"I'm sorry, old comrade, our factory director went to the capital last week, and he is not in the factory."

"Huh? And when will he come back?"

"I got on the train yesterday and should be back in two days...... Comrade, why don't I take you to the clinic first?"

"No, no......"

「……」

"Oh, Director Zhai, look up for a long time...... Hair flowers, you say? That's the new workshop of our Lanxian textile factory, but I can't take care of this, you have to wait for the old plan to come back."

"Two days before he comes back?"

"Yes, the train early yesterday morning will arrive at noon the day after tomorrow...... Director Zhai, why don't I take you to the health center first?"

"No, no......"

「……」

"Old comrade, you are hurt...... Why don't you wait and I'll accompany you to the police station?"

Hearing this, Zhai Huayuan's forehead and muscles flared up.

He walked for almost three hours as if he was in a hurry, and whoever saw him told him to go to the health center, and now that he is at the health center, he asked him to go to the police station?

Zhai Huayuan was so depressed that he couldn't do it, but he also knew that the doctor had good intentions, so he gritted his teeth, he endured his irritability and said, "No need, I'm just ...... I just came out of the police station."

He originally wanted to say that he just fell, but after thinking about it, the doctor is a professional, and what kind of injury he has can be seen at a glance.

In order to avoid further words, he chose to tell another lie.

It can't be regarded as a lie, the Ten Mile Brigade does have public security.

Zhai Huayuan took medicine, went to a state-run restaurant to eat, and called the supply and marketing cooperatives to inform them that he had to go back two days late, so he dragged his body to find a guest house.

Two days later.

Zhai Huayuan woke up early in the morning, ate two nests in a state-run restaurant, and walked around the streets and alleys.

He actually wanted to rush directly to the gate of the textile factory and wait, but he knew that the train from the capital to Lanxian would not arrive until noon, and it would be in vain to go now, and the matter could not be done, and it would cause trouble to the comrades in the textile factory.

He has had a really hard time in the past two days, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as impatient. At this time, the physical pain saved him, and the pain was more distracting than anything, which made him barely better.

As he walked, Zhai Huayuan suddenly saw the supply and marketing cooperative.

He patted his head, annoyed.

He was also stunned, and he forgot to come to the supply and marketing cooperative!

The supply and marketing cooperatives in Lan County are much smaller than those in the provincial capital, selling basic necessities, and many counters are still empty.

Zhai Huayuan found the salesperson and asked her, "Comrade, I heard that there is a new head flower?" Can you show me?"

The salesman didn't even lift his eyelids, and impatiently placed a foot-long, smooth-sanded, varnished wooden stake on the counter.

Zhai Huayuan: "......?" What does this mean?

The salesman was knitting a sweater, and without looking up, he said, "It's not sold."

"This ......"

Zhai Huayuan was helpless, looked at the wood, and didn't understand what it was used for for a while.

He was about to leave when the salesman looked up as if he remembered something, and his eyes flashed when he saw his wounded face.

She cleared her throat, suppressed her nervousness, and continued to knit the sweater, but the words in her mouth increased: "I said comrade, you came too late, the hair flower arrived the day before yesterday, and you only came now?"

Zhai Huayuan's footsteps stopped, he looked at the salesman in astonishment, and asked out of professional instinct, "How many goods have you entered?"

"How can that be said?" The salesperson said nonchalantly, "Within half an hour of the notice being posted, the queue lined up for dozens of meters...... If you come a little later, the wood will be gone."

Zhai Huayuan habitually took out his documents and looked at the salesman with burning eyes: "Comrade, I am the director of the provincial supply and marketing cooperative, and I asked you about the sales situation for the sake of work, so you should cooperate with me and help each other, okay?"

"Huh? Provincial supply and marketing cooperatives?" Sales

The officer put down his sweater, took the document and looked at it carefully.

Zhai Huayuan's eyes were full of anticipation, and he felt that he would be able to get an answer soon.

As a result, the salesman turned his head and lowered his face again, and said in a weird manner: "Then you go directly to our director and ask *** what?" I'm just a small salesperson, or a salesperson guarding a bunch of empty counters, but I don't dare to help each other with you, the director."

Zhai Huayuan: "......"

And he said.

Lin Zhiqing is a good person in Quanlan County!

Zhai Huayuan took a deep breath to stabilize her mood and asked her, "Then where is the director of your supply and marketing cooperative?"

"I'm going to the city," the salesman continued, "Our little shabby place can't compare to the provincial supply and marketing cooperatives, you have countless factories rushing to deliver goods, and if we want to buy more books, paper, we have to beg our director to ask grandpa to tell grandma."

Zhai Huayuan: "......"

What's up?

The leader of Quanlan County is Wang Xiao?

The salesman continued to complain: "Poor our children here, they were not born in a good place in a big city, and they finally read a book, but they can't buy a book, and they write a book in front of it, write it backwards, and eraser it for a new book...... Our farmer brothers here, if you want to buy a labor protection glove, you have to rely on luck, and you can't buy a pair for a year and a half, and the farm tools are even more uncomfortable when they are broken, and you can't buy new ones at all...... Not to mention the malt cream cream, I've never heard of it......

Zhai Huayuan: "......"

He hates complaining about work the most, because complaining is useless, and it is better to find a way to solve the problem when he has this time.

But why did this lesbian's complaint make him so sad?

He also knew that some things would not be sent to the supply and marketing cooperatives in small places, because they could not be sold at all. But the students didn't even have a book, and it was difficult for the farmers to want a new farm tool......

Zhai Huayuan has gone to college, read a lot of books, he has seen a lot of people, and knows a lot of things.

But at this moment, he was still on top.

He took out the work notes in his pocket, wrote down the phone number of his unit, and wrote the guest house where he lives now, thought about it, and wrote down the address of his home.

He tore off the paper and handed it to the salesman, and said sincerely, "Comrade, please pass this on to your director, and just say...... Let him tell me what he is short of, and I will allocate it to you from the share of the provincial supply and marketing cooperative, and let him contact me when he comes back."

It is much easier for him to buy more goods from various factories, and one phone call of his may be more effective than the director of this small supply and marketing cooperative.

The salesperson's eyes lit up, she instantly put on a smiling face, and took the paper with both hands and covered it in her palms: "Don't worry! I'll pass it on to our director! He'll be back this afternoon!"

Zhai Huayuan: "......?"

How did he feel that something was wrong?

Was he impulsive just now?

Just when Zhai Huayuan was thinking about life, the salesman lady happily answered his initial question: "The day before yesterday, we bought 3,000 flowers here, and they were sold out in the morning."

Zhai Huayuan blurted out, "What are you kidding!"