The supply and marketing cooperatives in the provincial capital have always been arrogant, and they don't worry about selling things here, and those factories have to look at their faces if they don't supply them in time. As the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, Zhai Huayuan is more qualified than the director of most factories in the provincial capital.

But he was a cautious man.

He once wrote a letter to the teacher, just a mediocre greeting letter, after stuffing the letter into the mailbox, he suddenly remembered that there was a punctuation error, stunned to go home and take a stack of documents back, stay at the post box and wait for the post office to open the mailbox, take the certificate to prove his identity, and successfully take the letter back and write it again.

He is in charge of a huge supply and marketing cooperative, and if he doesn't match the accounts of a penny, he can check it with the accountant for three days and three nights until he gets that penny back.

Now some people say that he treats his comrades differently and that he hides new flowers and only sells them to the family members of the leaders...... He didn't dare to carry this big black cauldron!

So, Zhai Huayuan began to inquire everywhere about the source of the new head flower, wanting to prove his innocence.

He knew the directors of many factories, but he soon learned the source of this batch of head flowers - Zheng Lirong.

Zhai Huayuan didn't hesitate, directly asked Zheng Lirong's phone number and called her.

Zheng Lirong is starting to arrange for the younger brothers to spread the news of the source of the head flower at the moment, and as soon as she started, Zhai Huayuan sent it to the door by herself.

Zheng Lirong didn't recognize Zhai Huayuan, and after hearing him report to his home, she hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Director Zhai, to be honest, I don't know which factory produced this flower, it was given to me by a young sister of mine, and I didn't need these fancy things when I was old, so I gave it to a few uncles' sisters."

Zhai Huayuan was suddenly lost.

The news that he finally heard was cut off like this?

That's not going to work!

He could only ask with a shy face, "Comrade Zheng, can you ask where your sister went to the countryside?"

"It's not far, Lan County, Ten Mile Brigade, her name is Lin Nianhe, if you are ......?"

"Okay, thank you!"

The phone hung up.

Zheng Lirong held the phone receiver and sighed helplessly: "This Director Zhai won't ask for more phone numbers?"

She chuckled and shook her head, dialing the number of the Ten Mile Brigade.

It was Li Dahe who answered the phone, and before he waited a while, Lin Nianhe came.

"Hey, Sister Lirong?"

"It's me, girl." Zheng Lirong said with a smile, "Director Zhai of the supply and marketing cooperatives called me just now, I told him where you went to the countryside, and it is estimated that he will send someone to ask you."

Lin Nianhe was puzzled: "He didn't ask for the phone number of the brigade headquarters?"

"I didn't ask, I was in a hurry when I heard the address."

"Tsk...... Temper tantrum." Lin Nianhe blinked his eyes and smiled.

Temperamental people are good, especially good.

"Will I add fuel to your fire?" All of me have been gathered together."

"Don't, don't make a big deal out of a flower, that's fine."

"Okay, are Shanshan and Xiaojun obedient? Didn't you make a mess of it?"

"No, the two of them are very well-behaved, hey, by the way, let me tell you, two days ago, our village held a happy event, Xiaojun and he ......."

Lin Nianhe picked up the interesting stories of the two children and told them to Zheng Lirong, and chatted with her for a few words before hanging up the phone.

She put down the earpiece and met Li Dahe's burning gaze.

Lin Nianhe consciously confessed: "The matter of the head flower, the order has come to the door."

Li Dahe rubbed his hands, a little nervous: "Just that little thing, if you don't eat or drink, can you really sell it?"

"Just because you don't like it doesn't mean that others don't like it," Lin Nianhe said, "If I really can't sell it, do I dare to let the textile factory stop the quilt cover production line to make hair flowers?" You can just do it, maybe our head flower can still be exported to earn foreign exchange!"

"It's good to be able to sell it to the provincial capital!"

Li Dahe didn't believe that a small head flower could still be exported to earn foreign exchange.

Lin Nianhe didn't argue with him, picked up the phone and dialed Wang Xiao's number.

"Hello,

I'm Wang Xiao." Wang Xiao's voice was serious.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Wang, I'm Lin Nianhe."

As soon as he heard this, Wang Xiao's tone immediately turned one hundred and eighty degrees: "Oops! Xiaolin, you haven't been here for a few days, don't you like to go out when it's cold? I'm thinking I'll take a two-day break and see you!"

Lin Nianhe said: "Thank you Uncle Wang for your concern, I'm fine, but I have been busy with happy events in the village recently, and I can't get out of it for a while."

"Congratulations!" Wang Xiao congratulated him directly without asking what it was, he laughed twice, and couldn't help but clear his throat and said, "Xiaolin, after all these days, why hasn't there been any movement at all?"

He wanted to be a leader whose face did not change when Mount Tai collapsed, but his heart was like a cat scratching, and he couldn't calm down at all.

Lin Nianhe smiled and said, "I called you just for this matter, the supply and marketing cooperatives in the provincial capital should send people over in the next two days, if you find our textile factory, you will ......."

"Kobayashi! You wait! I'm going to look for you!"

The phone hung up again.

Lin Nianhe looked at the earpiece, then at Li Dahe, and sighed helplessly: "It's not me who is behind the leader, but Uncle Wang is really easy to get excited, not as steady as you, Uncle Captain."

Li Dahe rolled his eyes at her: "Don't slap me here!" As he said this, the corners of his mouth raised.

Of course, Wang Xiaoyan can't compare with him, this is not more obvious than the lice on the bald head!

When Wang Xiao arrived at the Shili Brigade, Lin Nianhe was taking a Chinese class.

He didn't think much of it at all, pushed the door and went straight into the first-grade classroom.

"Xiaolin, you ...... first."

Wang Xiao looked at Lin Nianhe's cool eyes, quickly swallowed back what he wanted to say, and changed his words: "You go to class first, class first...... I'll go and wait in the back."

Wang Xiao pitifully went to the empty seat at the end and sat down.

Lin Nianhe retracted his gaze and continued to class.

Wang Xiao looked forward to it, looked forward to it, and felt that it had been a hundred years before she heard the electric ringtone.

He is like the naughtiest student in the class, he jumped out as soon as the class bell rang, and unlike the bad student, his destination was not the playground, but Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe looked at his eager appearance, pretended to shake his head helplessly, sighed, and said to the children, "Let's get out of class first, and the rest of the content will be taught tomorrow."

"Goodbye, teacher—"

One by one, the children closed their books, put on their hats and ran out of the classroom.

Lin Nianhe said to Wang Xiao at this time, "Actually, the rest of the content can be finished in two minutes."

Wang Xiao rubbed his hands and said, "My fault, my fault, if the negotiation with the provincial supply and marketing cooperatives is completed this time, I will give our village a small batch of ten tons of coal!"

And such a good thing to send to the door?

Lin Nianhe blew the chalk ash on his hand without changing his face, and pouted: "I understand, what the leader means is that if our village wants to live better, it all depends on the efficiency of the textile factory...... Tsk, those who don't know think that our village is a school for the children of a textile factory."

What Wang Xiaoxuan is most afraid of now is not that his daughter is splashing with him, but that Lin Nianhe is not called "uncle".

His smile froze at the corner of his mouth, slapped his thigh, and quickly changed his words: "Look at me, I'm so happy that I can't speak!" I mean, when the two of us finish discussing the little things of the provincial supply and marketing cooperative, I will go back and send another ten tons of coal to our village...... You can't be bitter about your child!"