Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 827 - 828: 1960s Quadrangle Courtyard 76

Chapter 827: Chapter 828: 1960s Quadrangle Courtyard 76

"Zhang Yu, you need to work overtime tonight." Just as it was time to get off work, the Labor and Capital Section delivered this month’s payroll.

Tomorrow is payday, and since the steel mill is a large factory with thousands of employees, it usually takes two days to prepare. The Labor and Capital Section delivers the payroll, and the financial department fills the salary envelopes the day before.

Even with a day’s lead, it’s still a tight schedule, and there’s no need for overtime.

But for some reason, the Labor and Capital Section made a mess this time, delaying it for so long.

Chief Feng was also very angry, venting his frustration at the Labor and Capital Section Chief, "If you’re going to be any later, you might as well just bring it on payday."

"Sorry, sorry." The Labor and Capital Section Chief hadn’t expected such a big slip-up either and could only keep apologizing profusely.

"Don’t just say sorry, remember to count the overtime." Chief Feng had no choice; whether it was the Labor and Capital Section’s fault or not, all employees in the financial department had to stay and work overtime.

"No problem, no problem." Naturally, the Labor and Capital Section Chief promised right away that there would be no issues.

Although the employees in the financial department were quite unhappy about the overtime, what else could be done? "At least there’s overtime pay."

"Exactly, exactly."

There’s overtime pay for working extra hours. If we don’t stay late, not only will there be no money, but tomorrow morning, those coming to get their pay will surely throw a temper tantrum if it’s not ready.

With that, everyone got started on the task of distributing salaries.

This was Zhang Yu’s first time participating in the salary distribution at the steel mill. In the past, salaries were transferred through banks, and it was rare to handle cash payments.

Looking at piles of cash, Zhang Yu felt a bit dizzy and recalled a saying, which is that one of life’s goals is to count so much money that your hands cramp up.

Now, she finally got to experience it, but regretfully, the money wasn’t hers—it was just a passing fancy.

Sigh, if she could choose, she really wouldn’t want to do this job. Of course, she should be counting her own money, for counting others’ money, no matter how much, is futile.

Chief Feng noticed Zhang Yu’s dizziness, "Zhang Yu, is there a problem?"

"It’s my first time seeing so much money, and I’m quite shocked." She couldn’t express the thoughts in her heart.

In the future, this could be a life goal, but in this era, such a thought is very dangerous.

Wanting to count money till your hands cramp indicates a desire to become a capitalist, a very dangerous signal.

Chief Feng and the others had no idea about Zhang Yu’s internal thoughts and chuckled, "Don’t worry, you’ll see it every month from now on."

"We have to distribute the salaries every month." Someone remarked that they would have to go through this every month.

What? Every month? The thought of enduring this every month instantly soured Zhang Yu’s mood.

But there was nothing she could do but work hard to finish the task as soon as possible and get home to rest.

Tomorrow is the salary distribution day, and it’s likely that everyone will be mobilized to complete the final task.

Since there’s no way to avoid this task, she might as well get it done efficiently.

Mechanically counting money, then placing it into envelopes labeled with names, and writing the amount of this month’s salary on the envelope.

Others were responsible for auditing because once there is a mistake with the money, it would be a big problem.

In this tense and focused state, she completed the task of counting the salaries. Her part was done, but the verification work wasn’t.

After verification, they still needed to cross-check with the remaining cash. In case of any discrepancies, there would be a need to re-verify, which is a significant time drain.

Taking advantage of a break, Zhang Yu yawned and sat dazedly at her desk, watching everyone busy at work.

Forget it, let’s rest for a bit. Though she hadn’t taxed her brain much, being constantly on edge was exhausting.

Most importantly, she remembered the original owner of the body had an accident after working overtime. Although it wasn’t the night before salary distribution, it was still a post-overtime incident.

Since coming here, she has tried hard to avoid overtime work whenever possible.

If it’s truly unavoidable, then she either takes the work home or comes in early the next day.

In any case, working late overtime is out of the question, as there’s a younger sister at home to take care of.

Leaving her with the neighbors? Sorry, but who doesn’t know there are too many beasts in the courtyard, and she wouldn’t dare put her sister at risk.

It’s precisely because Jia Dongxu is currently detained and Sha Zhu’s enthusiasm has completely fizzled out, otherwise who knows what trouble he might stir up.

The quiet courtyard has never allowed Zhang Yu to relax; on the contrary, she’s always on guard.

The fact that the beasts haven’t made a move doesn’t mean they are truly afraid; they could be hatching a big plan to target her.

The previous so-called overtime work has been used as an excuse to decline, but this time, she truly had no way to avoid it.

It even involved the Labor and Capital Section, with their staff getting involved. Was there collusion, or were people bought off?

Zhang Yu really felt overwhelmed thinking about it. Forget it, she didn’t need to worry about such things. In any case, if someone got caught, it would implicate a group of others.

Leave the matter of arresting people to the professionals; she just needed to live her life worry-free.

Zhang Yu kept yawning and rubbing her eyes, wondering, "When will this be over?"

People nearby also began to yawn, "Overtime is really tiring."

As finance employees, watching piles of numbers all day can be dizzying. Now to work overtime at night? How can it not be tiring?

"Next month, we can’t let the Labor and Capital Section bring things this late again." Someone yawning voiced their dissatisfaction.

"Right, right." Immediately someone agreed, "After getting home, I still have to clean up and take a shower."

It’s truly exhausting, and thinking about it is vexing.

"You guys have it good; your homes are nearby. I have to ride my bicycle for more than twenty minutes."

Just when the mood was gloomy among colleagues, hearing this person’s complaint suddenly made everyone feel better.

"Yeah, we can walk home in just over ten minutes."

With this comparison, everyone’s mood instantly lifted, including Zhang Yu’s.

"Alright, the salaries have been checked, and the money adds up." Chief Feng rose amidst everyone’s anxious waiting and announced that the money and the accounts were in order.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately packed up their things, ready to leave, but not before securing all the payroll records in the safe.

After their departure, the security department would send four people to guard the financial department’s surroundings. While not many would dare to touch the money,

given that it was a payroll amounting to several hundred thousand, any issues could potentially turn into a big problem.

Watching the money being secured, Zhang Yu yawned, bid farewell to everyone, and swiftly left the office, hurrying towards the factory gates.