Chapter 100 Delivery from the Agricultural Machinery Factory

Chapter 100: Delivery from the Agricultural Machinery Factory (Seeking First Subscriptions)

The sentence was incoherent and lacked context.

Chen Youfu, already in a hurry, exploded on the spot, turning around and yelling, "Li Xuejun, didn't you see there was a meeting?"

"Section Chief Zhou, the goods are difficult to move upstairs, so Section Chief Lin asked me to come and inform him."

Li Xuejun paused for a moment, then turned and left after saying that.

"I'm going back to my post now."

"Sigh—" Zhou Daguo sighed, glancing sideways at his eldest apprentice with a cold look in his eyes, "How many times have I told you, we purchasing people can't wear our temper on our sleeves."

"Master, I... I got anxious too." Chen Youfu came to his senses, raised his hand and slapped himself. "I'll apologize to Xiao Li later."

"Alright, let's go down and take a look!"

Zhou Daguo shook his head and walked out.

Chen Youfu hurriedly said, "It's just a delivery job, right? I'll go, you can rest."

"You can't do it." Zhou Daguo glanced at his apprentice and said irritably, "If you offend someone and they leave, I'll be completely helpless."

"So it's something good that's arrived?" Chen Youfu's eyes lit up. "No wonder you remained calm; you had a backup plan all along!"

"Section Chief is brilliant."

"Section Chief, whose connections are these?"

"You'll know when you get there. You've probably all heard of it, and I've even dealt with them before," Zhou Daguo said with a smile, feigning mystery.

He had met Zhang Wenshan twice and was certain that the guy was a shrewd person who wouldn't make baseless accusations.

If someone dares to bring something, it must meet the requirements, and the crisis will be mostly resolved.

My mood naturally improved.

The relationship between the two was quite simple. Previously, the eldest apprentice saw someone playing cards with money and couldn't help but say a few words, which was then reported to the security department.

Zhang Wenshan is among them.

"Do we know each other?"

The clerks looked at each other, puzzled as to why their section chief had suddenly become so happy.

Chen Youfu was even more confused: "I've asked all your old connections, but no one can produce anything!"

Security Department of the Agricultural Machinery Factory.

Zhang Wenshan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, chatted casually with his second brother-in-law.

Lang Qiuping stood guard beside the bicycle, where a crowd had already gathered, all eyes fixed on the basket of fish on the bicycle, their voices buzzing with discussion.

"Where did you get this fish? This guy, did he eat something dirty?"

"Bullshit, ten or twenty years ago, willow root strips were this big. They only became this size after the family line ended."

"That's right, back then the river was full of fish, you could scoop up a whole bunch just by throwing a basin into the water."

"It's so fatty, it must taste delicious, right?"

"Absolutely! The white strips are thick and firm, and one bite is so fresh it'll make your eyebrows fall off. They taste completely different from those skinny little strips these days."

"Once deep-fried, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; you can easily drink half a jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor) with it."

As the old man recounted the past, the workers around him licked their lips, their faces filled with longing.

Even for them, life is not easy.

It's a bit better if you're not married, but it's especially bad if you have children. One person's salary is meant to support five or six people, and no matter how you budget, it's never enough.

Wanting a decent meal is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Recently, the state-run restaurant got some cheap and delicious snails, so they could finally eat some meat while drinking instead of eating peanuts and edamame.

"Section Chief Zhou is here."

"Brother Chen, why did you all come down?"

The group automatically parted to make way, and a few people seemed to remember something, their gazes falling on Chen Youfu and then on Zhang Wenshan.

If I remember correctly, both sides used pretty foul language that time.

Seeing that the person in question had arrived, Lang Qiuping stopped protecting the bicycle and quickly took two steps back to stand beside Zhang Wenshan.

Zhou Daguo and the others subconsciously looked at the basket that was exposed outside.

Chen Youfu spotted Zhang Wenshan immediately, and his anger flared instantly. He couldn't help but yell, "Zhang, you've already been fired, what are you doing here?"

"deliver goods."

When Zhang Wenshan saw the person who had arrived, memories flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but frown.

It's another mess left behind by the original owner, and there's still no way to get justice.

Because what they said was right, even though the insults were harsh, the original owner of this body also retorted, but it wasn't much cleaner.

The most frustrating thing is that the original owner never cursed him.

"Delivering goods? You're delivering a halberd handle—"

Zhou Daguo raised his leg and kicked him: "What did I tell you?"

"Master, I—" Chen Youfu turned his head to explain, but suddenly saw what was in the basket, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the contents: "Willow root, rice strips?"

He rubbed his eyes and focused intently on the sight again.

correct.

The rice strips in the basket were at least a hand's length long, with the largest ones approaching a foot in size, much larger than those available on the market.

There are also willow roots.

The size of a palm.

Is that still willow root?

"Now you know how formidable they are, right?" Zhou Daguo couldn't help but nod, knowing that this time they were in the bag.

Why go to such lengths to find rare and unusual items for the banquet?

Isn't it because the leaders and inspection teams have seen it all before, and ordinary food is meaningless and can't stand out?

These two things are very good.

Common yet uncommon.

"It was just good luck that I stumbled upon an underground river deep in the mountains, an old pond." Chen Youfu calmed down and stubbornly pouted.

Zhang Wenshan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

The other person wasn't much older than me, but he seemed knowledgeable and quite capable.

"Good luck is a skill." Zhou Daguo shook his head, pointed to the basket behind him and asked, "Comrade Xiao Zhang, what's in here?"

"Yes, open it and take a look."

"It's definitely rarer than a big plate of rice noodles or willow root, right?"

The onlookers also started to grumble, craning their necks, completely disregarding the fact that their lunch break was almost over and it was time to go back to work.

"It's nothing, just fish."

Zhang Wenshan stepped forward, lifted the second basket, and glanced at Chen Youfu.

Even if he was in the wrong, he wasn't so good-natured as to let someone openly despise him and then force a smile and act as if nothing had happened.

"The fish, is it about five pounds?"

"There's a big difference."

"Sigh!" Zhou Daguo sighed. Big fish aren't so easy to catch. "We should at least give them to Lao Hong—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

He froze on the spot, tilting his head and staring intently at the basket, almost choking on his breath.

"Master."

"Section Chief."

"What happened to the fish?"

Zhou Daguo's appearance instantly piqued everyone's curiosity, and they all craned their necks to look into the basket, and then—

The surroundings instantly became quiet.

Even Lin Deqiang and the other two couldn't resist any longer and subconsciously moved closer.

"Holy crap, you brought up the fish spirit?"

Li Xuejun, being young, saw the large fish curled up in the basket, twitching occasionally, and immediately swore.

These words were like igniting firecrackers.

"A fish can grow this big? It must weigh at least ten pounds!"

"I've lived for over sixty years and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it. Even back then, seven or eight pounds would have been a rare treat."

"Quick, get it out and carry it to the cafeteria, or it will die."

Zhou Daguo was the first to react, and hurriedly shouted, his voice even changing tone.

However, no one paid him any attention; everyone stared intently at the last basket on the bicycle.

The first two things are already shocking enough.

What treasures are left?