Jia Lei crossed the road and walked towards the gate of the printing house opposite. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by the old man in the communication room.

"What are you going to change when you don't go to play in the mud, go away, there's still a car here!" said the old man in the communication room.

"I buy things, I have money. Jia Lei took out a large stack of money from his pocket and showed it to him. There are three hundred yuan, and since the last time he bought wine, the money is not enough to spend, and he has to bring an extra hundred yuan when he goes out.

"Where did you get so much money? Isn't it stealing?" The old man who guarded the door immediately pulled him into the house, afraid that his money would be robbed, and more suspected that he was a thief.

Jia Lei rolled his eyes, turned around and shouted to call Sanni in.

"This is my aunt, we are both here now, I won't run! You let go of me, you see how I am dressed as a thief and I just got out of the government car, and many people on the other side recognize the license plate number. I'm here to do business!" Jia Lei said, and the old man let go, and Lei's arms were red.

"Son, it's not just about having money to do business here, it's also about having a stipend! Our factory is busy and doesn't take personal orders. The old man kindly told him.

"I'm not printing something, what are you doing? I'm just here to buy a few pieces of the God of Wealth. Jia Lei said.

"Pick up things, that's even worse! The planned materials need to have the above approval slip before they can be picked up. The old man said.

Speaking of which, it still needs to be approved!

Jia Lei was very irritable when he heard it, it was really difficult to find a source of goods in the era of planned economy. There is a shortage of materials everywhere, only less to sell, not less to buy.

"We don't have the approval slip, and we don't have the delivery certificate! But I know your factory manager. Jia Lei patted his small chest and said.

"You know our factory director, so tell me, what is the name of our factory director?" asked the old man in the communication room.

"Isn't your factory director just called Hua Lao-pick~" When he said the last word, Jia Lei's voice was an octave lower, which was terrible! He actually forgot the name of Director Hua, and blamed Jiang Dengjun for giving him blind science!

"Nonsense, our factory director didn't pick it! The family gave 10 catties of oil and a catty of meat during the Chinese New Year. The uncle in the communication room said unconvinced.

"It seems that you may really know our factory director, let me call and ask? What is your name?" asked the uncle in the communication room.

"My name is Jia Lei, and I am Mayor Zhao's godson. Jia Lei deliberately moved out of Mayor Zhao.

It seems that the efficiency of the printing factory is really good, and even the guard room has a telephone, which is much stronger than that of the textile factory.

Of course, Director Hua remembered Jia Lei, the person he had only met the day before yesterday, and he was not Alzheimer's, how could he forget.

Soon someone came and led them into the factory director's office, and Jia Lei saw Hua Laoli sitting behind the desk.

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Director Hua couldn't help frowning when he saw the people coming, he hated these second-generation officials the most, and they all relied on the face of their families to make trouble for him with various strips.

"Hello Uncle Hua, I'm Jia Lei! You gave me a set of encyclopedias the day before yesterday, remember?" Jia Lei asked for help, and immediately shamelessly took the initiative to go up and set it off.

"The children are so cute, of course I remember! Why did you come here today?" asked Director Hua.

"My dad Jia Aiguo was buried in the martyrs' cemetery today, and I happened to pass by here when I came back, so I came to see you. Jia Lei said.

"Ou! I almost forgot that you are still Jia Aiguo's son, he is really a hero, and I admire him very much! Everyone should learn from him and learn from his spirit of sacrificing his life to protect the interests of the country, and you, as his son, should inherit his spirit of taking the country as his home! Put the interests of the country before personal interests. Director Hua said something in his words.

Jia Lei is an old fritter in his thirties, and he can't hear the meaning of his words, isn't he afraid that he will take advantage of himself?

Jia Lei's face is thick enough, and he is stunned to put on a picture that I am a child! I don't understand what you are talking about.

"Director Hua, you are right! I will always put the interests of the country in the forefront, just like my father! I will be a good child of the motherland, the flower of the motherland, and the republic!" Jia Lei said with a solemn vow. Then he suddenly changed his style of painting and began to sell miserably.

"Uncle Hua, you also know that my father has passed away, and my mother has remarried and doesn't want me anymore! I'm an orphan now, and I'm very pitiful, so I want to start a small business to improve my life! The New Year is coming soon...... I want to buy new clothes too......" Jia Lei said in a choked voice, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

Jia Lei has made a lot of money, in order to strive for a realistic effect, he even bit his tongue fiercely, and forced himself to shed a few physiological tears.

His efforts were still rewarded, and Director Hua's attitude softened.

"Don't worry, the state won't ignore you! It may be that the pension above has not been paid yet, you wait!" Director Hua comforted Jia Lei and said.

"The money came down, but it wasn't much! You know that prices are rising every day, and my aunt came from the countryside to SH to take care of me. That little money is not enough for two people to spend, so I want to take advantage of the excitement of the Chinese New Year to do some small business!" Jia Lei turned around three times and two times and then turned the topic to business.

"Then what business do you want to do?" asked Director Hua.

When Jia Lei heard this, he finally let go of his hand that had been rubbing his eyes vigorously, and if he didn't rub his eyes, his tears would have stopped a long time ago.

"Isn't it almost the New Year! I want to get some couplets from you, plastic God of Wealth or something. Jia Lei said.

"It's such a trivial matter! The couplets are now gone, and the planned early approval is gone. However, there are still a batch of ghost prints in the plastic God of Wealth warehouse, and I will give them to you. Director Hua was finally generous.

There is no major problem with this batch of God of Wealth statues, but the bottom plate and color printing are not aligned, and the colors are running out of the frame and are a little ghosted. This does not meet the standards and can only be placed in the warehouse as a defective product to be recycled later. If you can't sell it for a few dollars, it's better to give it away.

"Director Hua, you misunderstood, I'm not here to ask for things, I'm here to buy things! I want good goods, not defective products, and I have brought all the money. After Jia Lei finished speaking, he took out the thick stack of three hundred yuan from his pocket.

Director Hua didn't expect that this was actually a person who didn't take advantage of it, but this way is better! Not only can it bring a new business to the factory, but it can also save the things in the warehouse, even if it is a lot of money to sell scrap products!

"Since you are doing business normally, why do you still come to me?" asked Director Hua.

Jia Lei touched his nose and was a little embarrassed!

"I'm not self-employed, I don't have a license! I don't have a unit certificate and I can't get the approval, so I want to go through the back door of your place to make it convenient!" Jia Lei said honestly.

"That's right, where do you have a note!" Director Hua nodded and said, and then he waved a big pen and gave a note to Jia Lei.

"You take this slip with money, and I ask the secretary to take you out of the warehouse to pick up a group of goods. Director Hua said.

"How much is a set of goods?" asked Jia Lei.

"1,200 large, medium and small models, enough for you to sell. Director Hua said with a smile.

"There are so many 1,000 sheets and 200 copies, what if I can't sell them? He won't be able to use them next year!" Jia Lei said anxiously.

"The statue of the God of Wealth is not a calendar, why can't it be used next year?" asked Director Hua puzzled.

"Doesn't it have this year's calendar on it? Jia Lei said.

"No! You must be mistaken, who would do that? In case the things printed this year don't sell, the rest won't be usable. What a waste! Our factory's plastic God of Wealth is very good, and it is guaranteed that you will use it for two years and still be the same as new. You don't need to buy new ones!" said Director Hua with great pride.

Hehe! There's nothing to be proud of.

If you don't need to replace it with a new one for several years in a row, who will you sell your goods to in the future? You still use non-degradable plastics, which will not rot if buried in the soil for 100 years.

Jia Lei suddenly understood why all the plastic gods of wealth in 30 years have dates! It turned out that it was to turn things with a particularly long shelf life into seasonal goods with only a one-year shelf life.

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Of course, these have nothing to do with Jia Lei, he is following the secretary on the way to the warehouse.

He is about to take the most basic step on the road of gold panning in his life and get his first pot of gold.