Chapter 7 "Doing" Accounts is an Art

  Qin Aimin got up hastily after sleeping for almost five hours, still looking somewhat listless, but he went to the cafeteria to grab a few bites before rushing to the duty room beside Jinshui No. 2 Bridge.

  The so-called duty room is actually just a rented civilian house, about 200 meters away from Jinshui Second Bridge, with doors and windows facing the temporarily built pontoon bridge.

  As for the so-called pontoon bridge, it is actually just two 1-meter diameter cement pipes submerged in water, with straw, soil, coal cinder and sandstone laid on top, and finally, due to rain and snow, another layer of reed mat was added.

  To say that if it weren't for the pontoon bridges needing to occupy several hundred meters of good fields on both sides, with the current water volume of Jinshui Creek, many places could allow vehicles with slightly higher chassis to drive directly through the ditch.

  According to Yang Daqing's arrangement, the toll collection work of Jinshui No. 2 Bridge was handled by Qin Aimin, but he has been on vacation for a few days, so it is temporarily managed by Cai Zhengyue, the head of the Finance Office.

  As Qin Aimin walked in, the solitary figure sitting by the stove in the duty room, with a face as rosy as an apple from the heat of the fire, immediately stood up. "Little Qin, you've come just in time, I was just about to go buy New Year's goods, so I'll leave this place to you."

  Yuè Chángqīng handed a black, old-fashioned briefcase from his arms to Qín àimín's and was about to leave when Qín àimín said with a half-joking tone: "Director, it seems like I'm on duty starting tomorrow, you can't be thinking that your husband is so eager he can't even wait for half a day?"

  Yuè Chángqīng is a native of Dàshí Xiāng. His husband used to be the deputy secretary of Dàshí Xiāng, but was transferred to the county transportation bureau as deputy director a year ago. The whole family naturally moved to the county seat, and because of the inconvenient traffic, Yuè Chángqīng also lived in the single dormitory in the countryside like Qín àimín, only going back home for two or three days every week. Over time, Qín àimín and Yuè Chángqīng, who was already in his thirties, naturally became familiar with each other, and privately, the two were more like friends than superiors and subordinates.

  In the official circles, even in the most basic rural areas, the relationship between people is very realistic. Someone like Qin Aimin who has a bright future will naturally have many people trying to curry favor with him. Although Yue Changqing is currently the director of the office, Qin Aimin is only the deputy director, but from the moment Qin Aimin arrived in Dashiqiao Town, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before he surpassed Yue Changqing, this female director. After all, Qin Aimin's age, rank, and education credentials are all there, and if one only considers rank rather than position, then Qin Aimin, as a deputy section-level official, is even higher than Yue Changqing, who is just a section-level employee.

  Yu Changqing's face was red with anger as he punched Qin Aimin's left arm, after which he didn't respond to Qin Aimin's words, but instead continued: "Don't drink too much these few days. If you mess up your work in the first year because of drinking, it will be very disadvantageous for you in the future. Behave well, and I'll come to relieve you on the fifth."

  Qin Aimin smiled and said, "Please rest assured, Director. During my shift, I will absolutely not get drunk."

  After finishing speaking, Qin Aimin smiled again, "Don't you know my drinking capacity yet? No one in Dashitun can get me drunk."

  Qin Aimin's grandfather was a notorious bandit in this area before liberation, but fortunately he had attended several private schools. When the Eighth Route Army arrived at Kaihe, he immediately surrendered and joined the Eighth Route Army. Although his reputation was too loud to be mixed with an official position in the revolutionary team, as a representative of the laboring class who suffered from class oppression, he was not settled accounts after autumn.

  So the Qin family had a tradition of drinking from a young age. According to Grandpa Qin's words, if you can't drink, you can't climb mountains, and if you can't climb mountains, you can't carry a gun, then you're not a real man. Grandpa Qin lived to be 93 years old, and every day he would walk around the mountain with a rifle in his hand and an axe at his waist until the day before he died, still drinking big bowls of wine and eating large pieces of meat. For this reason, Qin Aimin's father and uncles suffered a lot during that time to supply Grandpa Qin's wine. As Grandpa Qin's most beloved grandson, Qin Aimin had been training his alcohol tolerance since childhood, so much so that even now, ordinary high-proof baijiu is nothing to him. During university, he once achieved the glorious record of drinking an entire dormitory under the table.

  Watching Moon Changqing quickly walk towards the bus stop in the countryside, Qin Aimin also sat down directly on the chair where Moon Changqing was sitting before.

  Although he was only a deputy director, in Dashiqiao Township with hundreds of employees, he could be considered a leader. He didn't have to stand at the floating bridge in the cold wind and snow to collect money. All he had to do was sit by the stove, roast the fire, drink tea, and check the ticket receipts three times a day, morning, noon, and afternoon.

  Open the briefcase, clear up the things inside, actually mainly clearing up the data of these few days, especially today's ticket income. However, as soon as he saw the data in the account book, Qin Aimin's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

  The toll collected will be settled every night at 8 o'clock, and after the settlement is checked clearly, the money will be locked into the safe in the financial room.

  The key to this safe was managed by the accountant, but the password was controlled by Qin Aimin, the deputy director, and Yue Changqing, the director.

  All this seems to be in good order, but the financial system is full of loopholes. The accounts for the whole town are managed by only two people, the head and deputy head of the town's finance department. Not to mention the head, Month Longqing, even Qin Aimin can easily alter something in the account book if he wants to. For this reason, Qin Aimin has repeatedly reported to his superiors, but strangely, none of the more than a dozen secretaries or the town leaders have ever paid attention to this matter.

  11,140, 11,1350, 10,600

  Looking at the account book in his hand, Qin Aimin was stunned. Before he went on vacation, when he was in charge of collecting fees, the daily tolls were at least over 15,000 yuan, and one day even exceeded 30,000 yuan. However, since Yue Changqing took over, the highest single day was only 13,000 yuan, and one day was as low as 9,000 yuan.

  Looking at the No. 2 bridge in the distance, looking at the vehicles driving slowly on the bridge, Qin Aimin could feel the abnormality here even if he was an idiot.

  "No wonder Secretary Mo was in such a hurry to leave!" Qin Aimin muttered to himself. ??First published on Officer Road Seeking 7

  But right away he was in a dilemma, and this matter really made it difficult for him to handle.

  Report account anomalies?

  Just kidding! Qin Aimin directly vetoed this idea, not to mention that Yue Changqing was the director of the department, he was just a deputy director. Even if he didn't care about these things, at the same time, he also didn't care that Yue Changqing's husband had been the vice secretary of Dashitou Township. The weirdness revealed in this matter made Qin Aimin scratch his head.

  What makes Moon Changqing dare to embezzle this money so openly? Doesn't Yang Daqing, that old fox, and Yu Guomin, as well as other deputy secretaries and deputy township heads, feel anything unusual about this?

  The tolls from the No. 2 Bridge were handed over directly by Yang Daqing to Qin Aimin, who was in charge of them. According to the financial system of Dashiqiao Township, the township head and deputy heads had absolutely no right to intervene, and the financial power was absolutely in the hands of Secretary Yang Daqing, even though he was not the township head.

  But not being able to extend their hands does not mean that they do not have the right to know, and the daily income and expenditure of the No. 2 Bridge still need to be reported to the township party and government office, so the leaders in the township are absolutely clear about these data changes.

  Sitting in the chair, Qin Aimin habitually picked up his own cup and brewed a cup of tea. After half a year, he was no longer the rookie who had just graduated from college. He had some understanding of many doors and rules in the officialdom, and he naturally knew that many things that seemed very abnormal at first glance were actually the norms of the officialdom. Although it wasn't an institution, it was more necessary to follow than the regular institutions.

  And among these practices, the most normal one is the various banquets hosted by leaders on ordinary days. This is also a rule. If you don't give gifts to your superior, where will he get the money to give gifts to his superior?

  "What's on your mind, Xiao Qin?"

  Qin Aimin was lost in thought by the stove for over ten minutes, until Luo Tianlin walked in and startled him awake.

  As soon as Luo Tianlin walked in alone, Qin Aimin looked at him and then glanced behind him, "Luo Ge, take a look at this?"

  Qin Aimin handed the account book directly placed on his thigh to Luo Tianlin.

  Luo Tianlin had been in Dashixiang for over a decade, during which he served as the deputy director of the Party and Government Office for nearly five years. He didn't need to take a closer look; just a glance was enough to reveal the anomalies within.

  Luo Tianlin suddenly laughed and then said with a smile in the face of Qin Aimin's confusion: "I knew that Yue Zuo would never personally explain the door to you."

  "After that, Luo Tianlin paused for a moment,"This account you don't need to worry about, in short, these few days every day at noon send 5,000 yuan to Yang Secretary's office, send 3,000 to Yu Mayor's office, and then send 2,000 to the Party and Government Office, just wrap it in newspaper and put it on the desk, of course, you can also hand it over to them personally, you handle it yourself."

  Qin Aimin was taken aback, but he didn't mind giving money to his superiors. In the past six months, under the instructions of Yue Changqing, he had also privately given money to several leaders.

  After taking a look at the account book returned by Luo Tianlin, Qin Aimin couldn't help but understand, "Take money from here?"

  "If you don't take money from here, where else can you find it?"

  "Why?" Qin Aimin couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, and over the past six months, Luo Tianlin had answered many such questions from him.

  "In previous years, this money should have been sent all at once before the new year, but this year the countryside really couldn't take out so much money at once, so they're sending it over a little bit every day."

  Afterwards, Qin Aimin still looked curious, and Luo Tianlin continued: "Secretary Yang and Mayor Yu will definitely go to pay New Year's greetings to the county magistrate and secretary during the new year, including some key departments in the county. These are all official visits. Can't let the secretary and mayor take out their own pockets? To be honest, this money is not enough for them to spend during the year, at least they have to pay a part of it themselves, not to mention that they may also go to the city to pay New Year's greetings."

  "Why did the party committee have to send money?" This was Qin Aimin's first year in Dashitown, and he wasn't clear about many of the intricacies involved. ??First published on Seeking Truth 7

  "This is the extra reception fee, every year during the Spring Festival, the village accountant and village head will come to the town to pay New Year's greetings, and the city and county will also send people to visit, the police station, nursing home, and schools in the town will all have to be visited, this money is for that."

  Qin Aimin understood immediately upon hearing this. Although these things are needed every year, when it comes to accounting issues, they can be written clearly or cannot be written in too much detail. At this time, Qin Aimin finally understood why the financial system in the countryside was full of loopholes everywhere.

  Thinking of this, Qin Aimin couldn't help but blush a little. For these systems, when he first came to Dashixiang, he had privately found the secretary and township head several times, no wonder their faces were a bit strange at that time.

  "In short, as long as you deliver the money on time and keep your accounts in order, there shouldn't be any major issues. I believe these tasks shouldn't be difficult for a university student like you."

  Lu Tianlin was unmoved by this, sat down and poured himself a bowl of water, then added a few more charcoal briquettes to the large earthen stove made from an oil drum.

  "It's warmer here." After a pause, he continued: "Your sister-in-law wants you to come over for dinner during the New Year, no excuses allowed. If not, don't call me Brother Luo again."

  At this point, Luo Tianlin suddenly smiled and said, "Xiao Qin, when working in the government, sometimes you mustn't be too clever, understand?"