"Quartermaster?"
"He's the one in charge of food."
"Isn't this a good job?"
Zhang He felt a chill on his neck. Although he didn't understand what Zhao Ming wanted to do, he could imagine that once this grain distribution plan was implemented, the quartermaster's job would definitely be a hard job.
"Master Zhao, please stop playing riddles with me. Just tell me what your plans are." Zhang He smiled helplessly.
Zhao Ming looked around, thought for a while and nodded, "It's not impossible to tell you. I really need your cooperation at this time. Please come here..."
Soon a long string of whispers sounded in Zhang He's ears. The expression on his face kept changing, and finally he couldn't help but take a breath.
"Master Zhao...you are so cruel!"
Zhang He gave a thumbs up sincerely. He really admired the young man in front of him.
"Haha, whether it can work or not depends on whether the plan can come true in the end." Zhao Ming smiled and shook his head.
"Well, I feel that according to your plan, most of it will come true, but getting food is still a big problem.
But I am very confident that you can lead us through this cold winter. "
Zhang He was filled with emotion. Now he really felt that the plan was feasible.
When he first saw Zhao Ming being so young, the first thing that came to mind was the image of a second-generation ancestor who was the son of a high-ranking military official in the south.
After all, he was appointed as the director of the ranch at such a young age. Although it is a bitter and cold place like the grassland, his rank is really not low.
The key is that Zhao Ming is too young. It doesn't make sense that he has reached this position at such a young age.
He doesn't feel that way now.
If the second generation ancestor really grew up in a greenhouse, how could he have so much thought?
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Early the next morning, the entire Huozhongtun woke up to bursts of whistles.
Many people were trembling and wearing clothes with reluctance on their faces, but the shouts of the adult's personal soldiers were heard outside, and no one dared to neglect them.
All of them have seen the power of the group of people under that adult.
In fact, the two dozen herdsmen were not that afraid of Zhao Ming. After all, they surrendered quickly when they raided them.
But last night, people from various tribes were mixed together, plus people from Darhan and Maoming's security department were mixed together, and this information was exchanged with each other.
With the sharing of information passed from person to person, the strength of Zhao Ming and his subordinates suddenly increased.
Moreover, word-of-mouth transmission of information was very distorted. Later, news spread that Zhao Ming and two hundred people from the Zhensong Army defeated the tens of thousands of troops from Outer Mongolia.
Now everyone is more afraid than in awe of Mr. Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming also heard that people below mentioned this phenomenon, but he didn't care about it at all.
Sometimes appropriate fear is most applicable in the moment, when a benevolent leader is least useful.
Aksha is a herdsman in the Maoming'an Department and the former captain of the trading team of the Maoming'an Department.
Although the main trade decisions of Maoming'an Department are made by Wang Beibei and the old village owner from above, he is the one who actually implements them.
His reputation among the tribes was not good, and his reputation among the more than twenty tribes along the way was even worse.
This is normal, after all, he is doing the dirty work.
Of course he was happy to do this, because he was originally the son of a lowly Mongolian woman.
The son born to a poor tribe member in the tribe was bought by Maoming Anbu. Later, his father had another son with a native woman of the tribe. He often became a tool for his father to vent his anger when he was drunk.
He has been holding his breath for a long time, and with his eloquent ability, he successfully joined the trade team.
After several trades, he squeezed the interests of other tribes to gain more benefits for the Maoming Anbu, allowing him to be reused.
In this way, he took the position of captain of the trading team, a responsibility he enjoyed very much.
Because this allows him to show off his power in front of various small tribes. As long as he has the tiger skin of Maoming Anbu on his body, he can even play with the women of other small tribes.
In recent years, he has also used his position as captain of the trading team to pursue a lot of private interests. He likes the oceans that make clear sounds.
His childhood life often made him feel insecure, and these oceans could give him that.
To say that the richest person in the entire Maoming'an Department may be the old village owner Wang Beibei or Beishan, but this may not be the case.
After all, much of their wealth belonged to the entire tribe, and what was his was his.
It's just that the Outer Mongols suddenly attacked and messed up everything, but instead of resenting the Outer Mongols, he aimed his hatred at Zhao Ming!
Everything is the fault of the new Director Zhao. If he hadn't broken the pattern here, he wouldn't have been ruined.
He hurriedly fled to the closed Huozhongtun, followed by a large group of people crowded into the cowshed, which made him even more angry.
And all his white flowers were confiscated by the hateful Chief Zhao and his people.
But he didn't dare to say anything at that time.
As he walked out of the bullpen and gathered in front of the open grassland with a large group of people, he secretly curled his lips inwardly as he listened to what Chief Zhao said.
Chief Zhao seems to be describing the current predicament, hum! Didn't you bring it?
However, when he heard that Chief Zhao mentioned the integration of materials and the temporary collection of all grain and grass into the collective, and the unified distribution of grain and grass, he felt happy.
OK!
Isn't this courting death?
Sure enough, just when Akshay thought this, there was a burst of noise from the crowd, and it was obvious that everyone was very dissatisfied.
But Akshay was a little disappointed, because no one dared to go against the other party's decision, everyone was like a docile little sheep.
Just when he was a little disappointed and waiting for the end of the meeting speech, suddenly a name was shouted from above.
"Akshay!"
After calling out, as if no one responded, the other party called out again, "Akshay! Who is Akshay?"
"I am me!"
Akshay was a little confused and hesitated for a moment before raising his hand.
Because many of his fellow tribesmen had already turned their attention to him, and if he didn't raise his hands, he would still be picked out.
I couldn't help but feel very uneasy, wondering what kind of trouble this Chief Zhao was going to make.
"Are you Aksha? Well, great! I heard that you used to be the captain of the trade team of Maoming'an Department. I believe you have great experience in management.
From now on, you will be the quartermaster of our Chabei Joint Department, and you will be solely responsible for the daily food and grass rations. Do you have any objections? "
Listening to the appointment from his superior, Chief Zhao, Aksha was a little dazed, but his eyes soon started to light up.
"I...I have no objection!"
Although he had a vague feeling that this position might not be a good job, another voice was also telling him that this was a fat job!
Any position involving logistics, no matter how big or small, is a fat job!
As for what Zhao Ming said at the beginning of the meeting about the current shortage of food and grass, he just dismissed it as a fart.
Those in power always like to fool the people. When he was running business, he often fooled small tribes for profit.
He likes money as well as power, because with power comes money.
Inexplicably, he felt that Chief Zhao in front of him seemed to be becoming more amiable.
