Although Deng Hua is not very clear about what happened to the grassroots supply and marketing cooperatives, it is an indisputable fact that the grassroots supply and marketing cooperatives are declining. Enterprises with similar fates to supply and marketing cooperatives in this era abound in China, and they are by no means an isolated case.

This is certainly the throes of the country's transition period, but it is not necessarily without human factors. is like the supply and marketing cooperatives in front of me, there is only one salesperson in it, dealing with a pair of mother and daughter, and three salesmen, chatting together, and disdainful of talking to Ye Yingxuan and Deng Gongzi who came in.

As soon as Ye Yingxuan frowned, he was about to have a seizure, Deng Hua coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "Manager Ye, don't you want to see the most authentic grassroots supply and marketing cooperatives?"

"Real grassroots supply and marketing cooperatives?" This proposal made Ye Yingxuan's eyes shine, and all women who are greedy for vanity are more and more looking forward to the occurrence of the legendary story. Deng Gongzi's proposal just aroused the woman's curiosity, "Why don't they ignore us?"

Deng Hua replied softly: "You and my outfits, it is impossible to buy items here, so naturally there is no need to deal with you and me." However, the service attitude of the salesman here can also be seen, at least say hello, or should you be!"

"Oh!" the woman was noncommittal to Deng Gongzi's words, strolling around the supply and marketing cooperative, shopping is a woman's favorite, although there is nothing to see here, after all, it can be regarded as a store.

The goods in the counter were scattered, and the shelves were not even full, and two people walked to the counter. Although the goods are clean, the liner paper under the goods is very old, and some places have been damaged.

There is a teapot with a bit of a notched spout and a matching teacup, which is obviously not porcelain from the same factory in the same period. The glass side of the counter, almost a single section is intact, each one is pieced together, and even one piece, missing a corner, is replaced with yellow paper!

The only customer in the pair was buying flannel fabric, which was in a big market in the countryside and the farmers thought it was wear-resistant and strong. Deng Gongzi's eyes were sharp, and he found that when the salesman was measuring the ruler, he would exert a lot of strength every time he pulled the fabric, but when he poured the ruler, he would quietly retract a little.

This subtle movement, the mother and daughter obviously also found out, and the daughter frowned: "Auntie, if you measure like this, we won't be enough when we go back." ”

"What do you say?" the salesman blushed, but did not admit it, looking confident, "That's how we sell fabrics, we love to buy or not! I'm afraid it's not enough, if we pull half a foot more, we won't have everything!"

The mother sighed and pulled her daughter, obviously to calm things down: "Pull it, pull it, it's already too much, every time I shrink the ruler, I've long been used to it!"

As if he hadn't heard his mother's words, the salesman took out the scissors from behind and retracted them about an inch from the place where the measuring tape had just been placed. With a "stab" sound, the fabric was not torn straight away, but deviated three inches to the side that had passed the foot!

Deng Hua watched the salesman's movements coldly, and a wave of anger rose in his heart. Judging by the clothes of the mother and daughter, it is clear that they are definitely not wealthy families, and the clothes of the two of them are at least more than three years. The patched cuffs of the mother's cuffs have been worn apart once more, forming a very clear raw edge.

The elbows and shoulders, also patched, are not yet a fabric. Although my daughter's clothes have no raw edges or patches, and are still clean, they are also very old. The shoes on the feet of the mother and son are all hand-sewn by the women in the mountains.

During the war years, this kind of mille-feuille bottom used to be the most sincere affection that the people in the old area contributed to their soldiers. But these shoes, in this era, are definitely not a fashion style, and they are even just a last resort choice for ordinary people.

The salesperson does this, and for the mother and daughter, it probably means that the upper of a pair of shoes is gone. Sure enough, the daughter was annoyed: "You are too much! How can you use it when you go back like this? We won't buy this fabric!"

"Don't buy it?" Hearing this, the three salesmen who were chatting on the side all rushed over, each with a nose that was not a nose and a face, as if they were not facing customers, but enemies, "If you don't buy it, you won't buy it if you want to?"

The daughter was so angry by the attitude of several salesmen that her face was flushed: "You dare! If you dare not return the money, I will ......."

"What about you?" the salesman of the measuring tape looked disdainful, "If you have the ability, you can go and sue Wow! Don't worry, I won't run, I'm just waiting for you here, go and sue, do you have any ticket money? Do you need me to donate a penny to you?"

The mother, who had been forbearing, finally couldn't bear the salesman's humiliation of her daughter: "Comrade, it's so wrong for you to be like this, I've already done a lot of calculations, but you are tearing the fabric like this, how can I use it when I go back?"

"There's no way," the seller ignored him, fiddling with his fingernails, "The supply and marketing association has a rule, and the cloth ruler is to be counted on our heads." ”

The daughter was so angry that she trembled: "Then you can't pull it with your hands, can't you cut it with scissors?"

The salesperson simply turned around and chatted with a few colleagues, not paying any attention to the mother and daughter. The mother and daughter looked at the fabric on the counter, and it was not possible to take it away, nor was it to take it away, and their hearts were very entangled. For the countrymen, pulling the fabric is a big event, and making new clothes is usually only available during the New Year's Festival.

But being tossed by the salesman like this, I'm afraid that no one will have a happy mood, only a stuffy stomach left! In the end, the mother sighed and began to fold the fabric, Ye Yingxuan didn't seem to have the idea of stepping forward, Deng Hua walked over: "Please wait a minute!"

Ye Yingxuan in the back frowned, obviously not wanting Deng Gongzi to be troublesome, for a woman, just a little less fabric is not a thing at all. Manager Ye looked at his watch, he originally planned to go to a few more places today, but he didn't expect Deng Hua to have nothing to do!

That's right, in Ye Yingxuan's mind, whether it's a little short of fabric, or the attitude of the salesperson is rude, it has nothing to do with her, a high-ranking manager. Women never think that a leader should manage those trivial things, and the leader is to make decisions about those big events!

I heard the salesman shout regardless of it: "Hey, hey, where did you come from?

Ye Yingxuan was very impatient, most tired of the small citizens quarreling, and they all had no quality. Always have to quarrel over messy things, regardless of the occasion and environment, just like now, quarrel at the post.

"Hmph, the reason why the supply and marketing cooperatives system is becoming decadent is largely caused by you people!" Deng Hua is not polite, this kind of person is not worth being polite, "One day in the future, the supply and marketing cooperatives will go bankrupt and you will be laid off and unemployed, and I hope you don't complain, or review what you have done today!"