Cheng Hui immediately stood up and complained: "The director, he is the one who has decided the benefits of our factory, and he won't give me any money after I finish eating!"
"That's too much!" The director turned to scold Fan Guangyao: "Hurry up and give the money to others!"
"I, I..." Fan Guangyao looked aggrieved and was about to cry. Suddenly, he saw Cheng Hui standing behind the director and winking at him.
Fan Guangyao suddenly came to his senses and recognized who the man wearing a hat and scarf was.
He immediately said: "Here, here! The director asked the newspaper company to settle the account for me, and I will have the money to give to Director Cheng, right away!"
This director happens to be responsible for coordinating the financial issues between various factories, and is responsible for accounting.
Director... He also recognized who owed the debt, Director Fan of the printing factory.
There was a bit of a mess in the accounts between the printing house and the newspaper.
One wants to pay for the newspapers sold, and the other wants to collect money for the newspapers printed. They argue every day.
The director immediately regretted, why did he talk right after entering the door? At least see the person clearly first before speaking.
"Director, look at him, he just makes excuses not to give me money!" Cheng Hui said.
Fan Guangyao also said: "Director, you know me best. I really have no money! The newspaper company is too much. It owes me money every quarter. It adds up to a lot of money. You have to make the decision for me!"
"Director, Director Fan owes me 100,000 yuan. Without this money, I won't have the money to buy production materials and produce the 800,000 yuan order for the aircraft factory. Director Pan was urging me during dinner last night," Cheng Hui said.
The director, who had a head as big as two heads, glanced at Cheng Hui and said to Fan Guangyao: "Let's go, follow me to the newspaper office to ask for the money. At least part of it will be returned, and we can settle Director Cheng's account."
Fan Guangyao nodded repeatedly: "Absolutely!"
Cheng Hui asked: "Director, what are you here for? My uncle Zhang has decided on a few roast ducks? Three? I will send them right away!"
The director suddenly turned into a smiling face. Yesterday he actually went back to ask and support Cheng Hui. The leader admitted that he did say it!
He also told him some stories about Cheng Hui.
I helped the machinery factory solve the problem of imported machines worth 100 US dollars, and built machines worth hundreds of thousands of dollars for the enamel factory. Now the boss is holding a meeting to promote it nationwide.
A new paper machine was modified for the paper mill.
Zhao Daxing said that whether the CNC machine tool can be copied depends on whether Cheng Gong is available.
Pan Lijun also said that whether a new helicopter can be made depends on the engineers.
She is still a military wife, and her husband is in the most dangerous department. It is not certain whether he can come back...
They must protect such an important person!
Don't let her be frustrated or burdened, let her have more time and energy to study the machine.
If it were before, the director would just take care of Cheng Hui for the leader's sake, give her face, help her with a little help, and don't think too much about anything else.
But now, as long as it's not against the principles, I'll help if I can.
Paying back debts is a matter of course!
"The leader said, you don't need to give us three. All losses are money. We can't let you lose money. If the cost is enough, just give us two." The director smiled.
Cheng Hui also laughed. Leader Zhang was willing to take advantage of this, but he would not treat her as an outsider.
Other departments will also take note of this, and they will have to think twice about meeting her in the future.
"Okay, I will definitely pick the fattest ones and send them to our unit now!" Cheng Hui said.
The director was not polite: "Go ahead. When you come back, I will definitely get your money back!"
"Thank you, director! Oh, by the way, let's not go empty-handed, let's get some roast ducks for the people in the newspaper office to try!"
Cheng Hui asked someone to stuff 20 roast ducks into the director's car.
As for where these roast ducks ended up, she didn't care.
Fan Guangyao glanced at Cheng Hui with complicated eyes before getting in the car.
I thought Xiao Cheng was bullying someone, but it turned out that he was helping him.
He didn't even have the confidence to recover the bad debts from the newspaper. In the end, it was just a matter of words.
Thanks to all the little ideas he had in the past, none of them were implemented! Otherwise, I might start begging for food by now.
"Xiao Cheng, about the Spring Festival couplets..." He hasn't forgotten it yet!
"You come back quickly. If it is before noon, you will have enough time, otherwise you will be delayed for another day." Cheng Hui said.
"Catch, hit!" As long as he is willing to teach him, he will be relieved.
After they left, Cheng Hui really started to pick up the roast duck and deliver it to the provincial party committee.
Yu Baolai said out of consideration for his customers: "Why don't you give one as a gift first and the other one before the end of the year? This way they can have something fresh to eat during the Chinese New Year. The frozen ones won't taste good."
Cheng Hui said: "I just want to give it away now so that they can come back and buy new ones years ago."
Yu Baolai... When he saw Cheng Hui talking like an uncle and looking considerate of others, he thought...
"Ahem." Guo Dajun said: "You will know in the future that we, Director Cheng, only have our own people in our hearts. We are our own people."
He patted Yu Baolai's shoulder with a look on his face that said you were lucky.
But there was still something urgent. He said: "Did you kill too many ducks? There are 40,000 raw ducks in stock now. We only roasted 10,000 ducks in the past two days. I wonder if they can be sold in some department stores." Moved...."
They used to sell cakes, and department stores sold thousands of cakes a day. That was about ten cakes per person on average, but only a few hundred people could actually afford to buy them every day.
And there are only a few hundred people in the city.
Nowadays, the department stores in several districts sell more than 10,000 pieces in total, which is a bit difficult.
After all, 8 yuan is enough to make a piece of clothing, and you can buy about 10 kilograms of meat if you have meat coupons.
Therefore, even if ordinary people have this money in their hands, ordinary people who know how to live well will not choose to buy roast duck.
"It's really difficult to count on ordinary people. No one is rich." Cheng Hui said: "So I don't expect them to pay out of their own pockets. They still have to rely on the factory to provide benefits."
But several factories she was familiar with had all been wiped out by her~~
She didn't even look for Zhao Daxing or Song Xilai because she knew they had no money.
You can't shave off a sheep's hair.
Fan Guangyao, that's because the Spring Festival couplets are really a big cake. If you give out such a big cake, she will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't get bald!
And unlike Zhao Daxing and Song Xilai, this person did not regard her as his niece.
If not, who will!
But he is bald now, and he will have to wait until next year for his hair to grow back.
"I'll switch to a sheep. There are a lot of fat sheep outside." Cheng Hui said.
"What?" Yu Baolai didn't understand.
Guo Dajun said: "Go quickly, go quickly!"
Cheng Hui took the roast duck he picked to the provincial party committee.
There are not many members in the provincial committee, only a hundred or so, they are not considered a sheep at all.
Besides, she wouldn’t dare to pick it up even if it was covered in fur, and it would be too late to feed it!
Cheng Hui went around the offices again, handing out benefits in person, and looking familiar.
Leader Zhang was in a meeting, but she didn't go there. She simply left and went to find another fat sheep.
