Qi Jie pulled the remaining rice porridge in the bowl into his mouth, then got up and came to Cao Guilan's side, and asked in a low voice:

"Mom, what's the matter with my Uncle Guo's gluten?"

Cao Guilan glanced at Qi Jie curiously:

"Don't you usually like to ask about adults? What's going on today? ”

Qi Jie smiled:

"It's not that I'm afraid of saying hello to people."

Cao Guilan is in the most gossip department of the steel mill, and she is somewhat tainted with some gossip style.

She lowered her voice and briefly said it to Qi Jie.

A few months ago, a man came to Guo Hongxing and said that he wanted to open an artificial meat factory in a town below, hoping that Guo Hongxing would help him buy some gluten.

In order to make Guo Hongxing trust, he paid a deposit of 300 yuan and took out the official seal of the artificial meat factory.

According to this person's description, artificial meat will be sold in rural markets in the future, so it is necessary to lay out in advance, hoping that Guo Hongxing will buy more.

Guo Hongxing immediately contacted a superior supplier, coordinated five tons of gluten from other places, and borrowed the railway transportation department of the steel mill to transport it.

But after the gluten was bought, the owner of the artificial meat factory suddenly couldn't be contacted.

Guo Hongxing went to that town on a special trip and found that there was no artificial meat factory.

He was deceived.

For months, he has been worrying about how to dispose of the five tons of gluten.

I chatted with Lao Qi a few times when I was fishing in the past, and that's how Cao Guilan knew.

Qi Jie glanced at Guo Hongxing sitting under the plane tree outside through the window, and shook his head helplessly.

Lao Guo is really a sincere person.

In these years, gluten is still an incidental product in flour production, and it has few uses, and is generally only used as an additive to high-gluten flour or bread flour.

Guo Hongxing came up and entered five tons, which was too aggressive.

Of course, it also has to do with the fact that he doesn't understand this thing.

"It seems that the director of the so-called artificial meat factory was arranged by Lao Guo's deputy...... This backstab is played beautifully. ”

In the early nineties, the transportation of materials was very difficult.

In particular, Maishu City, which is surrounded by mountains, does not even have a decent road.

Guo Hongxing spent so much effort to transport the gluten in, and if he wanted to transport it out, he would need to spend a greater price.

And more importantly, there have to be buyers.

Otherwise, his deputy doesn't have to do anything for the bad debts caused by these five tons of gluten, and he can replace Guo Hongxing at the end of the year.

"Lao Guo is a good person, go back and see if you can help him."

In his previous life, when Qi Yuanchao was lying on the hospital bed, Guo Hongxing would come to visit almost every day.

Don't say anything else, just rush at the friendship between him and Lao Qi, Qi Jie can't sit idly by.

Qi Jie cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and soaked them in the kitchen sink, and then came out to say hello to Guo Hongxing:

"Hello Uncle Guo."

Guo Hongxing hurriedly responded:

"Xiaojie, your suspension of pay is too arbitrary, even if you don't want to go to work, you have to find a way out first...... Why don't you go to work in the supply and marketing cooperatives these days? ”

He was worried that Qi Jie would not be able to find a job for a while, and planned to let Qi Jie go to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Anyway, the supply and marketing cooperatives are dead wages, so you don't have to do anything, just go to that station, if someone buys something, you will sell, and if no one buys, you will rest, and you will not be tired or hungry.

This was a very good position before the 90s.

Qi Jie smiled and waved his hand:

"Forget it, I'm not a good person, don't scare the customers of the supply and marketing cooperative."

He snorted and refused Guo Hongxing's invitation.

Seeing that Qi Jie's family had nothing to do, Comrade Guo didn't stay long, and after drinking a cup of tea, he said goodbye and left, and went back to work at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Qi Jie helped Cao Guilan dismantle and wash the futon, and helped Lao Qi to get the vegetable patch, and then pushed the bicycle out of the house.

"This kid, didn't he work the night shift last night, and he didn't say he would sleep for a while."

Cao Guilan looked at Qi Jie's back and muttered in a low voice.

Qi Yuanchao took out a cigarette and lit it:

He said that he was looking for a way to make money, and he had just left the factory, and his heart was high. Let him go, we are now more than 400 yuan a month, and we still can't support him? ”

In 91, the price rise slowed down, and Lao Qi's salary was reasonable.

So even if Qi Jie was very willful and left without pay, he still didn't take it to heart.

Cao Guilan nodded, and then said:

"Then you have to let him find a job, otherwise he will be so hanging, what will he take to marry a wife? Nowadays, young people need color TVs, refrigerators, and washing machines when they get married, and our little salary is not enough. ”

Qi Yuanchao smiled:

"It's okay, I'll just earn as much as I can."

Qi Jie rode his bicycle to the city center.

Maiju City is now just getting started, and the urban area is far less than that of later generations, and almost all commercial activities now revolve around Maishu Railway Station.

On the left side of the train station is the farmers' market, which was renovated last month, and on the right is the pedestrian street that was renovated after the Spring Festival.

Nowadays, these two places are overcrowded, and all kinds of stalls are next to each other, and the cries of selling are coming and going.

And the goods they sell are also different.

There are handicrafts made by yourself, a variety of agricultural products, wild vegetables dug from the mountains, and a variety of snacks.

Qi Jie left his bicycle at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, and then wandered around.

The snacks he focuses on.

There are still many types of snacks in this year, such as cold skin rice cakes, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, etc., as well as some fried jujube cakes, pea cakes, maltose and candy pinching people that are not very common in later generations.

Qi Jie looked around, and ate a bowl of cold skin with interest.

In this era, gluten was also put in the cold skin, but the source of gluten was not made from gluten, but washed out by washing gluten when making cold skin.

- It is an accessory product of Liangpi.

There is gluten in the restaurant, but those are oil-haired gluten wholesaled by the supply and marketing cooperatives from other places, and in terms of taste, it is very different from the handmade gluten of Shuifa.

"There's no hand gluten, which is a big find."

Qi Jie finished eating a bowl of cold skin in three or two bites, the snacks of this era are not fake, dare to come out and set up a stall, the taste is reasonable.

However, in Qi Jie's opinion, the chili oil of this cool skin is not very authentic, which lowers the taste of the cold skin.

After settling the bill, Qi Jie rode his bicycle and walked around all the streets of the city.

At half past ten in the morning, he returned to the pedestrian street again, bought some fried jujube cakes and a few other snacks, and walked into the gate of the Wuzhou Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

"Who are you looking for?!"

At this time, the supply and marketing cooperatives were permeated with an arrogant atmosphere from top to bottom.

Even the most ordinary salesman speaks with a kind of majesty of a police interrogator.

This sense of service can scare people away if they are timid...... Qi Jie muttered and said with a smile:

"I came to find my uncle, he is Director Guo Hongxing Guo."

After speaking, Qi Jie added:

"My uncle."

The attitude of the salesperson suddenly improved a lot:

"Director Guo is upstairs, let's go, I'll take you up...... The stairs are a bit steep, so you slow down. ”

On the third floor, the salesman stood at the door of an office, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then said sweetly:

"Director Guo, your nephew has come to see you."

Without waiting for a response from inside, Qi Jie pushed the door open, and said to Guo Hongxing with a smile:

"Uncle Guo, I've come to see you."

Guo Hongxing was still wondering, why did his nephew come back suddenly when he was a soldier in the Northeast at this time.

When I saw Qi Jie, I found out that it was this nephew.

He smiled and said:

"Xiaojie, come in, come in."

After the salesman closed the door and left, Qi Jie put the snacks he bought on Guo Hongxing's desk:

"Uncle Guo, you try it, I bought it for you on purpose, it's delicious."

Guo Hongxing was a little surprised.

When he was in the Qi family just now, this kid wasn't so enthusiastic.

Why is it suddenly like this now?

Do you really want to come to work in the supply and marketing cooperative?

He happened to be a little hungry at this time, and he didn't be polite to Qi Jie, so he tore open the kraft paper wrapped in fried jujube cake and took a bite:

"Well, the taste is crispy, the jujube fragrance is rich, and it is really delicious."

After eating two bites, he beckoned Qi Jie to sit down, and then asked curiously:

"What's wrong Xiaojie? If you need help from your uncle, just say it. ”

Qi Jie said with a smile:

"Uncle, can you give me the five tons of gluten in your warehouse?"

Guo Hongxing waited for Qi Jie to speak, and then arranged for him to work in the supply and marketing cooperative.

But he didn't expect him to be thinking about the gluten in the warehouse.

This......

Guo Hongxing said with some embarrassment:

"Xiaojie, gluten is not cheap, the cost price is more than five cents, five tons...... Do you have that much money to buy? ”

He was curious as to why Qi Jie had suddenly become interested in gluten.

"I don't have any money."

Qi Jie said it rightly.

Without waiting for Guo Hongxing to speak, he said again:

"I want to leave on credit first and pay it off within a month...... Uncle Guo, take a gamble. ”

Guo Hongxing suddenly felt that the jujube cake in his hand was not fragrant.

He followed Qi Jie's words and asked:

"Bet on what?"

"Bet I can get rid of this gluten...... I'll have to ask you to help me buy the goods in the future. ”

Guo Hongxing was very embarrassed.

The arrears of various units to the supply and marketing cooperatives have already made him anxious.

Now Qi Jie has come to gluten on credit again.

Although he has a headache about the disposal of this batch of gluten, he doesn't want to give it to others for nothing.

After all, the accounts are not right, but it affects his career.

Seeing that his expression was a little hesitant, Qi Jie lowered his voice and said:

"Uncle, think about it, you are going down, who is the most beneficial to the supply and marketing cooperative? This is a game, you can either be led by the nose, or you can trust me and let me create a little miracle for you. ”