Dressed to be a grandmother

Chapter 586 Who's Credit
"Cough, cough, cough..." Bai An'an choked all of a sudden.

He said awkwardly: "Village Chief, you should continue to call me Xiao An."

Calling An An is too girly.

It's not that Bai An'an didn't think this name was feminine when he was a child, but this name was given by his ancestor Bai, and he grew up healthy after using this name. Besides, everyone in the village called him Xiao An, or An Zi, so it wasn't that awkward .

"Xiao'an." Chen Daliu changed his words in a polite manner.

In fact, it's not that no one calls Bai An'an An'an, but this name is only called by Bai Xi.

"Your order quantity, right?"

Bai An'an nodded seriously: "Village Chief, don't worry, that's right."

Without waiting for other people to ask questions, Bai An'an explained honestly: "There are actually three big places here, one of which is the machinery factory."

The others couldn't help being surprised, and what about the machinery factory? !
Bai An'an continued: "Didn't I study in the machinery factory for a while before, and I also helped solve two small problems, and I have a little friendship with an old mechanic over there."

Chen Tianming also knew about this matter, Bai Anan would help the old mechanic in the machinery factory to persuade his grandson who didn't want to go to school, and the old mechanic's son really wanted to be a member of the machinery factory supply and marketing cooperative, as if his daughter-in-law was from the textile factory next door workshop leader.

In this way, Bai An'an has won two venues.

After all, it is interesting to learn. For such a thing, the old mechanic really has to thank Bai An'an.

As for why Chen Tianming was also there, it was because he had scars on his face, and his appearance was not as friendly as Bai Anan's. Children who have no intention of going to school will learn from Chen Tianming, so they are naturally on guard against him.

"When the village delivered kimchi to the master of the machinery factory, I was thinking, although it is far away, the kimchi in our village has solved the problem of inconvenient storage and transportation, so I will send it to the old mechanic. Pack kimchi, let him help me ask the supply and marketing cooperatives if they can distribute the goods."

Hearing this, Chen Youfu was a little stunned: "So, when you went out the day before yesterday, you went to the machinery factory?"

Bai Anan nodded: "Yes, I went out two days earlier than everyone else, and I went to a neighboring province, to a machinery factory, a textile factory, and a saponin factory. The new orders of more than 22 are from these three factories, plus seven others. Street supply and marketing cooperative."

Speaking of this, Bai An settled down for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly: "However, village chief, I have to admit my mistake to you. Delivered [-] packs of kimchi, and opened up the shelves."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all trivial, there's nothing to get tangled up about, it's due to you being able to win such a large order."

Chen Daliu was very happy.

In fact, Bai Xi has enough for them to consume and give away, that is, one person can have [-] packs, and those who give to supply and marketing cooperatives and agency points can also act as testers, but everyone is used to being poor, so naturally it can save money. Then save.

Even when they were outside, they would go to restaurants even though they were reluctant to eat out.

But it’s not just for eating. I usually order a bowl of soup or a vegetarian dish, take out the steamed buns, noodles, and steamed buns I brought, then tear open a pack of kimchi, and eat it happily in the middle of the state-run restaurant. He looked like that, as if he had eaten something delicious.

Needless to say, in this way, many diners were twitched with their index fingers and asked where they bought the kimchi.

Then, they will say that they bought it at a supply and marketing cooperative or agency store in which street, and they don't need food stamps and non-staple food stamps.

Once you hear that you don’t want a ticket, don’t everyone want to buy it even more.

In this way, the supply and marketing cooperatives and consignment stores have made publicity. Even if they don't want them to distribute the goods for a while, if someone asks for kimchi and wants to buy it, then the supply and marketing cooperatives and consignment stores will not refuse them too much while they are inexplicable. The second and third distribution requirements.

"An, An Zi, yes!" Chen Youfu praised with a smile.

Li Youcai: "Xiao An, you still have a good brain, educated people are different, I still have to learn more from you."

The quiet Chen Tianming also said, "I didn't even think of this level."

Bai Anan was embarrassed: "Actually, it's not all what I thought. I also heard Xiaorui mention it, so I wrote a letter to the old mechanic in the machinery factory, asking about his grandson's recent study and recommending it to him." A few books, and then talk about the kimchi in our village."

When Chen Daliu heard it, he became even happier: "That's right, you kid already knows how to attack in a roundabout way."

Isn't it? This is to sell favors first, and then raise your own distress. That person wanted to repay the favor, so he just helped to facilitate it!
"You guys can hear it, you need to use your brains more!"

Bai An'an was a little embarrassed by the praise, and her face turned red.

"Okay!" Chen Daliu: "You've all worked hard, it's getting late, the meal is ready, you hurry up and pack up your meals, I'll get someone to cook you some more eggs."

I originally wanted to talk about rewarding chicken legs, but it’s getting dark now, so it’s too late. I’ll talk to my aunt in a few days, and find a time for the village to have a big pot of rice, so that everyone can have a good time.

During this period of time, except for the gatherings in the village on New Year's Eve and the first day of junior high school, they did not get together at any other time.

"Hey, okay."

"The village chief, let's go to eat."

"Let's not even mention it, I'm really hungry and my chest is stuck to my back."

A group of people laughed one after another, talked to Chen Daliu, and thanked the people in the financial office for their hard work, so they went to eat first.

In the financial office, Chen Daliu hadn't left yet, he was still waiting for the final accounting.

Chen Daliu was not made to wait too long. After the financial office had calculated the total three times, Wang Lei looked at the number in his hand, swallowed, and after a while, coughed twice, and spoke in a steady voice.

"The sum of the payments received so far is 160 yuan and 210 cents, and the unsettled payment for the goods that have been distributed is [-] yuan and [-] cents."

After a pause, Wang Lei continued: "The total order quantity is 31 packs. Among them, Chinese cabbage is..."

Speaking of this, Wang Lei looked at the people in the financial office, and finally fell on Chen Daliu: "Village chief, there are still more than 100 distribution points that haven't had time to settle the settlement and continue to replenish the goods this time."

When the people in the financial office heard this, they were stunned again, and everyone repeated a sentence in their hearts, that's great, I have money, I have money again!
But Chen Daliu's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard anything, no one knew, Chen Daliu was repeating these numbers in his heart.

(As long as I'm not dead, I won't stop writing! Yes, that's right, I love writing stories for you guys.)
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