Chapter 834 - 442: General Manager Little Fox, It Really Understands

Chapter 834: Chapter 442: General Manager Little Fox, It Really Understands

"Hey, has General Manager Little Fox come again?"

In the pharmaceutical factory warehouse, corridor lights illuminate the hallway, while the iron doors of the storage rooms remain tightly shut.

At the entrance in the guard room, a plump aunt and a thin aunt are craning their necks and see a fiery red little fat fox, wearing a white down jacket, wagging its tail as it swaggers in.

You can see it sticking out its fat belly, with two fox claws behind its back, holding a notebook and a pen, squinting its eyes, putting on a very serious appearance.

The plump aunt cheerfully grabs a large bunch of warehouse keys, walks out of the guard room, and enthusiastically greets.

"General Manager Little Fox is here again? I’ll help you with the inventory!"

Bai Mo’s fox apprentice, Night Cat’s Eye, glances at the plump aunt in her work attire, recalls the instructions from fellow apprentices, then nods and waves its fox claw, asking the plump aunt to lead the way.

...

The plump aunt leads General Manager Little Fox deep into the warehouse.

Only the thin aunt remains in the guard room.

She scoffs.

"Oh, work is already busy enough, and now we have to help Expert Bai Mo humor the Immortal Beast."

That fox certainly acts like a human and is quite the comedian.

But if you say it understands herbs and inventory, the thin aunt absolutely doesn’t believe it.

She opens the pharmaceutical factory group chat, snaps a picture of General Manager Little Fox’s back, and sends it to the group.

[General Manager Little Fox is here again]

[Hahaha, it really loves to play]

[It acts all important in the factory every day, playing house]

[I love to accompany General Manager Little Fox, every time it comes to my side, I show it around]

...

The thin aunt doesn’t have much time for the chat, glances briefly, then continues working, sitting in front of the computer, holding the mouse, scrolling through the lengthy herbal inventory spreadsheet.

This spreadsheet is large and ornate, row by row, column by column, colored differently. It records various kinds, batches of herbs, warehouse entry time, exit time, preservation duration.

"Every month we produce over a hundred bottles of medicinal soup, the yield is not high.

"But we consume a heck of a lot of random herbs.

"One truckload after another gets poured in, but only a few drops come out, tsk tsk tsk..."

The thin aunt is only habitually complaining, but facing the complicated spreadsheet and work, she doesn’t feel tired.

Because the benefits of this job are truly excellent, and the salary is really high!

She reaches for the phone while reviewing the spreadsheet, calling a supplier.

"Hello, Factory Director Chen? This is Lu Fang from Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory’s purchasing department."

The voice on the other end is warm and enthusiastic.

"I recognize your voice! Director Lu, what can I do for you?"

Lu Fang grins, she’s actually not a director, but she doesn’t correct him because she likes to hear it.

"This month, we still have a lot of Seven-Star Dates in the warehouse, so you don’t need to deliver.

"I’ll let you know when we need them.

"Yeah, oh, we really have excess.

"Your goods are fine.

"Okay, that’s all."

She neatly hangs up, rummages through the spreadsheet, then finds the next supplier’s phone number and dials them.

"Hello? Factory Director Chen?

"We need to order three hundred pounds of premium quality ginseng this month.

"Do you have that amount over there?

"Oh oh, you can guarantee that, right?

"How soon can you deliver?

"Oh oh...

"Alright then, I’ll send the order to your email later."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Fang scrolls the mouse wheel again, and when she sees the next herb to be purchased, she frowns.

"Frost-green melon... this thing... sigh..."

She looks at the number and makes another call.

"Hello? Director Li?

"This is Lu Fang from Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory.

"How many frost-green melons has our orchard produced this month?"

The voice on the other end sounds troubled.

"This month, there are only about three hundred pounds of qualified frost-green melons.

"There’s nothing we can do, the weather is off, all the melons are frozen and rotten..."

Lu Fang feels helpless too.

The factory needs about eight hundred pounds of frost-green melons for production this month, and considering error tolerance, needs to prepare a thousand pounds.

"How many pounds can you definitely guarantee? Give me an accurate number?"

After a moment of contemplation, the orchard director responds.

"Three hundred pounds shouldn’t be a problem!"

Lu Fang nods.

"Then I’ll place an order for three hundred pounds first.

"For the rest, I’ll figure out a solution..."

Then she hears the orchard director suddenly say.

"I know an old fruit farmer, he seems to have stock?

"Why don’t I let him deliver to the factory, you can inspect to see if it’s up to par?"

...

The iron door of the warehouse swings open.

It’s a cold storage room, with cold air drifting out from the entrance.

The plump aunt holds a bunch of keys, waiting at the entrance.

Night Cat’s Eye is inside the storage room, looking here and there, sometimes opening a box to examine the herbs inside, sometimes sniffing to test their scent.

The plump aunt stands at the entrance, watching its fluffy swinging tail, feeling the urge to laugh, even wanting to touch it... but that’s absolutely impossible!

The whole factory knows, General Manager Little Fox might be funny, enjoying acting important, but it’s very aloof!

"Ow!"

General Manager Little Fox walks out of the storage room with its front claws folded behind its back, wobbling, and gestures with its paw for the plump aunt to close the door.

The hemp seeds in this warehouse are preserved quite well, no issues.

Smiling, the plump aunt closes the warehouse door, locks it, and continues following General Manager Little Fox.

A few young warehouse managers in work attire come over, each holding notebooks and carrying another set of keys, checking inventory.

They greet with smiles.

"Sister Wang, are you taking General Manager Little Fox for a play inventory check again? Hahaha."

The plump aunt exchanges a few words with them, just about to continue walking, when the radio on her waist starts ringing.

The radios on the waistbands of the warehouse managers start ringing too.

"A new supplier has delivered frost-green melon.

"Hurry to the testing workshop to check the goods."

...

In the workshop, various refining furnaces, reaction tanks, high-temperature steam boxes, distillation towers, etc., are all in operation.