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An hour later, Zhang Tianhao looked at the 42 documents he had processed and fell into deep thought.

The food supply in Shanghai is more scarce than before. Even less food is being shipped to Shanghai now. As for where it has gone, the report does not say.

The most important thing is that the grain harvest in various places is poor today, which is not a good thing for ordinary people.

It's not a good thing for him either.

"It seems that we still need to collect some food, otherwise we will not be able to survive the rest of the day."

According to the current grain supply in Shanghai, each person only has half a pound of grain per day, which may not be enough. But if you want to feed so many people, the amount of grain transported in every day must be an astronomical figure.

"It seems like they won't really ask me to use my food reserves!"

He also said this silently in his heart, but finally suppressed the thought.

He would never store food unless it was absolutely necessary.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he immediately had an idea.

There is still a certain connection between Hong Kong and Shanghai. The Japanese have not yet reached Hong Kong, and business between the two places is still going on.

Maybe we can get another batch of food from Hong Kong.

He did it as he thought. He stood up and shouted to Liu Qin at the door.

"Xiaoqin, come here and sort all the documents and send them to the various departments or to the archives room."

"Yes!"

When Liu Qin outside heard this, she immediately stood up, walked around her office, and went straight to Zhang Tianhao's office.

Zhang Tianhao also took out a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it, and then walked out of the office.

Soon, he arrived at the telecommunications office.

  Boom boom boom!

As he knocked on the door, he saw Director Sun's office door open from the inside, and a mature and seductive woman appeared in front of him.

"Hey, Consultant Jing Ping, how come you have time to come to my small telecommunications office today?"

"Haha, this is to trouble Director Sun. I would like to ask Director Sun to send a telegram for me. What do you think?"

"Oh, what's the big deal? I'll ask someone to send it for you!"

When Sun Yunyun heard this, she was also happy and immediately said with a smile.

"Is it convenient for me to take a look?"

"Of course, I feel bad for asking Director Sun for help. How about I treat Director Sun to a cup of coffee after get off work?"

Zhang Tianhao said politely with a smile, while handing over the paper in his hand.

There was some writing on it, but not much.

"Hey, you're going to send a telegram to Hong Kong to buy food?"

Looking at the content above, Sun Yunyun was also stunned.

You have to know that ordinary people can't buy much food, and only a Japanese like Jingping Jiichiro can buy more.

"Director Sun wants it?"

"Of course, who doesn't want food now? It's better to have more at home than to buy it everywhere and still not be able to buy it, right?"

"That's fine, but Director Sun, if you buy food, you can't sell it to others. That's the rule. You can use it however you want!"

"Don't worry about this. Even our committee may want to buy a batch of them as welfare for the committee. What do you think?"

"That's fine, but it can't be too much. Each person can't weigh more than 67 kilograms. Director Sun, each of you can't weigh more than kilograms. After all, we have a lot of people here. There are staff members alone!"

"That's no problem. If you calculate, it's nearly 10,000 kilograms of food just for you. Consultant Jing Ping, are you sure you can get it?"

You have to know that this is five tons of food, not a small amount.

"Of course, if you compare it to mine, if I import fifty tons of food at a time, it will probably last me a year or two." "That's true!"

"Okay, I'll help you add five more tons, is that okay with you?"

"no problem!"

"What about the money?"

"You can use dollars, gold bars, or British pounds, which are hard currencies. As for silver dollar certificates and the like, don't take them out. After all, they are not recognized over there, and I also use Japanese yen to connect with them."

"This seems a bit difficult. I will ask the director!"

The two of them walked inside while chatting.

There are two radios in the office, both of which are high-power radios.

There was someone sitting behind each radio, and the radio was turned on, receiving information from time to time.

"I didn't expect that we have a high-power radio here. Unfortunately, I'm too stupid. I've tried several times but still can't figure out how to use it!"

"Hey, have you learned it?"

"It was after I got married that I decided to tinker with it. My family taught me for quite some time, but I just couldn't remember the techniques. They said I wasn't born to do this, so there was nothing they could do."

"I see!"

As Sun Yunyun spoke, she walked up to a radio operator, took out Zhang Tianhao's paper, and handed it directly to her.

"Send this telegram to Hong Kong!"

"Okay, Chief!"

There were not many staff members in the entire telecommunications department, only six people, three radio operators, plus Sun Yunyun, and two clerks, who were responsible for sending and receiving archived telegrams.

Soon, this telegram was sent out directly. After all, it was a plain text telegram and a common secret, so naturally no one would care about it.

"By the way, Consultant Jing Ping, the director just notified us to go to a meeting. Are you free?"

"Then let's go. I've finished dealing with everything here. And I've read the reports from the past week. It seems that Shanghai is going to be short of food again."

"Indeed, Suzhou, Nanjing, Yangzhou and many other places have suffered from poor harvests. The grain shipped to Shanghai will naturally be enough, so the current problem is very troublesome. It is very likely that the director will ask you for help."

"As for food, importing it may be a bit troublesome. If the food I buy flows into the Shanghai market, it may have an impact on the Shanghai market. So, this cannot be done, at least I cannot do it."

"Oh, Advisor Jingping, is there any problem here? Or is there any trouble?"

"Director Sun, you know what I mean!"

Zhang Tianhao simply shook his head, smiled bitterly, and led the way towards the meeting room.

"I see, I see. No wonder they say that food can only be used by ourselves and cannot be sold in Shanghai. Someone above us is suppressing this."

Sun Yunyun immediately thought of something and felt helpless.

Thinking of this, she followed Zhang Tianhao and walked towards the meeting room.

In Mingzhi's office, Mingzhi stood at the window, looking at the pedestrians on the street below, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face without him noticing.

After all, he knew what the consequences would be if there was no food in a city as big as Shanghai. If it was not handled properly, troubles would ensue.

"It would take at least 10,000 tons of grain to fill such a huge gap. I don't know how to fill this hole."

He flicked the cigarette butt in his hand lightly, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of worries.

"If the food problem is not solved, the city government will not be at peace, and there may even be unrest!"

"Ugh!"

It’s not that there is no food in Shanghai, but that the food in Shanghai is concentrated in the hands of a small number of people, who are all waiting to raise prices so as to make some money from the national crisis.

However, as the director of the Economic Committee, although he has certain powers, he cannot do anything to these people. He can even be said to be powerless. (End of this chapter)