"I'm sorry, old comrade, our factory director went to the capital last week and is not in the factory."
"Ah? Then when will he come back?"
"I got on the train yesterday and should be back in two days...Old comrade, how about I take you to the health center first?"
"No, no need..."
"..."
"Oh, Director Zhai, I've admired you for a long time...you mean the hair flower? That's the new workshop of our Lanxian Textile Factory, but I can't control this matter. You have to wait for me to come back."
"It will take him two days to come back?"
"Yes, the train left early yesterday morning and will arrive at noon the day after tomorrow... Director Zhai, how about I take you to the health center first?"
"No, no need..."
"..."
"Old comrade, you are injured... do you want me to accompany you to the police station later?"
After hearing this, the veins on Zhai Huayuan's forehead stood out.
He walked for almost three hours like he was going to the market. Everyone who saw him asked him to go to the health center. Now that he was at the health center, they asked him to go to the police station?
Zhai Huayuan was extremely depressed, but he also knew that the doctor meant well. He gritted his teeth, suppressed his annoyance and said, "No, I just... I just came out of the police station."
He originally wanted to say that he just fell, but then he thought, the doctor was a professional, and people could tell what kind of injury he had at a glance.
To avoid wasting time, he chose to tell another lie.
It can't be considered a lie, Shili Brigade does have police officers.
Zhai Huayuan took the medicine, went to a state-owned hotel for dinner, called the supply and marketing cooperative and told them that he would have to go back two days late, and then went to the guest house with aches and pains all over his body.
Two days later.
Zhai Huayuan woke up early in the morning, ate two steamed buns at a state-owned hotel and wandered around the streets.
He actually wanted to rush directly to the door of the textile factory and wait, but he knew that the train from Beijing to Lan County would not arrive until noon. If he went now, it would be in vain. The matter would not be accomplished, and it would also cause trouble for the comrades in the textile factory. .
He had been having a really hard time these past two days, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as anxious. At this time, the physical pain actually saved him. The bursts of pain diverted his attention better than anything else, which made him feel better.
While walking, Zhai Huayuan suddenly saw the supply and marketing cooperative.
He slapped his head, feeling annoyed.
He was also stunned, and he even forgot to come to the supply and marketing cooperative!
The supply and marketing cooperatives in Lan County are much smaller than those in the provincial capital. They sell basically daily necessities, and many counters are still empty.
Zhai Huayuan found the salesperson and asked her: "Comrade, I heard that there is a new hair flower? Can you let me see it?"
The salesman impatiently placed a foot-long, polished and varnished wooden stake on the counter without even raising his eyelids.
Zhai Huayuan: "...?" What does this mean?
The saleswoman was knitting a sweater and said without looking up, "It's sold out."
"this……"
Zhai Huayuan was helpless. He looked at the wood and couldn't figure out what it was used for.
As he was about to leave, the salesman raised his head as if remembering something, and his eyes flashed when he saw the hurt on his face.
She cleared her throat, suppressed her nervousness, and continued knitting, but she spoke more words: "Comrade, you came a little too late. The hair flower arrived the day before yesterday. You are here now." just came?"
Zhai Huayuan stopped. He looked at the salesperson in astonishment and asked out of professional instinct: "How many goods did you buy?"
"How can you say that?" the salesperson said nonchalantly. "Within half an hour after the notice was posted, the queue was tens of meters long... If you come a little later, you won't even be able to see the wood."
Zhai Huayuan habitually took out his ID and looked at the salesperson with stern eyes: "Comrade, I am the director of the Provincial City Supply and Marketing Cooperative. I am asking you about the sales situation for work. You just cooperate with me in my work and help each other, okay?"
"Huh? From the Provincial Capital Supply and Marketing Cooperative?" Salesman
The officer put down his sweater, took the ID and looked at it carefully.
Zhai Huayuan was full of anticipation and felt that he would get an answer soon.
As a result, the salesperson turned around and drooped his face again, and said in a sinister tone: "Then you go directly to our director, what are you asking? I am just a small salesperson, and I am still a salesperson guarding a bunch of empty counters. I don't dare to do this with you. The chief directors help each other.”
Zhai Huayuan: "..."
Just say it!
Lin Zhiqing is the only good person in Lan County!
Zhai Huayuan took a deep breath to calm down and asked her, "Then where is the director of your supply and marketing cooperative?"
"We're going to the city," the salesperson continued in a sulky tone, "Our little shabby place can't compare to the supply and marketing cooperative in the provincial capital. You have countless factories rushing to deliver goods. If we want to buy more books, paper, etc., we have to Our director begged grandpa to sue grandma."
Zhai Huayuan: "..."
What?
Is Wang Xiao the only leader in Quanlan County?
The salesperson continued to complain: "I'm sorry for our children here. They were not born in a good place in a big city. It's hard to study. I can't buy a book. I write in front and back, and use the eraser as a new book... Our farmer brothers here usually have to rely on luck if they want to buy labor protection gloves. They can't buy a pair for a year or so. It's even more uncomfortable when the farm tools break down. You can't buy new ones at all... let alone that. What about malted milk cream, have you ever heard of it or seen it before..."
Zhai Huayuan: "..."
He hates complaining about work the most, because complaining is useless. If you have this time, it is better to find ways to solve the problem.
But why did this lesbian's complaints make him so sad?
He also knows that some things will not be sent to small local supply and marketing cooperatives because they cannot be sold at all. But students don’t even have a textbook, and farmers have a hard time finding new farm tools...
Zhai Huayuan went to college and read many books. He met many people and knew many things.
But at this moment, he still got the upper hand.
He took out the work notes in his pocket and wrote down his work phone number and the guest house where he was currently staying. After thinking about it, he also wrote down his home address.
He tore off the paper and handed it to the salesperson, and said sincerely: "Comrade, could you please pass this to your director and tell him...ask him to tell me what he is short of, and I will allocate it to you from the provincial supply and marketing cooperative's share. Ask him to contact me when he comes back."
It would be much easier for him to purchase more goods from various factories. A phone call from him might be more useful than the director of this small supply and marketing cooperative breaking his legs.
The salesperson's eyes suddenly brightened up. She immediately put on a smile, took the paper and put it in her palms: "Don't worry! I will pass it on to our director! He will be back this afternoon!"
Zhai Huayuan: "...?"
Why does he feel like something is wrong?
Was he impulsive just now?
Just when Zhai Huayuan was thinking about life, the saleswoman cheerfully answered his original question: "We received 3,000 flower heads here the day before yesterday, and they were all sold out in the morning."
Zhai Huayuan blurted out: "Are you kidding me?"
