In the middle of the night, after eleven o'clock, Gap came back from the company exhausted, during this period of time he had been dealing with some traces of the company's accounts with HengHui Group.
Some things are not in the books, but the money added in, and some things are in the books, but the numbers are not quite right, there is not just one bad account, it is a lot of bad accounts.
It was also through this grueling period of time that he suddenly had come to some vague realization about some things.
A HENG HUI Group that was about the same size as the Ristoan Group of Companies that he worked for, or even a bit bigger, was suddenly in the mud, definitely not as simple as tax evasion, and probably had some relationship with HENG HUI being involved in foreign investment.
Gap was not quite sure where this feeling came from, when he set out to deal with this aspect of the company, he was also paying close attention to the news of HENG HUI Group's malpractice, and from his point of view, in fact, there was no problem at all on HENG HUI's side.
"Maybe I shouldn't think so ... much," he said to himself as he drove his vehicle around the corner from the main road into the community entrance.
These big cases were too far away from him to even do anything about them, let alone influence, interfere, and caring about this case was just pure curiosity.
Gap's car was registered at the community, and when his car approached the guardhouse, the guard on duty immediately raised the bar for him, and Gap squeezed out a smile and said thank you.
In fact, sometimes politeness itself did not stem from one's own character like upbringing, but rather to maintain one's more positive hieroglyphics, which could be described as a kind of adult hypocrisy or a knowledge that one had to acquire in order to enter the community.
Just a thank you in the eyes of Gap and many more such people was enough to make them look a little better.
Just as he was about to step on the gas and pull onto the road within the community, the guard seemed to be on the verge of saying something, his expression a little strange.
People who worked in numbers were meticulous, those who weren't couldn't do this kind of work, Gap's eyebrows moved slightly as he put his foot back, which was already on the gas pedal, "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"
The guard hadn't intended to mind his own business, but the fact that Gap was being so polite and 'respectful' made it hard for him not to say something that didn't feel right.
His torn look made Gap even more curious, "If there's something please do tell me, maybe it's important to me?" , he used "please", enough to show his solemnity.
The guard then sighed bitterly and said, "I shouldn't be nosy, Mr. Gap, but ...", he shook his head, who knows what he meant by shaking his head, "Mrs. Vera came back this evening in a young man's car. a young man's car back this evening, and that man is very handsome ..."
Here the security guard stopped when he said what was on his mind, it was supposed to be forbidden for such things to happen.
Whether it was a mid-range or upscale community, the service companies that accompanied it did not allow their employees to divulge, or communicate anything that had anything to do with the homeowners.
There were a lot of lawsuit wars around privacy every year, and every employee was professionally trained before going on duty, but Gap was well disguised, and the security guard on duty today had the innocence that was still left in most of society's underclass, and he said something he shouldn't have.
Gap's face immediately turned ugly, he finally forced a smile and flung a pack of cigarettes out of the window, "Thanks, I'm the one who had her sent back."
The security guard then breathed a sigh of relief, "Is that so, that's good, I almost thought ...", he said with some embarrassment, not noticing at all Gap's stinking face that was so black that it was about to merge with the surrounding darkness.
When he parked his car, he opened the door to his room with a grim face, he never thought he would have any problems with his marriage.
He was young, handsome, had a job that was the envy of all, had substantial assets, and was about to become a junior partner in the Ristoan Group.
It was only junior partner, but it was already more than most, and he had a foot in the door on a more senior step that no woman would ever leave him for, just like the cheaper girls at the firm.
But he was angry now that a woman he'd treated as an important touch in his life, an ornament for his social integrity, a little pet he'd kept, had fostered thoughts that were unpleasant to him.
It was hard for any macho man to bear it any longer!
He pushed open the door to the guest bedroom, they were still out cold, still sleeping in separate rooms.
Vera wasn't asleep at the moment, she had her bedside lamp on and was reading a book that had a book on management that Gap had bought a while back and now she was reading it.
That's the way women who drink alcohol are, they become a little more emotional, and also have a kind of reckless behavior that they think of doing, reading a book ... while slightly drunk, does it really work?
Not necessarily, but they will use their own "efforts" to move themselves!
The moment the door opened, Gap looked at Vera, who met Gap's gaze, and after a moment of staring at each other, Gap suddenly said, "Have you been drinking tonight?"
Vera put down the book she was holding, "Is it any of your business?"
Gap was a little annoyed at this point, he was out there working hard and this woman was fooling around with other men at night, he had been suppressing his emotions but they still leaked out a little.
A raspy feeling of inexplicable hurt filled his voice, "You betrayed me!"
Vera had more than a hint of displeasure on her face as well, "I was just talking to a friend about work, and I don't have any marks on my ass!"
One word that instantly calmed Gap down, that day had been the biggest humiliation of his life and the cheap bastard who had left a few lip marks on his ass had been kicked out of the office with a kick in the teeth for a reason.
The office could exist for a few small minds, but one shouldn't bring home something that could only be kept in the office, whether it was to bring it back to one's house or to let someone else bring it home, it was against the rules.
Plus, at this point Vera was obviously still drunk, and arguing would only make the neighbors look funny, and the whole neighborhood would know what was going on here first thing in the morning, so he sensibly chose to keep his mouth shut.
He pointed at Vera, "Better remember you're married!"
Vera continued to fight back with no weakness, "You think you remembered?"
Gap felt his head explode, where had the gentle, obedient wife gone?
He turned and closed the door to his room heavily, stripped off his clothes and went to the bathroom, he needed a shower to calm himself down.
In the bathroom he saw Vera's change of clothes, and after some sophisticated detective work and reasoning, he was somewhat relieved that at least Vera hadn't betrayed him.
He had just relaxed for less than a minute when he was unpleasantly surprised again, the woman had actually learned to talk back, it seemed that the years of pampering her had led her to mistake it for indulgence, he would have to have a talk with her when this period was over.
Gap drove off early the next morning, there were still a lot of books for him to deal with and he didn't have time to waste at home.
It was a little after nine in the morning before Vera woke up from her sleep, having had some wine had given her a very good night's sleep, after a shower she went into the study, she had to find a bit of a book to read that had something to do with management.
Lynch trusted her so much and she had to work hard to return that trust.
Just as she had picked out a few books and was about to leave, she suddenly noticed several ledgers on Gap's desk, something any accountant actually hated, but was sensitive to them because it was their job.
Vera hesitated for a moment and walked over to look at it, it was a copy of the original, and at the bottom of the ledger was printed in a very clear line of small print - Ristoan Company (Group) Specialized Ledger ...
Meanwhile, the security guard who had just finished handing over the morning shift was about to go back to his dormitory to sleep when the duty manager walked up to him with a stern face and casually tore off the community work card taped to his chest, "You're fired ..."