang genuinely knew the stories.

Wang Gen Sheng was once an accountant at the cotton mill, and Gong Liang was at the silk factory; the two factories were close and occasionally did business. Gong Liang had heard of every downfall of leaders in the cotton mill, knowing some insider details, albeit not much. Hearing Wang Gen Sheng speak today, he was utterly astonished.

When Wang Gen Sheng's sparse content surfaced, Gong Liang provided depth, and for the dry narratives, Gong Liang supplied richness.

In general, whenever Wang Gen Sheng mentioned person A, Gong Liang would echo, saying he knew them and heard that the person categorized quality products as defective to handle low prices and misappropriate factory assets. Later, they were caught.

With a modest smile, Wang Gen Sheng admitted it was initially discovered in an audit he conducted, the figures just didn't add up.

Gong Liang expressed profound shock again and supplemented some details, while Wang Gen Sheng smiled shyly once more, briefly explaining how he spotted inconsistencies during the audits.

In just half an hour, Qin Huai managed to fully understand how the logistics leadership embezzled resources, cutting soaps into smaller pieces to pass off two as three.

How the transportation leadership misused company vehicles, using the factory's truck for private errands.

How the HR leadership operated behind closed doors, hiring relatives without appropriate distance, and filling the factory with unqualified family members.

How the sales leadership manipulated accounts, fabricating records to pocket some, earning kickbacks for another gain.

How the factory hospital leadership embezzled medications, engaged in black-market trade, fabricated invoices, and practiced nepotism.

How the deputy factory director misappropriated funds, seized factory properties, and placed cronies to resell resources.

After listening, Qin Huai's first reaction wasn't marveling at Wang Gen Sheng's audit skill, but at his luck for surviving. After all, our upright Uncle Wang stayed a minor finance department head until retirement, never achieving significant leadership, reportedly an ordinary finance person when transferred out from the Gusu cotton mill, not even a minor leader.