Yan Houping is a person who can't hide his thoughts, and his expression as if the sky is about to fall betrays him, making Ke Shixiu feel that his thoughts are heavy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The meal at noon was not fragrant, like chewing wax. Sullen and preoccupied!

"Houping, what are you doing?" Ke Shixiu held the rice bowl, saw that something was wrong at a glance, and guided her husband to pour out the depression in her heart.

"It's easier said than done! Don't deceive me!" Yan Houping seemed to have no head and no brains, and he had a sense of existence under the bubble, without complaining, blaming, or hating his colleagues in the factory.

"There is a process for everything! It varies greatly from person to person, so it's good to get used to it. "Ke Shixiu is a manager in the end, and he has rich experience in ideological work.

"Say it and let me listen to it too, one person counts the short, and the other counts the long. Ke Shixiu knocked on the side and asked her husband if there was anything unsatisfactory.

"No one buys tofu dregs!" Yan Houping said in frustration. I felt that there was no hope for this matter, so I ran for a long time, and once I raised the money, I changed my face, so I didn't need to talk about it.

Not to mention happily talking about the transaction price, if you want money, you can't do it, how to talk about it.

Yan Songjie swept all this into his eyes, and his father was the deputy director of the factory to promote success by himself, and he drove the ducks to the shelves! The tofu scum also offered to sell it for money.

In addition, Yan Songjie has a shortcoming [Special Care Short], you can insult me, let's spit on ourselves. Don't insult my family, because I'm going to cut the grass to the roots.

It is the son of the lobster bureau to end, the opportunity for Zhong Wushuang. Dad's helpless expression made Yan Songjie feel guilty and uneasy, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

Hurriedly finished the meal: "Dad, Mom! you use it slowly~." Rushing back to his room, Yan Songjie called on the walkie-talkie: "Brother Zhao, you go to Zhong Wushuang ...... immediately."

"Boss Zhao, how many lobsters do you want?" Zhong Wushuang looked at Zhao Deping, who suddenly came to the door, but he couldn't be happy in his heart.

There are too few lobsters that meet the standards and take time to grow.

Zhong Wushuang suddenly woke up and hurriedly asked: "Boss Zhao! The contract doesn't say that the material will be fed, when will the material be delivered~." ”

"I came for this reason, you have been buying tofu residue from the tofu products factory opposite today and coming back to make lobster for serving. Zhao Deping smiled, pointed to the tofu products factory, and talked eloquently.

Zhong Wushuang's house is very close to the tofu products factory, about a few hundred meters away, which is clearly visible to the naked eye, and there are only countless vegetable fields in between, which can be quickly transported by board truck.

"Master, inquire, who do you have to buy tofu dregs?" Zhong Wushuang was accompanied by Zhao Deping and went to the tofu products factory to ask the doorman.

"Director Zhao! The factory is all managed by Director Zhao. "Uncle Janissary doesn't know that Yan Houping is in charge of this matter now.

"How do you find Director Zhao?" Although it is close, Zhong Wushuang has never been to the tofu products factory, so he needs to ask for the next way.

"Turn left at the door, the third room. The doorman was extremely familiar and blurted out.

"Lao Yan, how do you feel after going out to investigate in the morning?" Director Zhao had a horse face, and he hid a knife in his smile.

Yan Houping, who was loyal and honest, smiled on his face and stumbled under his feet.

Let Yan Houping be responsible for selling tofu dregs, which is to give him a dismount! Without three-thirds, how dare he go to Liangshan.

"Knock knock, is Director Zhao there?" a knock on the door outside interrupted what Yan Houping was about to say.

"We'll talk later. Director Zhao held the teacup and sat down: "Please come in!"

"Who is Director Zhao?" Zhong Wushuang and Zhao Deping came in and saw that there were two people who didn't know who Director Zhao was.

"Who are the two?" Director Zhao also saw these two faces, but he hadn't seen them.

"Oh! you are Director Zhao!" Zhong Wushuang took the initiative to ask Director Zhao: "We are here to buy tofu dregs, please~." ”

"Lao Yan, you should be responsible. When Director Zhao heard this, he was angry, what kind of thing, buying tofu scum to find Lao Tzu, and he had a small business with no money, which was boring.

Isn't it in charge of Yan Houping, just to see the good show.

"You two, please take a seat!" Yan Houping invited Zhong Wushuang and Zhao Deping to sit and talk.

"It's a small thing! No, it's just a matter of two sentences. Zhong Wushuang and Zhao Deping didn't sit down, they just stood. "Just ask, Director Yan, can you sell us this tofu scum for a penny/ten catties?"

"Yes!" was Yan Houping's voice.

And "Of course you can!" is the voice of Director Zhao.

"Okay! That's easy, ask more questions, can you send it to the ground?" Zhong Wushuang didn't want to drag him every day, and he couldn't die of thousands of catties.

"Is it far away?" Yan Houping didn't know where they were going to send it, so he asked hurriedly.

"Opposite Tuanjie Village, the fish pond of the head of Zhong Village. Zhong Wushuang reported out of his house.

"Oh! Village Chief Zhong's fish pond, know! know!" Director Zhao took over the topic with a smile on his face.

"It's not far away, but how much do you want? Director Zhao intervened directly, and he knew the Zhong family.

"How much do you have?" Zhao Deping also asked Director Zhao in turn.

"Are we?" Director Zhao thought for a while and looked at Yan Houping: "Old Yan cares about this, ask him." ”

"Not necessarily, between 3,000 catties and 4,000 catties. Yan Houping specially understood.

"This price is ten catties per penny, and three or four thousand catties a day is only thirty or forty yuan a day. Zhong Wushuang thought about it and asked Zhao Deping what to do.

"We don't want much, about thirty or forty dollars. But to sign a contract, you have to send it every day. Zhao Deping chewed the words and spoke according to the contract.

"About thirty or forty catties, and send it to the ground!" Director Zhao was not interested when he heard it: "Lao Yan! You should take care of it, you have the final say." ”